I just had this thought...and it may sound a little crazy to y'all....but here goes...Dreams....we all have them...whether pleasant...or nightmares...they occur in all o' our lives. I love to talk about my dreams...and I have found that many others do as well...so if you've had a dream you feel like voicing...or a nightmare for that matter...feel free to express yourselves here.....consider it a dream journal...and of course I'll be adding my own for those keen on listening....(I know what some of you are thinking...Mona?dreams? ...I do get some sleep y'know *S*)So let me know how you feel about this little dream journal...perhaps it was a crazy idea in the first place....or perhaps not *S*....~off into the misty mountains...to sleep...to dream...~

What a wonderful topic to explore! I look forward to hearing about other's dreams. Myself, I would rather discuss my experiences privately with you, Monadh. Maybe I will just wisp into your dreamscape and have a few giggles with you as I flit about in my dreams?

To Sleep
Perhaps To Dream

To dear Monadh...The Seventh Insight: ENGAGING THE FLOW from "A POCKET GUIDE TO THE NINE INSIGHTS" by James Redfield. Just something to think about, huh?

Knowing our personal mission further enhances the flow of mysterious coincidences as we are guided toward our destinies. First we have a question; then dreams, daydreams, and intuitions lead us toward the answers, which usually are synchronistically provided by the wisdom of another human being.

Once we discover the "truth" we tell---our message about what is important in living life---the mysterious coincidence, the synchronicity, really increases in our lives. For some of us, the discovery of our mission will perhaps lead us to change our jobs. Others will find that we are in exactly the right place to tell our truth. Still others might stay in an incompatible job but pursue their mission as an avocation. But on whatever stage we find ourselves, we will see that the synchronicity in our lives pertains to the pursuit of the mission.

We begin to see more clearly how the mysterious coincidences happen. It begins with an intuition, a hunch, a mental image of saying something to someone, of going somewhere initiating a project. Sometimes we don't quite see the full picture. But when we act on the hunch, when other events begin to take place that feel destined, we begin to see why we were intuitively guided to make the move. Each event brings other intuitions, and we are shown where to go to tell our truth, which groups need our message, and what form of communication to use.

Dreams are especially valuable when determining our path. Dreams always contain the characteristics of stories: plot, characters, action. No matter how strange the dream, we can analyze the plot. What are the characters saying" What emotions are being expressed? What are they seeking? From whom are they fleeing? Take the plot of the dream and superimpose it on the plot of your life. What are the similarities? Is there similar action happening in your life of which you may have been unaware? Is the action in the dream something you may want to try? Or is the dream telling you to avoid this action at all cost?

We must be ever alert for messages.

hmm..interesting......

Somewhere in my restless night I heard faint familiar voices, My heart bespoke visions of sweetly remembered faces...was I there with you once more? Could my dreams have reached you across those stormy seas?...Thoughts and spirits passed me in those sleeping hours, ancient summer winds breathed upon me still.

The moon this night lays in a crescent state...a wonderful time for dreams this season is. Of late my sleep has found visions of unknown yet familiar lands....somewhere amidst the chaos of sound and light, colours and images emerge to weave tales....some seem so familiar..like old songs that float around your mind...others like a rain that falls ...reminding you of daydreams in distant times...how when the winds of autumn bring sweet scents that seem to linger in the heart.

hmmmm...(takes a survey of the dream journal and soon realizes she's about the only one who really seems interested...) :(

NO!!! Monadh, be patient. There are others who are waiting for some brave soul to venture a dream...I cannot find the dream I wanted to share here with you. It was a bit odd...had to do with the greatest fisher-of-all-men telling me I could fish in snow? I record many of these because they become life's reality. May take a few years to come to pass but time is the proof of all dreams.

I will continue to search for a box of journals hid away where this is recorded. Seems I had to place a lot of things in a white box that I wrote symbols on to protect the information I had recorded. I think it is there in that box as it has been at least four years since I left it there to be found as I was being harassed and my life threatened. Did not know if I would still be here...the dream seemed to bring a promise of things to come in my life and understanding. I REALLY NEED TO FIND THAT DREAM and would have forgotten about it except for your post here, Monadh.

Ahhhh...dream on Monadh! Rogue insists only 1% of all who visit a site actually chat or post something. :) :) :) And...many people tell me they are unable to remember their dreams.

goody goody gum drops! someone else has ventured into my dream book! *s* (patiently awaits further entries) Dream away, a chairde!*s* ~zzzzZZZZZ~

*wonders if Monadh wants to hear about the dream wherein my ex, Todd Manning, and Gumby were cruising in my brand-spanking new psychedelic Gremlin...or the kind dealing with the cottage by the sea, complete w/ cabana boy (on vacation from his hotel job), a slim, lithe body...and still being able to eat chocolate at will?..*

=)

oops*s* haven't been sleeping much...but as soon as I get a dream I deem worth mentioning I will let y'all know *s* Any dreams will suit, LostSoul....~zzzzzzZZZZZzzzzz

Dreams, I've once heard it is the the Celtic gift of foresight. Sometimes I wonder. Lately, I haven't been able to get into a good sleep to have decent dreams. But I'll share a childhood dream that fascinated but scared the hell out of me.

I was about seven when I had this dream: I am viewing a room, it's an old room that reminds me of a mining shack or a hovel, but the walls, floors and ceiling are...fluid but firm. There is an old man sitting in a rickety chair and he has long hair and a long beard. Father time type of hair & beard. He has bushy eyebrows and a gnarled nose and he just sits. Then from the ceiling and nearby wall these arms & hands reach out for the old man, and pull, lift and drop his hair & beard. I remember the arms were colored blue and red, and they were that eerrie nightmare/dream irredescent glow in the dark, blue, red & green. I was frozen with fear but the old man just sat there and let these hands reach out and touch his hair and beard...Then the floor started to move in a squirming way, like hundreds of snakes but there weren't any snakes. I woke up so scared and that nightmare/dream left such an impression on me, for alittle while after I was scared the floor was moving.

Not long after, I had my mom move the bed away from the walls.... There's my dream, probably silly but to a child....

Wow! fascinating...truly....I often look back to the first dreams I can recall....and I too had a similiar sensation about the floor moving, only I don't believe there were any snakes, though there was definetly an odd presence I could feel...I think I was about..geesh...I don't know how old I was...but I know it was the first 'nightmare' that I can remember, and though the dream itself is rather fuzzy, I can remember waking up in absolute terror, with this odd feeling that the bed was in the air, or that the floor was moving...the next 'nightmare' I can remember is really odd...and okay, this may sound a little strange, but my sis and I were sharing a room at the time and I can recall us both waking up from what appeared to be the same dream we were both having!..(sounds odd I know...that two people could be having the same dream at the same time..)but I've known others that have experienced a similiar phenomena and I'm not saying our dreams were exactly the same, (like we had both tuned into the same station or something) rather, the content of our dreams, once we had hysterically related them to one another,appeared to be along the same lines....anyway, the dream had to do with monkeys eating my fingers off! (really weird eh?)I think it's got to be about the strangest dream I've ever had. The first nice dream I can recall, I was flying in the air, high above the trees,like a kite. I was a spirit with no body,freely flowing through the air *s* I could see so much from up there...and it was only a few years ago, when I travelled in an airplane for the first time, that I had a similiar feeling. Since those first few, I have been dreaming up a storm, (no more monkey nightmares...and the odd thing is I like monkeys!)'Being in dreaming', three little words I like to use to try to explain my way of dreaming these days, like being aware that you are dreaming, while you are dreaming, Anyone ever found themselves waking up from a dream, actually getting out of bed or something for a few minutes,and then going back to sleep only to find yourself back in the same dream you had left? Sometimes I find myself in the same dream over and over again, trying to change stuff I suppose..Anyway...it appears I have rambled on and on once again folks *s* Sweet dreams to all, and to all oiche mhaith.....(p.s...thanks for the dream post Graymyst...)~zzzzZZZzzzZZZZzzzzzZZZZZZ~

In a galaxy, far, far away (or some sort of introduction like that), there are vividly experienced dreams. Very frequently I am overcome with the desire to sleep at very odd times. On one occasion I remember leaving my bed but my body was still lying in it. I walked to where my best friend since childhood was sitting in a blue chair in my bedroom. We talked about her father and the issues that would come up from his having died. (I had not seen this friend for about ten years). When we concluded our talk she left and I stood looking at my body lying in my bed. I was told so clearly that she would not accept the things I was to tell her. There was her father standing with me. I went back to my body and awoke with the desire to call her in another state where she resided. I asked how she was and she told me her dad had died of cancer a month earlier and as he died with their family gathered, she felt it the most religious experience of her life. I went on to tell her what had happened. She said she would not discount being there with me as she often felt like she had been with me when awaking and had that feeling then. I went on to tell her some things her father had asked me to tell her and what she needed to do with her life. She became angry and told me I was full of...It was about 3PM my time, (11 years later) an unusual time to sleep and I laid down no more than 15 minutes. I experienced being with a friend (who lived in another country) while spirited away in my sleep. I was so fully there that this person saw me. The reaction was that they thought me dead. How did I know this? I don't know as this person never told me and I have never actually met this person in the flesh. I knew I had to let this person know I was fine. I slammed back to a conscious reality and is that ever painful! It took a few minutes to adjust to what I was experiencing until I understood what I needed to do. It seemed extremely urgent. I went to the phone and made a long distance phonecall (business number) thinking there would be no answer their time. Sheesh! How embarrassing to awaken someone who was asleep. Were we sleep working? I vowed never to make long distance business phone calls during sleep work again!

My first remembered dream was"

The town I lived in. There was a phone booth at the corner in front of the butcher shop right up the block form where my dad worked...

The dream....a skeleton would chase me around town...and it's skull was in the phone booth on the corner. *keep in mind, it was about the time when "Everybody Must Be Stoned" by Dylan (?) and "Fire" by ???? were popular. I thought I was either going to die in a fire or be stoned to death when I walked to kindergarten; I had no idea, of course, what "being stoned" meant.).

I had that dream for YEARS!!!!

Lovely to hear all these tales....love it all *s* My dream the other night involved a heart-to-heart conversation with Bob Marley...(please don't hold back on the laughter folks )..I woke up and said to myself outloud..."he's dead!" Don't know why he was in my dreams exactly....but it was a pretty interesting dream...just wish I could remember half of it....*lol* okay...so now y'all have a sample of how odd my dreams can be *s* I did have some more insightful dreams over the weekend...but really liked the one with Marley 'cause he was sooooo cool! ....~zzzZZZZzzzzZZZZZZZ~....

Who is Bob Marley??? And I want to know how people interpret the symbolism of dreams. For example, when ever I appear naked in my dreams, especially in front of throngs of people, *gasp!* Yes, me, naked!* it represents my revealing my true self to others. The naked truth if you will. Now if I were to actually be exposed publically in such a manner as in my dreams then it would definitely be a NIGHTMARE! The good news is that in dreams I am a perfect 10! *LOL and then some*

Speaking of bodies, I was commanded on one occasion (remember, this is a dream) to 'dress myself in the flesh' and I remember looking down and loathing the thought of entering. *Expletive deletive and other descriptive adjectives about why it was not my true body* I very strongly discussed (It is pointless to argue) that I did not desire the body prepared for me to work here upon this earth. I was told once again it was to be a protection to me in fulfilling all that I had agreed to do.

I wanted others to see me as I truly am, not as I appear in the flesh. This really bugged me for some time after I awoke. It was in town one day that I suddenly had an urge to go to the store. I had been on my way home and did not really need to pick any groceries up.

As I approached the store, a man walked out and our eyes met. I knew him but yet I couldn't place him. We greeted each other happily and then he surprised me by saying, "You know, you are VERY attractive dressed that way. It is so becoming to you. You look so nice!"

I walked into the store feeling different about myself. I had such a feeling of peace and reassurance that I wanted to go back and thank him. I wanted to ask who he was because of how familiar he felt to me.

I turned and walked back out the door. He was no where to be found. He had disappeared that fast. Hmmmm...

Later that eve as pondering this experience and still feeling this man's presence I saw again in my mind this man and thought of his kind words to me. I heard someone tell me to discern who I had seen that day. "It was you!" I recognized him as the person I had been strongly discussing returning to my body with.

He was the one who had commanded me to dress myself in the flesh. Strange, huh? *Theme from Tirlight Zone begins to play* Did I run naked in my dreams last night again? *Picking up spilled guts from latest expose of true confessions*

Monadh, you have been a trigger to many memories of things that I put away for safekeeping. Do I thank you or pound you? *Hugging Monadh* See you in your dreams as you introduce me to this Bob Marley fella, okay? *LOL* ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz

*lol* nude dreams are the funniest *s* have had a few myself..won't go into any details though (hope y'all are counting your lucky stars! *Lol*)..but I will say that it's odd how dreams like those seem to occurr when we're really going through some kinda transition in life...sometimes you don't realize it but deep down you're questioning who you really are, what you're doing with your life etc. I think everyone has probably had a nude dream or two in their lifetime, whether they can recall it or not....and it always seems as though in these dreams we are trying to expose something to ourselves (or others *lol*) Symbolism in dreams has long been the target of analysis.... throughout history people have been trying to 'de-code' them ....personally I feel that no two peoples dreams can be interpreted in the same way...because what may be 'symbolic' to one, may seem irrelevant to the other, the experiences in our lives tend to weave the fabric of meanings.....though I have to admit there seem to be a lot of common underlying 'symbols' in most peoples dreams.....hard to say really what it is that makes our dreams so special to us...could it be that we somehow feel more 'connected' to the 'divine' when we are dreaming...? With every breath I am amazed by life, with every dream it seems I somehow come closer to finding myself..(then again, sometimes it's like one step forwards, two steps back)..some of the most powerful insights into my soul, conversations with my being have occurred in dreams...and conversations with folk like Bob Marley for that matter....*lol* (who by the way was one awesome guy...a reggae singer (but more than just that) with a lot of vision...may he rest in peace.....)I have a billion and one more things to say on the matter...but have to run right now, so will return to the topic at hand as soon as I find the opportunity...until then, sweet dreams to all and don't let the bed bugs bite *s* ~ZzzzZZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzzzz~ keep the dreams a'rolling! *s*

from IvyOctober-
Trying to get here as a Guest!
Another dream goes......
I am a young girl maybe 14 or so and at the the
pool-the "cement pond" technicolor bright blue water reeking of chlorine.I have always had trouble swimming underwater-the pressure gets to me-right now I decide I am swimming to the bottom
because well, there is something Down there..I see it glimmer-So I dive-did I do that?
Yes I did-
Perfect down down Through the bubbly............ I see it
otter down go I and catch that little golden ring
wahoooo!
Swimming upwards through that incredible Blue I realize I have not enough breath to reach the top
I have gone too far!The moment of fear is tiny/huge and I can see two women thru the blue reclining on the chaise lounges near the edge of the pool perfectly manicured toes fingernails they have drinks with little umbrellas they are 80years old at least -Is This Florida i wonder?Blue on thier eyelids and coral lips and they do not see me ...everysight is in technicolor......
Cant make it to the surface do I fight or breathe?
Decide...........................................
I breathe in the fizzy and it fills myself with sleep and its not bad in fact its peace-and In that final moment before I doze I notice one of the ladies gesturing at the pool and (yelling for a lifeguard?)my soul smiles as the warm darkness
fills me.I love her!

Monadh You Welsh Hill gal You !
was so exited the dream actually posted i forgot to say - Smiles to ya
Love from Gort/Nion/Lynn ;)

This one I dreamt last night...I think it's two seperate dreams that melded into one.

I'm driving thru the streets of a nice hilly city and notice an upcoming storm. So I drive to a house and go in. The occupants & I start gathering our belongings. My mother had packed my bag and when I looked inside, there really wasn't anything in it! So, I grab the bag and start repacking while everyone in the house is now yelling at me to hurry.

The the dream changes scenes. I'm watching my cousin (whom I haven't spoke to for ages) go thru some sort of procedure on her breast. I wonder to my self..cancer? I can't tell what the procedure is. I'm wearing a bridesmaid dress and I borrow a friends cellular phone and call her. I'm standing in a parking lot. She answers and tells me she's had a baby and breast feeding is soo demanding. Her tone is like she's the expert on the subject and totally dimisses the fact that I've had two children. I get angry but keep my temper. She continues to go on about the demands of motherhood, while standing hooked up to some sort of machine (it is NOT a breast pump). I finally tire of the conversation and since she really doesn't want to talk I make an excuse to hang up.
Then I woke up.

I'm a little concerned...my cousins family has a habit of not really admitting anything is wrong. Or even sharing good news. Since we haven't spoken for so long I wonder do I try again.

I like reading and sharing my dreams here...so glad someone thought of it!

By Nanabush Friday Nov 17 2000

Yes, Monadh, there is a great human need to share dreams although I think sometimes we are more inerested in telling our own than listening to others. Do you all go through phases where dreams are almost in novel form and so so vivid?
I see the brain as a multi-level honeycomb and the mind whirling around gathering bits of information from each little compartment, some long forgotten,offering images to us in the twilight hours as mysterious happenings! And don't you think it is often the feelings the dream leaves with us that is as important as the images? And do you all remember certain vivid dreams from months ago?

Sorry, I ended somewhat abruptly. The internet is a new domain for me and your website is the most enjoyable yet. I look forward to further visits. Goodnight to all---pleasant dreams.

Thanks for all the recent posts y'all....(keep the z's a'z-ing! (zzZZzzZZzz)*S* I often have dreams in which I am swimming..Swimming has long been an important part of my life....but have never had a dream quite like the one you described Ivy....sounds like a past life dream or something....interesting......And your dream Graymyst *s* I can see what you mean about two dreams melding..and the scenes changing..aint it neat how things like that can happen *s*..the first part with the storm...and second with semi-hidden happenings to do with your relatives....I've had dreams where there is an impending storm , where I'm having to flee a place...some of my most vivid dreams have been of such.....as far as your relatives...I can relate to that...sometimes when I am concerned about someone I find myself dreaming of them and it always seems as though the smallest conscerns I have of them end up in my dream ballooned out of proportion so as to catch my attention I guess.... Sometimes if I am missing someone they will appear in my dreams...which part of me finds comfort in I s'pose.....and by the way Nanabush/Guest, thanks for the insight... *s* and for finding this little dream journal *s* I love dreams....and to share them with listening hearts...I do find that my dreams tend to occur in phases...(emm...perhaps when I am actually getting rest..)but more than that...I find myself greatly affected by the seasons....and it always seems that around this time of year dreams seem to be very vivid and colourful...alive with emotion and memories..past and future seem to have no real hold, it all merges to become timeless moments...sometimes when I dream..I see colours..images....I hear faint music, or certain scents seem waft in from..as you decribed it ...(the compartments of the mind)...and I agree...sometimes it is merely the emotion of a dream that is truly important..it is a remarkable quality humans have to want to share their dreams....or even still to look deeper into their own selves by trying to describe or examine their dreams....I have found that the best way to record your dreams is to keep a book beside your bed so as you can...when possible...quickly jot down your dreams..(or rather what you find possible to remember or describe)Oftentimes when people wake up they find them selves in a rush to be somewhere, and within only a few minutes of waking...somewhere between those sips of coffee or whatever the breakfast be...and getting dressed you find you have forgotten entirely what you were just doing for the past however many hours...like a word that is on the tip of your tongue but you just can't find it...we've all felt it I'm sure...having the most wonderful or vivid dream...and then suddenly it's gone.....Anyone here seen the movie...(can't remember the title exactly...) Till the end of the World/Earth/Time...?(pretty vague title for a film *lol* ) anyway...William Hurt is in it ,(along with many other countless actors) the movie itself isn't 100% fantastic, but there are some really cool concepts presented in the story to do with dreams....Anyway...I think I've rambled on for quite some time now...better run or I'll keep rambling *s* Until next time troopers *s* Dreams ahoy! *s* ~ZzzZZzzZZzzZzZz~

Good Morning! Its Saturday; dreamers on both sides of the ocean can communicate in a wakened state! hopefully. Tell me Monadh, even though the dream has gone twixt the rising and the coffee sipping, do you find the emotions linger a while; sometimes with that special dream for a long time after? I had a dream, a dream within a dream, wandering a moss-laden woodland somewhere either in Canada or in Devon upon on the cliffs above Brixham. And there were soft lights, butterflies flitting between the trees. The feeling was one of utmost peace. My eyes blinked and the butterflies became fairies. Now every little english girl believed in fairies at one time or other. I could hardly believe by eyes---stepped out of my dream and wandered to the edge of the cliff. One looking down the hill my grandmother was waving at me from the bottom of the path. I smiled an wandered back to the woods---you see I suddenly realized that the fairies were real!! What a revelation, this wasn't a dream. Fairies really did exist!

Now it matters not whether we want fairies to exist, but its like finding out Father Christmas exists, or maybe we as humans wish there was more than this reality we know. The emotions from that long ago dream are still with me and I feel the joy and peace bestowed upon me at that time.

Where am I going with this? I don't know really---But it is good to have a sounding board.

Must go now, there's a reading from Lord of the Rings on CBC radio. Pleasant dreams.

Bonjour, a chairde *s* I only got 4 hours of sleep this morn!..*lol* No coffee sipping for me Nanabush,(and by the way thank you for the lovely dream post! *s*) more of a tea kinda gal myself...but coffee seems to be the 'breakfast of champions' for so many *s* My mornings..err...I mean afternoons.. aren't usually too rushed 'cause I'm such a lazy goose who never wants to get out of bed once I get there...*lol* but anyhow...I just meant that sometimes people are on the run and they never seem to have the time to reflect on their dreams...And I do feel that it is indeed the emotion of a dream that is truly the most important part of dreaming...How does one seperate the dream from the emotion..?Images ..colours, sounds,smells,sensations, emotions, they all seem to merge into the experience of it all...For the most part I have very little trouble remembering what I was dreaming, but sometimes I find they seem to disappear, before I even realize I'm awake! Yet still I am left with the feeling of it...and I s'pose that is what is truly important....*s* To tell you the truth I'm a bit of a believer in fae's myself..and this may sound a little crazy to y'all so reader discretien is advised... *lol* I believe in life from a 'universal' perspective..I believe that all things in a way are happening at the same time in the same place..like life is one big cosmic moment that somehow to us humans seems seperated into time and space...(okay..I know it sounds crazy ...but I'm a bit nutty! *s*)Anyway...I believe in multiple dimensions, even multiple universes, that are all co-existing on some cosmic level...and that is life to me...one big beautiful dream *s* and..(hoping this won't scare you all off) I have seen fae's! In the woods near my local city one Samhain night I first found them..and have had several other 'sightings' since....It's amazing how many different cultures have stories surrounding them...hard to describe them, kinda like a whirling movement you catch out of the corner of your eye...or the sound of laughter and music, which seems to surround you and then is gone...always they are riding on the wind, or playing in the forest...*s* but enough about my fae visions *s* Some dreams one can never forget, they become an integral part of your soul, and are like gems of the heart *s* Next time I write I'll share with y'all a gem *s* and perhaps tonight I'll actually get some zzZZZzz's! *lol* Sweet dreams to all...(oh and by the way Nanabush...what part of the country are ya in? I'm in B.C.) Adh mor y'all!

One of more recurrent dreams is when I find myself floating near the ceiling. Accompanying this is a feeling of intense energy but Im as scared as hell. I know that there is someone near me but I cant see them. I yell at them to let me float back down. I wake up with my heart racing.
Well this continued on for ages and used to frustrate me no end. So I decided to let myself go next time I had one of these dreams instead of resisting it.
The next time I had the dream I told myself to relax and go higher and I found myself high above the house with a beautiful blue sky. I flew!!! It was exhilarating. I cant remember how I got down but since then I havent had another dream like it.
Strange huh??

Floating, flying, falling, we all seem to have these dreams. My husband says he had dreams as a child where he fell from mountains, cliffs, buildings, etc. Of my childhood dreams I remember the one where I arrived at school in my pyjamas! Not so funny; this was my nightmare and recurred over and over for years! Thank goodness we don't have that one anymore! Then there was the one where I jumped from the top of some very steep stairs to the bottom in one go---I can still feel the soft floating sensation. I really did believe I could do this and remember telling my pals at school how clever I was!!! Vivid dream.
Signing off from snowy Winnipeg, its just like a wonderland outside; the Christmas lights are starting to appear on the neighbourhood houses and trees.

Those free fall dreams remind me of dreams I use to have. They were like speeding dreams..I would be in a vehicle racing along these windy, curvy, hilly roads at break neck speeds. I thought for sure in these dreams we'd never make the curves. And the ups and downs..I actually felt my stomach turn like a real live roller coaster, except I was in pure terror of wrecking. I HATED these dreams. Finally out of the blue I associated the dream with being out of control in reality. I began to notice when ever my life was "out of wack", so were my dreams. I've learned not to "sweat" the little things so much and haven't had a run-a-way dream since. Whew.

I do love this message board. I wish I could describe my dreams more vividly, but I'm still learning to use words!! :)

Mondadh, Nanabush...no wonder I dream so much! Must be the Canadian part of me? Graymyst, hard sometimes to put into words a dream because it is intensely emotional. Many dreams are about love. How do you describe love? Now there is one word than can get you in trouble! (Ahem! Been there, done that, forgot to buy the souve T-shirt)

I LOVE you...what does it mean? I tell others all the time I love them but it seems it is taken to be physical instead of a genuine, pure caring for another. Yes...physical! *Groping for words to express my physical love* LOL! Okay, here is something legitimate to share concerning dreams:

"Ask Marilyn", by Marilyn Vos Savant

I often hear comments on television about how people don't dream in color or hear sounds. But both occur in my own dreams. Is this unusual? ---Donna Barleen, Concordia, Kan.

I don't know: Dreams are very mysterious and difficult to study. But I don't see why they can't contain color and sound. I can easily close my eyes and envision a favorite red jacket next to a blue one; and I can just as easily "hum" a tune silently. It is my understanding that all sorts of sensations are part of the dreaming process, including images, sounds, movements and thoughts. For example, people who are blind from birth supposedly dream with everything but visual imagery. So dreams appear to arise from memory, even if they're totally senseless.

Marilyn vos Savant is listed in the "Guinness Book of World Records" Hall of Fame for "Highest IQ". Why not e-mail questions to her at marilyn@parade.com ? Wonder what kind of dreams she has?

Great idea for a board. People love talking about their dreams don't they? I am lucky (I think?) to have vivid and memorable dreams but I know some who rarely remember theirs. One which stands out for me had credits at the end as you would find at the end of a film....that was weird!
I,like Monadh, have also had the experience of going back into a dream that I had just woken from...bit of a PartII thing.T'would be nice to gain control of this wouldn't it..esp. for THOSE dreams you WANT to see the 'end' of.*cheeky grin*
I used to go to a Dream Group where lay people would attempt to analyse each other's dreams. They practised a Jungian style analysis....which I'm not totally convinced of...all those archetypes...fine in literature but I'm not sure they apply to our dreams. I'd be interested to hear others' views.
It was a bit of a laugh actually..I'd describe my dream and they'd all look at each other and do the ....weirdo!!!!! thing.*s* I didn't think I was that strange...well not really honest.....*maniacal laughter*

In a lot of my dreams I am trying to dial a phone number and just can't get it right/keep dropping my money/unintentionally disconnecting myself etc.
very frustrating.....any thoughts?

No snow here in Oz/Aus/AUZ...sounds lovely!

From IvyOctober -
Monadh,You may have point about this time of year
being -Dreamy!? Perhaps we humans begin a hibernation very like trees (or bears)ect.......

Feathered serpent glimmeringcold in Autumns'flame garbed child
excellent contrast your ageless scales amongst the gaily dressed and soon to die you seduce even
the wind to a pause
beneath the too-white snow lullabye her fingers
weaving dreams of waking

wow! I can't begin to say how nice it is to see so many entries into the journal! *hugs all around*

where to begin...hmmm...okay now from the top...(as far as dreams where you are floating/flying out of your body, or rather ..not exactly out of your body, but in a body that somehow does not feel physical, like it's made out of light...(astral body?)anyway, I've had loads of them and have always found them fascinating..this one ...the one the guest described...sounds so similiar to ones I have had,always ending up right beneath the ceiling, like being stuck in water, under the ice it seems.And always there is this force trying to keep me from going beyond the barrier, trying to hold me back, (fear perhaps..in the form of a shadowy somewhat shapeless figure)dreams like this used to pervade my sleep,until I did as you, guest, and I flew! it was the most incredible sense of relief and freedom...like I was finally out from the ice *s*, as far as free-falling dreams I know those ones as well...have jumped off many an object..(be it mountain, building, or whatever...)with the full intention of flying, and low and behold...always landing perfectly safe and sound on the ground....(either that or some serious case of broken dream bones *lol*)anyone else had that flying/swimming sensation? somewhere in between flying and swimming, that's how I would describe how most of my 'flying dreams' are like..oh and by the way..the one about the pj's...in my case it wasn't a dream...I actually went to school wearing them! I was really tired that morning, and realized soon afterwards that I had totally skipped the part where you are s'posed to get proper clothes on before you put on your coat.. *lol* I'm glad it was only a dream for you Nanabush...(then again, it was a nightmare for me none-the-less...*lol*)As far as your dreams you described Graymyst(the speeding ones)Isn't it amazing how it seems like there are these little sign-posts in our dreams sometimes, represented by actions or occurences we don't exactly like or want to be happening,it gives us that opportunity to step back and really survey the situation, and take that extra deep breath if we feel we need to..and maybe just relax, and not let it all get to us...(or at least try to ..*lol* I'm a constant worry wort!)okay...well I've still got lot's to say ..will post this and then continue *s* (ramble...ramble...*s*)

thanks for the 'Marylin' post 'Guest', neat little tid-bit of info there.. *s* and Leda, credits at the end of a dream? woa!, now that's what I call a classy dream, for me half the time I don't know who it is in my dream, let alone have their name appear in credits *lol*...as far as the trying to dial a number thingie goes, I find this interesting, repetitive acts that seem to achieve no end,and why? Sometimes I find myself in similiar dreams, not the same as you described, but similiar....and yes Ivy, it is very dreamy this time of year,I become a big lazy bear who only wants to sleep..and dream...(of course my insomnia has other plans for me *lol*)and speaking of insomnia, I must get me to bed before I fall asleep in Tir again!....*s*, so Oiche mhaith and sweet dreams to all those fellow dream travelers out there in the land of the young..ZzzzzZZZZzzzzZZZzz...

p.s.....pretty little dittie,wonder who wrote it.?.?.(the poem above ...Feathered serpent glimmering...)*s*

Thanks for the laugh Monadh (pj episode) needed that today.
So, we perhaps ought to look further into our dreams, searching out our sub-conscious demons and attempt to lay them to rest? And let's not forget to embrace the ones that remind us there are many wonderful peaceful parts of our lives and psyche. Me, well,am still feeling the thrill of discovering the reality of faeries ( or the joy in believing there is more in this world than we can see or perhaps ever know---love the mystery)

I'll try not to make this one too long folks...I find I very rarely have 'nightmares' these days, but I had one the other day..(my pet bird had just died and been buried only a few hours prior to.. ) I was laying in my bed, in a rather odd dream state, somewhere between a state of exhaustion and mourning, when in my dream I could feel the beat of her wings against my body,it wasn't really violent as such, but it felt like an assault, like the full force of her final flight was upon me...One can not help but feel somewhat guilty about keeping a creature captive, and after her passing I was feeling wretched and racked with a mix of emotions of guilt and at the same time relief that she was finally free to fly, In this dream it seemed she was trying to leave, and it was this overwhelming sensation of grief that I was feeling which was still holding her back somehow...,it was the oddest dream, didn't seem to have any images or sounds or colours or anything like that...only the crashing and whirring and flapping of wings upon my body, weird eh? Anyway, after waking and reflecting I realized that I just was going to have to let go, that it was all 'for the best'. I'm just glad she went in her sleep, she had this look of absolute content, and now she truly is free...and I haven't had any more nightmares since *s* I've actually been having some wonderful dreams the last few days, woke up with a smile on my face yesterday! *s*

Okay...so here is a dream I had a few years ago...This is one of the most vivid dreams I have ever had..after waking from it I grabbed some paper and pastels and quickly did a sketch of some of the images, along with jotting down the basic content....but I can't find either the pics or the notes so I'll try my best to describe it *s* In my dream...I suddenly found myself in a field hiding behind a barn. this place was very familiar..in my dream I knew exactly where I was...My heart was racing because I was on the run..I don't know why they were chasing me..but they were trying to find me and I was scared out of my freakin' mind of them and what they might do to me... They were everywhere..in the sky in helicopters, and now on the ground as well..and they were coming closer to finding where I was hiding...if they found me I'd be toast! I knew I had to get away...but the blood in my veins was pounding and I didn't know where to seek refuge... I could here the distant calls of the men..(soldiers?) I knew it would only be a matter of moments before they found me..so it was my last chance... I could see from my vantage point across the fields....there were only a few other buildings, and I knew none of them would be safe, so the woods were my only hope..if I could only reach the woods before they spotted me, then I might have a chance... So I ran..I ran like the wind...not looking back to where I had been ..or who might be following...All I knew was that I wanted to live to see another day, and that no matter what , I could not let them find me... Crossing the fields...past another little shed, there was a road, I paused for a moment there... standing on the road, I looked ahead of me..A great sense of relief fell upon me there...I knew where it led to..I had walked this road many times before..I knew that there was a path into the woods somewhere along side the lane, and I found it...There was a specific tree I recognized...little signs like the way the wind was playing with my hair ,and how the ground felt under my feet as I stopped there..I knew this was the path I was to take...and this sense of calm comfort that was taking hold of my spirit was somehow leading my terror stricken heart to follow...I bade goodbye to that road ,and to those trees which I had heard singing,playing in the breeze, many an eve...I walked quietly into the forest...down the path a while, I watched the leaves rustle as my feet plowed through them, and then I came upon a specific spot. I knew this was to be the place...I lay down, closed my eyes..fell into a kind of enchantment as I listened to my heart beating and the breath that sustained me. I heard a movement somewhere nearby..I knew what it was that was coming closer, so I held no fear...But I knew that these were to be my final breaths, that it was all coming to a close...and then the sound of paws in the leaves, the heavy panting, ..a wolf..I was not afraid..this was my escape! Suddenly and swiftly I felt this intensly sharp pain at my neck, I could feel the pain only briefly, and then..no pain! I could no longer feel my body as I had...senstions had melted away into this blissful state..I had the most wonderful feeling of relief and content that I had at last found sanctuary.I remained in the forest for sometime witnessing the destruction as my body was beng ripped to shreds, but my spirit was in tact, and I soon found myself wandering away from this scene... I no longer feared.

Sorry that was so incredibly long! I tried to describe it as accurately as possible without using 3 billion words, but how does one describe the way things looked, felt, were..without using at least 2 billion words! *s* This dream I described..the places in it,I have often been there in my dreams. At the time I dreamed it I hadn't a clue what it was all about, especially the part with the wolf. Since then a lot of things have happened in my life, namely, I became the foster mom to two wolf/husky pups!*s*(and they are very gentle!) But I don't believe this to be connected, my having wolves, and this dream of a wolf. Not long after I dreamed this, a person I knew was found dead in the woods,he had been murdered!(and his body had been laying there for a month before anyone found him!) This guy was not a close personal friend of my own, but none-the-less he was a friend :( . The mystery of his murder is still unsolved. I am not saying that this dream was of him,or the events surrounding his death,..but there were certain things in the dream, which later ,after reflecting, seemed to point towards what happened to him. Really close to the woods where he was found there is a restaurant with the name 'The Hungry Wolf'. Anyway....enough about my old dusty dream! *s* I hope y'all don't mind me sharing that with you, I wish I could have described it better! I know that it musta sounded like a really weird one,Perhaps to some of you it may sound like a mere story I created..but I assure you it was a dream, is a dream, forever shall be a dream which somehow lingers in my heart.I hope that y'all have the most pleasant of dreams *s* ~zzzzZZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZZZ~

Dear Mona
I can smell the scent of the damp hay and the
heavy earth-The rustling breath in your dream field -the joy of the path found .....not unlike
your wolves are my reclining Floridian ladies-
In the moment of DEATH we both felt at peace.
I have heard that if a person DIES in their dream
then they Die for reals- Untrue Eh?
Sweet Dreams - Ivy

Hi Monadh. I posted a very lengthy message after we chatted at the Tir but for some reason it was not accepted when I tried to enter it. I do want you to know that I enjoyed meeting you and your dream page is very nice.
See you in the Tir.
Blessings
Whitewing

Dreams in which I'm dying are few and far between...thank god!,.. because if that's true Ivy..(when you die in your dreams, then you die for real),then I'm sure we'd all be dead by now *lol* Too bad your previous message wouldn't post Whitewing..! I'm glad you like this little journal..I hope everyone does! *s* ZzzzZZZZZZZ And please y'all...remember to keep dreaming! *s*

Monadh...here is one that will interest you. I thank you for your help during a very trying time. Truth is stranger than...er, uh...why would I continually awaken hearing a man singing the same music to me? I was aware of many I knew around me when I was overcome with the desire to sleep. I could no longer fight it. That is the last conscious thought until awaking hearing him singing to me. What was there about the music?

I was still not fully there...I did not want to come back but the feelings... the emotions I was feeling. This went on for over a week as I was torn between two worlds. Time was lost...then one day feeling better I was drawn to town. What was I searching for? I walked into an endless display of CD’s and my eyes saw only one. I picked it up and tried to put it down but felt compelled to buy it.

I listened to the music, a group I had always loved as a teen. A lot of the music I had not heard before. It was all very familiar and I felt like a person with amnesia trying to remember...remember but there was pain with the memory.

I continued to awaken and hear the same song. His presence was still with me. I could not stop thinking of a man...I felt prompted to search. I was looking again for something, but what? I pulled out a neat stack of printed e-mails I had sent. One buried in the middle was a letter to this man I kept thinking of. As I read again my words I smiled as I knew why I was being prompted to once again write to this man. A portion of the letter follows:

Hmmm...between my goings and comings in spirit from my body I was remembering a visit I had while a teen age girl. I was on a higher level of consciousness yet I could physically feel and know who was with me. Interesting and unexplainable for a 14 year young girl.

Afterwards I wrote a story about a man who loved a woman he wanted to be with and had been visiting her...only at the time I assumed he was someone who was dead as he was in spirit. I did not know then on a conscious level about our spirits visiting one another while we are alive and fully connected to our mortal bodies.

Yes, interesting...I never felt afraid. I enjoyed him very much then and even now. The difference is I know him fully with nothing veiled. I hope he knows and feels my love and concern for his happiness. I simply trust that he will find answers and discover who he truly is. His heart is speaking so loudly yet he is trying to ignore its truth.

I have been in such a state of distress lately...forced from my body against my will and I traversed the lower realms and saw those there who still needed my help. I kept popping back to my body briefly then back in spirit so that the memory was imprinted indelibly upon my conscious being.

The last time I could not find my body...I really had to search to find myself. My silver cord had severed...my heart was breaking. It was so hard to come back. I wanted to go on to my true celestial home. Yesterday I was so exhausted and ill. I was in spirit watching many people with differing hats to impress those around them, symbolic of people's true intents.

Remember the huge hats in "My Fair Lady" and the snobbery of the rich? That is what I was seeing...symbolic of how people try to appear for others here. I saw a very beautiful woman sitting at her white grand piano that was ornated in pastel hues of every variation of light and color. She had a look of sadness upon her face. I spoke to her, asking her why she was so very sad when she was so beautiful and had many gifts and talents to share with others...

...I told her that I felt so inadequate where I was in life. If only I could play as she played. If only I could touch others with my music as she touched even those I had seen parading in pretense. We merged as one in a deep embrace. I awoke knowing that it was I, ***** *** whom I had seen. My true self and it hurt her that I felt that way about not wanting to be there to stir hearts and give my love to everyone who was wearing the ridiculously large and cumbersome hats thinking to be admired by others.

I will try harder to do my best and know that I will continue in my own way to share my gifts, talents, knowledge, and eternal being with those whom I love and serve here on earth. There is a man I have never met in this life who has touched my life and being so deeply. He has been there for me to help me continue on when I wanted to give up. He has shielded me many times from harm...mortality can never keep us from our true purpose here. ****...So le de a tre ma te a dea...So le de a me a te a la pe o. Eros ano tena, **** *****... Eros ano tena...eros ano tena...EROS ANO TENA, **** *****!

Where did those words come from? A memory? Are dreams only a memory? A memory from this time only? And why did I understand their meaning and know who was with me? And why was I feeling his being so fully? Just a simple dream, right? Let the experts decide and explain this...if they can. And there are those who would explain it as a past life regression. Past life where? Past life when? And who were all the others I knew and felt?

Then I felt the need to play the CD I had purchased. There were things in all of the music to touch my entire being as I understood why...why he was there with me. But the very last song...it was the one I continually awakened to hearing him sing it to me...

I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE*

I know you’re out there somewhere...somewhere...somewhere...
I know I’ll find you somehow... and somehow I’ll return again to you.

The myst is lifting slowly...I can see the way ahead...
And I’ve left behind the empty streets that once inspired my life...
And the strength of the emotion...is like thunder in the air...
Cause the promise that we made each other,
Haunts me to the end...

I know you’re out there somewhere...somewhere... somewhere...
I know you’re out there somewhere...somewhere you can hear my voice...
I know I’ll find you somehow...somehow...somehow...
I know I’ll find you somehow...and somehow I’ll return again to you.

The secret of your beauty...and the mystery of your soul...
I’ve been searching for in everyone I meet...
And at times I’ve been mistaken...
It’s impossible to say...
And the grass is growing underneath our feet...


I know you’re out there somewhere...somewhere...somewhere...
I know you’re out there somewhere...somewhere you can hear my voice...
I know I’ll find you somehow...somehow...somehow...
I know I’ll find you somehow...and somehow I’ll return again to you.

You see, I know you’re out there somewhere...
Oh yes, I know you’re out there somewhere...
You see, I know I’ll find you somehow...
Oh yes, I know I’ll find you somehow...

The words that I remember...from my childhood still are true...
That there’s none so blind as those who will not see...
And to those who lack the courage...
And say it’s dangerous to try...
Well, they just don’t know love eternal will not be denied.

I know you’re out there somewhere...somewhere... somewhere...
I know you’re out there somewhere...somewhere you can hear my voice...
I know I’ll find you somehow...somehow...somehow...
I know I’ll find you somehow, and somehow I’ll return again to you.

Yes, I know it’s going on ( know it’s going on),
I can feel it getting near (feel it getting near),
And see me returning to the fountain of our youth...
And if you wake up wondering (if you wake up wondering)in the darkness of the night, (you’ll know I’ll be there)
My arms will close around you and protect you with the truth.

I know you’re out there somewhere...somewhere...somewhere...
I know you’re out there somewhere...somewhere you can hear my voice...
I know I’ll find you somehow...somehow...somehow...
I know I’ll find you somehow...and somehow I’ll return again to you.

*From “The Best Of The Moody Blues”

You really need to hear this music! Now, Monadh...are there those we have always known? Are there those we have always loved? Is there a part of everyone that is eternal and full of eternal knowing that has never forgotten who we truly are? And why would he stay with me when I was so torn between going on or staying and enduring more pain and heartache? Why would he want me to stay in this realm?

Ahhhhh...just a dream? Just a dream! I choose then to dream of a higher reality and a part of me that will never die!

I have always loved the Moody Blues...especially their earliest stuff. *s* I am glad you are feeling better now 'Guest'. I don't claim to be an expert on dreams (everyone knows I don't get hardly enough sleep for that)*L* I believe that our dreams arise from a part of ourselves which is magical, mystical, and eternal. While I do feel that a good deal of what we dream originates from the scrapbooks of our minds , memories etc., I also feel that a certain amount comes from a sort of otherworld, which is not governed by the laws of time and space etc.Like for instance if you dream of something which has not occurred, but later manifests itself. Or if you dream of something, which may have occurred but you were not consciously aware of it.I'm not sure exactly what I'm trying to say,(as usual *L*)but basically, I believe that dreams are a beautiful and uplifting aspect of life, that we somehow find a connection with the divine when we dream.*S* May you all be filled and embraced by sweet and everlasting joy as you travel through the land of ZzZzZzZz's *s* ~Monadh~(President and Ceo of 'Dreams R Us inc.' *lol*... okay...so I only work in the mail-room, but maybe oneday I'll make it to the top! *L*)

Dear Guest December 4th-
Oh, to find that other half!We seek and seek that
coming HOME.That wonderous complimentary conflict
which is the basis of all life.The non-moment
wherein the I is not.
It is in the sharing *S*

For Monadh, Tir na Noggian, The Keeper of Dreams

Electric Pixies
Rogue c 2000

For those who dream
and yearn to hear
electric pixies prattle.

Be not mundane
or cling to fear
like oh so many cattle.

Give up the rush
and stop the fuss
no more clatter
and the rattle.

For those who dream
will surely hear
electric pixies prattle.

From Erin's shore
and Auckland's door
Samarkand and Seattle.

There's dreams of flight
and dreams of light
and even dreams of battle.

Whether dreams of dance
or dreams of chance
or in a night mare's saddle,

It's those who dream
that surely hear
the electric pixies prattle.

Bravo Rogue..I like your pome. The whole idea of linking the ancient and essential(meaning of essence not something needed) spirit of poetry to the newness and orderedness (except on my puter) of the cyber world is fascinating to me. Kind of a 'science' and 'the heart' thing. No doubt there is a range of ways used to decribe this very thing...It strikes me that when people connect in an honest way thru the net they are making a similar leap..using the science to give the heart yet another voice...which I think is what you're getting at in your pohem. I like your use of onomatopoeia with your 'electric pixies prattle'
Hey bet you didn't expect a lit crit..*LOL* Sorry English major can't help myself..*S*
Anyway nice parm..(that's Ausie for something that rimes)*L*

*grabbing Funk and Wagnell* O-N-O-M-A-T-O-P-O-E-I-A...The formation of words in imitation of natural sounds, as CRACK, SPLASH, or BOW-WOW. An imitative word. The use of such words. Okay...got it now Leda! Who said you can't teach an old dog new words? *giggling*

Parm...Parm-esan Cheese =Rime-ing Cheese! *Head THUNKING on bar at Tir in pursuit of dreams and further onomatopoeia from the 'electric pixie prattle'* ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz...

*talking in sleep to Leda* An English major? Thanks...it always pays to increase 'MY WORD!' power. Helps one get their prattles out. *ZZZZzzzz's prattling loudly the windows of Tir*

Dear Guest
Parm...poem in Australian....when someone with a strong Australian accent says poem it would sound like parm..or, at best,pome..as opposed to a po-um.
NOTHING TO DO WITH CHEESE...*s*
"Its aaouw and goawn that keep her in her place..not her wretched clothes and dirty face."
My Fair Lady

If "electric pixies prattle" doesnt sound like a keyboard....I'll eat my swag.......*L*

Thanks for listening.

Dear Leda,

Thank you for sharing as I love learning new things. And Rogue is very much attached to his keyboard...*giggle* He is a master composer of some very great MUSE-ic with his. Aren't words wonderful? Now about that Rime-ing Cheese...just my way of enjoying the reasoning powers of young children. Did you ever see Art Linkletter's "Kid's Say The Darndest Things?" So do mine! (Some of which I would not want repeated in a public place too loudly.) *Dreaming of perfectly mannered children in 'My Fair Babies'.

Lovely poem Rogue *S*and all the 'parm' and pome' stuff placed a great big *S* on my face folks! *L*....okay now..One of my dreams last night was somewhat of an odd one..not really significant..but I woke up laughing..and telling everyone around me about it..so I'll share it with y'all...okay..well...in my dream I wasn't me, and no one else was who they were..(kinda like the net *lol*)In my dream I was an archaeologist excavating an ancient burial ground (it wasn't an official 'dig'..but not exactly a grave robbery...studying, but not thieving..if that is at all posssible *L*) I found a body which appeared to be quite old, and preserved..kinda like the Tatshenshini(know I spelled that wrong) find here in B.C., now known as 'long ago person found' (can't find the proper native words for it..but they are beautiful)Only this discovery I had come across was really ancient and quite 'scandalous' really if the news hit the papers because of what it revealed as to the origin of modern 'man'. Anyway..(trying to make this short and sweet *s*)to make a long story short, I was carrying out tests on this 'mummy'(Carbon Dating, DNA etc.), when it suddenly started to come to life! talk about freaky! *lol* for the rest of the dream I found myself being chased by this odd figure...which ended up changing shape entirely by the end of my dream, into something other than human.It was all rather like a scene from the film 'The Mummy', and not at all scary...quite comical really..(okay ...so ya had to be there to catch the punch-line folks *s*)In the end I think I finally somehow over-powered the creature, and laid it back in it's resting place...not exactly the most vivid or realistic dream, more like one of those ones where you're just too tired to dream of anything more meaningful type of dreams.*s*There is a dream I had several winters ago which I'll be sharing with y'all very shortly...until then....~zzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzz~

Okay..here goes....I dreamed this about 4 years ago, at about this same time of the year...In my dream,it was neither day, nor night. I was travelling on a road, up a hill..it was a very winding road, which seemed to stretch the whole distance of forever....I was not alone....for I had a guide,(someone I could feel, but not actually see) who was leading me to my destination , a destination which I was still unaware of. When we came to the end of this road,(not exactly an end really...rather, the road seemed to fade into a green path) there suddenly opened up in front of me this clearing from the woods which dotted the landscape...I found myself at a great summit, a valley shaped somewhat like a bowl surrounded by high and sharp peaks,and a green clearing in the centre, with deep forests surrounding on the brim. I remember the way it all seemed so otherworldly, yet earthen. I could see that in the very centre of this green field, there was a shining white building. As I approached this (house?), I walked down the middle of this path fringed by perfectly simple, yet ornate gardens...gardens which seemed to be untouched by human hands. This was a grand estate indeed. As I came towards this house, I looked up to admire it's beauty...it was very Byzantium (spelling wrong I'm sure),like the way those Russian buildings look, with their faery-tale architecture. This building was of the purest shining white light, yet seemed somehow to resonate all colours and shapes in its shine. (will post this and continue in a few moments...)

There was no door! Rather,as I left the green grass,and entered this building, I found the entrance to be everywhere...patios which seemed to flow into rooms made of the softest, yet strongest marble, with many windows, and even more gardens(inner courtyards). It was all empty in every physical sense..no furniture....but then again...why should there be need of furniture when there were no people inhabiting these halls? And yet, I was surrounded by people whose faces I knew all too well, though I could not see them...I could feel them, and hear their laughter...I heard the sweetest music, was it from these rooms that it sprung? or did it rise from my own soul?...I could not tell my own self from these surroundings..for we seemed to be one.And then as swiftly as my journey had begun, it came to a close...seemed to go into hyper-rewind, and I found myself instead travelling down this hill..and away from this house...which I knew to be my home. I was not sad for it's loss..for I knew that I would oneday return...~ Okay..there it is..yet another of my vivid dreams which has lingered in my heart...I have never before, or since, had such a vision of...(how else to describe it other than...)heaven.for there was the greatest feeling of peace there as I dreamed it..I felt like sharing it with y'all in light of the fact that there has been mention of 'coming home'('Guest', Dec.7'th, and 'Guest', Dec.9'th)To me, this is one of my most treasured of dreams...*s* Many sweet dreams, a chairde *s* ~zzzzzZzzzzZZZZZzzzZZzZzZzzz~

*puts a sock in her mouth*

*cough cough* *sputter sputter* *(choking on sock!)*

*Ivy performs the heimlich manuever on Monadh*

My dear Monadh ,sez I, no socks darlin' - try the foot next time,harder to swallow!

Lovely dream your white house, so familiar......
Where once we played hide and seek - crept into the midnight kitchen on an ice cream raid-owned the garden we tigers we horses we indian chieftans
we dreamed everything possible and knew the
dream was real.
Without remembering the moment we began leaving.
It never was or will be a place of staying
how else could we come home?
Our house- God Bless us Travellers one and all!
So good to see you come on in..............

Love to all-
Ivy(aka)dec.9th guest:)

Welcome Ivy,
Stay, sit near our fire and scribble upon our boards. As Monadh, you have the fair look of someone with important things to say. Be a guest no longer. Your contribution makes you family and you will find our fire warm. Welcome.

I know this is a public message board but this is meant for Monadh as I feel she will understand its significance. Others are welcome to read but be warned that the subject material may cause feelings of confusion and discord if you are not ready to know these things.

Monadh, here is the dream I recorded but could not find until I came across it the other day. That always happens when you are not looking for something~ *G* I was amazed at what I had forgotten as I reread it. I realize now that I will have to do some major editing and leave out knowledge that is very sacred and only for me to know. It pertains to future world events and others I have been assigned to work with.

I had been talking on the phone with a very close friend of mine, one who has since died, and I related to her about her life and the generational issues that were manifesting with her health problems. She had been very open to my help and counsel until I shared things that I had no way of knowing.

I had been very ill and back and forth from body to higher realms receiving counsel to help others. This friend did not accept the manner with which I had received this knowledge as she could not accept the truth of her weaknesses that it had revealed. She was manifesting fear which is a block to higher knowledge and learning. She told me I had better be careful what I asked for then she excused herself from the phone and we hung up.

Looking back I now know that this was her downfall. She could have healed and lived a long and productive life. She never called me again. Her family moved to very poor housing and at one point after becoming a total recluse and sleeping on only a dirty mattress, her daughter sought me out for help. Her husband told me she would not talk to anyone.

I tried other means...on a higher level in spirit but even then her spirit refused to allow me to help her. I explained to her daughter that her mother had no desire to be helped or to live. She died soon afterwards. It was just before her actual dying that I was in spirit with her. We conversed and she admitted her regrets that she had not listened to me the first time. She had been given many chances for help but chose to ignore them.

Because I needed understanding of her not wanting to know and change herself, I was given the understanding in a vision. It was given symbolically as a dream:

I looked upon an old, dirty, dumpy trailer that I had been given to dwell in. I was not discouraged by its conditions. I knew I could make it a better place to live in. Beside it was a modest, yet very becoming mobile home with all manner of beautiful vegetation and landscaping. I chose to change my surroundings to follow the example of my neighbor. I had not met him, I only saw him from afar as he continued to create beautiful workmanship and grounds.

I busied myself with the cleansing. When I reached a point I could do no more, I noticed that it was very becoming, only the door was broken and needed to be fixed. I felt impressed to seek my neighbor's help and counsel. I climbed to a mountain top where he felled timber for building and landscaping. As I began to converse with him, I marveled as I soon realized he was badly crippled, very old, and nearly blind. When I asked him how he was able to do all manner of beautiful work in such a condition, his true identity became known to me.

I looked upon my Savior's face. He called me to Him and explained to me the symbolism of my dwelling, my purpose, etc. Others would not come up unto Him as I had done. Others would not follow His example as I had done in cleansing my dwelling. This was my physical body. I had been obedient and had cleansed to the point where now I needed His help to rebuild the door. I had sought Him out and He would provide for all my needs. He then told me I needed to return to my dwelling and to "allow" others the trial.

I did not understand this at this time, but obeyed even though I wanted so much to stay with Him. I awoke to a conscious level and pondered these things. My body was chilled and in shock, I fell back into a higher level of consciousness and was allowed more teaching and understanding.

Now I looked upon my dwelling. Not only was it clean, but it was in perfect form. The door had been replaced with a great door of the finest workmanship. I looked around me and for the first time became aware of the others as they did mock me because I was not like them. My home did put to shame their dwellings. I felt very warm, His light was still upon me as the noonday son.

I saw this friend I had been trying to help sitting naked in a filthy barnyard. I asked her why she sat and did not get up. She told me she was sitting there waiting for the light, totally exposed, yet there was no evidence of the light in her. I wondered how she could sit so long and not feel the burning, as I perceived that she received another source that she was unaware of and it did burn and damage her skin without her even realizing this.

I told her His light was great, that it filled my whole being. She did mock as she asked, "Can you also fish in snow?" Her question puzzled me. I was told to go on.

There were many others like her---lazy, wanting others to do for her what she should do for herself. They were angry with me because I made them look bad as their excuses for slothfulness were taken away because of my successes.

I awakened again to a conscious level and did ponder this vision as it did remain deeply impressed upon my being. I was shown how this pertained to the very questions of my heart and my friend's objections and what I had revealed to her concerning her weaknesses. I was told again that I was to "allow" the trial. She chose delusion so He would grant her desires. I was not to intervene for her or others but allow them to suffer the consequences of their false beliefs.

I continued to be taught many more things and was told that yes, I could fish in snow. I need only throw in a line of faith in a snow bank and He would provide all the fish I desired. The fish He provides are the individuals He brings into my life each day to teach and share my knowledge with. The others lack faith and are lazy. They will not put forth the effort I have to receive the light.

I was told not to record the other things which I did see and taste of. They are for my own learning and understanding only.

There you have it, Monadh...it means a lot more now looking back at what has been happening in my life. This is why it is important to record pertinent dreams of great meaning when one has them. They may not be understood at the time because of symbolism and life's present conditions, but time and experience are a powerful teacher as one's understanding is opened.

Once again..wonderful posts my dear fellow Tir dreamers *S* and I promise Ivy...no more socks! *L*..Loved your poem by the way! *s*..)I have to say I found the description of your dream and the events surrounding it most interesting 'Guest-Dec.25'...I loved that bit about 'fishing in snow' *s*

Many sweet dreams to you all this New Year!...*zzzZZZZZzzzzzZZZZZ*..*presents a blanket of stars for all to cuddle up in ..*******Keep the dreams a'dreamin!*S*

have any of you thought that maybe our dreams are other realities??

Most definetly 'Guest'. To many dreams, are seen as a gateway to an otherworld, dreamtime. So many cultures have different terms for it.I am fascinated with the theories of the Universe, and the way we explore these mysteries. Truly a reflection on the nature of life, and the beauty that is part of all our souls. The other night I had a splendid dream. There was some sort of sign in the sky, of four moons each in different phases of the cycle, and it was still daylight, though these moons shone, as if t'were night. The whole world seeemed transfixed and enchanted by this, and all the creatures of the woods and fields came to be by the side of all people. It was a great gathering.It was in the time of ripe berries on the bushes. I don't know why I dreamed of this, but none the less it was my dream.The dream I had the next night was completly different. I was on another planet on a reconnaisance mission, trying to rescue some stranded colonists. Weird eh? *L*

no, that's not weird. i know my dreams are so real that i wonder what is reality?

Who can say what reality is really. Is it all a cosmic dream? And are we all the dreamer?, or aspects of the same dream? It is said there are many dimensions, many alternate realities, far more than our brains seem to be able to conciously comprehend it would seem.The beautiful thing about dreams is that they are our own little reality that we can cuddle up in.

January 7th and 9th Guest-
Reality is a sandwich in Austin ,Texas. A Chicken Fried Steak on a bun with jack cheese, jalepenos and a smather of mayo!
It also seems to be a relative state!
I wonder at the connection . When I dream a vivid dream - it seems i am living/communicating /travelling in a very real
place wherein I possess /share all the ability to create (reality?) It as if I now can actually
harmonize(in tune)with everyone else there.
By the way I have the lousiest voice , yet in my dreams (when it is not a voice stealin' nightmare)
I sing like a bird.That IS reality for me at that moment and maybe for a few folk on the same wavelength. So is it REAL? Sure enough! it All is.
I like Monadhs' response - cuddle up!
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It is my own brothers' bar, so while the patrons are temporarily distracted by the Hoopla leading up to my "debut" you have a perfect opportunity to
"borrow"the best ship you can find - pack up your colonists and VAYATE Mona! Know this ; once I begin singing, you have about 2 minutes before the bar empties onto the street . Good Luck!
Love to all Ivy

*s*

nice to know i'm not mad. my dreams are vivid too.

The Gypsy/Wench

Gypsy/Wench,
and All. It is not madness- unless you are really angry. *S*
Please read Monadhs' posts on Thursday December 14
Arrow up love!
Tell us Your vivid Dream!

Whoops! That previous post by Ivy

well i can't tell everything, but here is some of it. if someone touched me in the dream i felt it here. i woke with all the burns and brusses from the dream. it was freaky with a capital "F"! and all of my dreams are like that.

Monadh, this is not a dream but I thought to share parts with you. This happened last night to me so it is still very vivid to me.

Gosh I had such a close call again. I was with my daughter at her school and about to go unconscious. I was in Anaphylactic shock and I just wanted to sleep. Had a hard time fighting to stay awake. I suddenly started to see myself DEAD and lying in my casket.

I could feel the shock and horror of people as they did not understand why God would take a mother from her family. I saw and felt my family's sorrow and pain. I asked ******* (a translated higher being) if he would please help me return home where I could lie in my own bed, try to warm up, and stay in body.

I felt his arms around me from behind and his love (a special, glowing light energy...life force) sending a deep, penetrating warmth to my shoulders and back heart center where life ebbs and flows. I was then able to return home and went to bed.

I awoke the next morning with my husband and youngest son in bed with me. I asked my husband what had happened as I did not remember anything after I laid down. He said he had come to bed at midnight and tried to wake me up. I would not respond or move. I asked if I was lying on my back, a position I detest sleeping in. He said yes. That is how I am lying every time I come back from near death or spirit travel.

I did remember things about being in spirit. I knew the reason why I was asked to return. The Savior was teaching me again. I have not felt well for two weeks and I am still trying to get better. I was so weak and drained this morn I could not get up for very long without feeling like I was going to go unconscious again. I am still making choices. The things I was shown ahead for me will be extremely hard to pass through. I hope I am as strong as the Savior told me I am.

Vivid experiences? Vivid dreams? There is no time except in the physical sense. Some day science will bring to light the things already that many experience. If one understands holograms they will understand this concept. Already there is holographic technology being used in computers.

That is all I can share. Now I just need to focus on the things I learned and what I still need to accomplish here. *Beginning musing* Maybe I need to meet Edgar Cayce in my dreams and talk about Atlantis? *S* I sometimes feel like Cassandra, daughter of Priam who was endowed with the gift of prophecy but failed to be believed. A Cassandra is a term used to describe one that predicts misfortune or disaster. I have seen many such events of calamities, both past and yet to come. But I have also seen the things that can shift and bless this world. Strange huh? BELIEVE IT OR STUFF IT!

That is amazing Gypsywench..and at the same time terrifying..I've heard of these type of occurences before...Geesh..it would freak me outa my wig if that ever happened to me..*counting her lucky stars*..And 'Guest,January 13th'..yet again..another remarkable and powerful tale...you must be an incredibly strong soul to experience such things..it is amazing....*wondering if 'Believe It Or Stuff It' is going to be the next big craze in bumper stickers....*L* The past few nights I have been dreaming of water..the first night..I was on a ship on the waves, the second, I was the waves, and then last night..okay..so my dreams of being water arent so fun ..*L*, but when I dream up something good, Ill be a'postin..take care fellow dreamers...Slán..~Monadh~ *off into the watery depths*

you've heard of it before? where? oh, and don't worry about the burns, my hand is almost healed.

don't ask.

*watches for the flames*

or

waches for the flams

*snickers*

hmmmmmm maybe 'stigmata' (sp) *s*

hey, you try cooking in a chimny, you have to be careful. it may have only been a dream but it was real to my friends and me. and what's even freakier is some of the stuff in the dreams i've found here, but i thought my mind made it up. i never read much on Ireland, so i never knew many stories. then i came here, and found that most of the things in the dreams were real ways of life in 1600 Ireland. now that's freaky.

Gypsy, please e-mail me.

I think that it would be a 'good thing' if people stuck to a single handle when posting messages.
Whereas regulars here may readily recognise the hand of an individual, a newcomer will be confused.

Is it just me or is the loading starting to take forever..Okay..Im taking a vote : Whoever is in favour of me starting a second page in the dream journal raise your hands and say Yea...Those opposed, simply tell me so..and I may think twice. You see..I don't want any folks being discouraged to post their dreams (for instance if it takes forever to load, then chances are more people are going to be discouraged rather than encouraged to post..)Maybe I just have a super slow comp..let me know what y'all think. Let's all have sweet dreams now..shall we? Slán ~zzzzZZZZZzzzZZZzzz~

hmm..then again, there is something comforting about an old page..(go ahead and call me sentimental...)And looking around, I dare say this isn't the longest page in the book.. I could really use your advise on this one Accasbel *s* Now, as far as dreams go... oie oie oie..not enough sleep!...~zzzzZZZZzzZZZzz~

please open a second page for us dreamers.

As I closed my eyes, the deck began to roll beneath my feet. The moonless sea looked eerie by the light from a thousand suns sparkling like jewels in the heavens so far away. My eyes on the compass, my sextant reading sure. Stearing a course for those rocky cliffs that hide the safe harbor where the one I seek lives above in the warm cottage by the sea. Only a day and night's sail away now. Soon I'll once again be in the arms of the only one I ever loved. Waiting for me in the warm cottage on the cliffs by the sea...

The Buccaneer

You 'start a new page' in exactly the same way that you started this one.
Go one level up to "General ...." and at the bottom, 'Start a new conversation'