I dreamt that I saw a friend of mine, like in a dream. She was in a blank space, so I was just seeing her is-ness... the way she was, flowed, energy? I then reviewed myself and felt I didn't have the same flow. I noticed I had a metal bar was screwed to the top of my head and it curved over the back of it down my back with screws into my spine. Out from the bar, were side bars, almost like ribs going around to about the front middle of my arms. So part of me was experiencing and free and the other wasn't. It felt rigid, I couldn't breath or stretch. I wanted out. I imagined the top screw unscrewing and it worked. the bar retracted into the middle bar on my back and then the side bars retracted in and it was gone, poof! I realized I was a little girl.
Then I was in water. I was moving in the boat trying to make it go and it wasn't getting anywhere. As soon as I relaxed, the boat was going down the stream, then it stopped. I got out and went down a green forested path. There were stone stairs at the end. I felt like there was something I should do, was supposed to do, was wanting to do. I decided to go up the stairs, almost in fear of something would happen, or more not happen if I didn't. As I was on the stairs, I looked to the right and saw more stairs. Should I climb those? It felt like I would just be in the same set of stairs only hirer. I looked over the edge of the first set of stone stairs. I realized I was on a cliff and that I should jump. Really? Couldn't I die? but it was the only thing left to do. I jumped expecting a splat at the end. I ended up only dropping four feet. I was ok. It wasn't as high as I thought. I made it out to be way scarier than it was in reality.
I brushed myself off and water was coming. I was in a boat again and drifting down a river. I started going faster and faster and even holding on to the edge of the front of the boat and putting my face out there in the wind and spray open and ready for what was next. I noticed as the boat was going, I was getting older. I went from girl to womanhood. The boat stopped in some sand. I got out of the boat and stepped on warm sand cover in fir tree greenery. I could feel the warm white sand under my feet. It felt beautiful, like the warmth of love. The greenery felt nice too, but in a different way. I walked deeper into this island and saw a large marble Roman type structure. It was completely empty, clean, a fine foundation, but nothing and no one. I walked up into it and wasn't sure what to do. It was cold, I felt cold. I saw at the end of the room that there were more stairs, same number as the stone stairs. I walked up those and realized there was nothing to do there, no where to go again, so I came back down to the main room. I could feel a presence behind me. It was up on the landing of the stairs I just came down. It felt dark, not like it was a threat, but dark. I thought, is this a shadow experience? do I need to look it in the eye, knowing now that "it" was an angel. No... I didn't need to look it in the eye. I didn't need to run from it either. Even thought it was an angel, it wasn't there to be light and sweet and soft. I kept walking because I was questioning whether or not I should leave this place. Just as I was coming to the conclusion of possibly no, the angel was right in front of me. I couldn't see its face, just that he had dark hair down to his shoulders, a bit scraggly. Although his gown was white, his wings and face were dark and I couldn't distinguish his features and didn't feel it was important too. He was showing me no... I needed to stay. Not knowing what to do with myself in this empty building, I sat down in the middle of the floor and dropped my shoulders and was resolved that I would just see what would happen next. I saw time passing, and red woven rug appeared under me, a warm wooden table next to me with vases, candles, plates, more decorations on the walls, furniture, people, activity and warmth. It felt like a life. It felt good.
Then the water came, calmly and I was off again flowing down a river. The water came to a whirlpool and I was spinning around feeling I should try and get out. I flapped my arms trying to swim, but the more I struggled, the more I would sink down in the water. I let go. I was able to just watch and experience the spinning, the different things I was seeing and enjoy it. The whirl finally let me free and I was at the edge of a river again. This time on soil instead of sand and the same greenery under my feet.
Then I was in water. I was moving in the boat trying to make it go and it wasn't getting anywhere. As soon as I relaxed, the boat was going down the stream, then it stopped. I got out and went down a green forested path. There were stone stairs at the end. I felt like there was something I should do, was supposed to do, was wanting to do. I decided to go up the stairs, almost in fear of something would happen, or more not happen if I didn't. As I was on the stairs, I looked to the right and saw more stairs. Should I climb those? It felt like I would just be in the same set of stairs only hirer. I looked over the edge of the first set of stone stairs. I realized I was on a cliff and that I should jump. Really? Couldn't I die? but it was the only thing left to do. I jumped expecting a splat at the end. I ended up only dropping four feet. I was ok. It wasn't as high as I thought. I made it out to be way scarier than it was in reality.
I brushed myself off and water was coming. I was in a boat again and drifting down a river. I started going faster and faster and even holding on to the edge of the front of the boat and putting my face out there in the wind and spray open and ready for what was next. I noticed as the boat was going, I was getting older. I went from girl to womanhood. The boat stopped in some sand. I got out of the boat and stepped on warm sand cover in fir tree greenery. I could feel the warm white sand under my feet. It felt beautiful, like the warmth of love. The greenery felt nice too, but in a different way. I walked deeper into this island and saw a large marble Roman type structure. It was completely empty, clean, a fine foundation, but nothing and no one. I walked up into it and wasn't sure what to do. It was cold, I felt cold. I saw at the end of the room that there were more stairs, same number as the stone stairs. I walked up those and realized there was nothing to do there, no where to go again, so I came back down to the main room. I could feel a presence behind me. It was up on the landing of the stairs I just came down. It felt dark, not like it was a threat, but dark. I thought, is this a shadow experience? do I need to look it in the eye, knowing now that "it" was an angel. No... I didn't need to look it in the eye. I didn't need to run from it either. Even thought it was an angel, it wasn't there to be light and sweet and soft. I kept walking because I was questioning whether or not I should leave this place. Just as I was coming to the conclusion of possibly no, the angel was right in front of me. I couldn't see its face, just that he had dark hair down to his shoulders, a bit scraggly. Although his gown was white, his wings and face were dark and I couldn't distinguish his features and didn't feel it was important too. He was showing me no... I needed to stay. Not knowing what to do with myself in this empty building, I sat down in the middle of the floor and dropped my shoulders and was resolved that I would just see what would happen next. I saw time passing, and red woven rug appeared under me, a warm wooden table next to me with vases, candles, plates, more decorations on the walls, furniture, people, activity and warmth. It felt like a life. It felt good.
Then the water came, calmly and I was off again flowing down a river. The water came to a whirlpool and I was spinning around feeling I should try and get out. I flapped my arms trying to swim, but the more I struggled, the more I would sink down in the water. I let go. I was able to just watch and experience the spinning, the different things I was seeing and enjoy it. The whirl finally let me free and I was at the edge of a river again. This time on soil instead of sand and the same greenery under my feet.
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