Dear Friend,
I’ve been thinking about the dream time. Over the past several years, I have cultivated a rich and
fertile dream life. The ancients said the dream world is really waking reality and waking reality
the true dream state, which, to me, means that our dreams tells us what’s really going on in our
waking lives! I’ll have a “zany” dream from which I’m not able to make heads or tails of the
meaning – but the feeling is long-lasting, especially if it’s an uncomfortable feeling. After having
so many like that, I get it now it’s the feeling the dream time is looking for me to “stay in” and
not get caught up in the specifics of the actual dream. Being both the observed and the observer
in the dream, at the same time, enables me to stay true to receiving the message, eliminating
hidden ill-will that I may sense but not fully comprehend or believe in waking reality. Things are
so much more clear to me.
Dreams seem to allow me to witness my own growth and development, always a helpful thing!
In one series of dreams, which I entitled My House Dreams, I repeatedly dreamed about my
“home” but in the first dream I was separated from my house by a raging river, followed by
being separated from it by having it completely wrapped in cellophane, followed by having the
house only be a shell but uninhabitable, followed by yet another one where the house was
habitable but the stairs to the master bedroom were not there so I couldn’t get to my bedroom.
That series showed me my progression in moving slowly but surely home within my being.
Sometimes the dreams spark a quiet realization. In one dream, I visit with my maternal great-
grandmother, around 1915. My grandmother is a child in the dream, around 8 years old. My
great-grandmother recognizes me, as who I am today, and starts asking me all sorts of questions
about the future, but the thread of conversation really centers around “Will my children be
okay?” Isn’t this the age-old question that most mothers and fathers want to know? I start to
answer, but I’m curious as to what she truly is looking to understand. What is she really wanting
to know? What it comes down to for all of us is that we’re born, we live and we die – there’s
love and friendship, heart-ache and loss and all the things in between, including boredom,
loneliness, joy, and calmness. Her children live their lives and die, as I will do too.
It’s quite something to be in a dream and have your great-grandmother ask you how her children
(who are your grandparents and great aunts and uncles) are when in your waking reality they are
already long dead and buried. In the dream, I found myself starting to wonder what her real
purpose was in asking the question – from my perspective, they all lived out their lives in much
the same fashion we all do – hoping the years make us wiser, not able to see day to day if that is
the case, but able to look back over the years and know, with the paradox being at that point, we
cannot change the past but only use it to inform us of what we still want and can still change.
While it was a wonderful gift to have time with my great-grandmother, what stands out to me
from this dream is that we all want to know if we are “going to be okay”. The other thing that
stands out is how, for all the modern advances and changes in society and culture, it really does
come down to that – hoping the years make us wiser….means we’re not that much different after
all.
From one Goddess…