Dreams - Transpersonal - Share with us here
At first I thought this section should just be for transpersonal dreams, but I realize that every dream is personal at some level. Whether it is personal or transpersonal, this is the place to share a dream you'd like help interpreting or just want us to hear. We can all benefit from understanding how dreams work and the amazing symbolism our consciousness uses to speak to us.
Dreams come from human consciousness. They are often prophetic, dense with symbolism, and carry profound truths. So let us know if you have one to share.
I had a strange one last night.
I dreamed I was reading a "psychographic map." Whatever that is. It was like a dark folded roadmap. On it were stamped some red 'P's, and red 'T's, P being for Putin and T's being for Trump. Then I saw a big blue V/S . And noticed the red P's and T's were disappearing, and this big blue V/S just kept getting bigger. And bigger.
V/S stands for Vote and Senate.
This thing is in motion, so I can't call the Senate for the Democrats--I didn't see into the future. But I can certainly say the blue vote is growing and erasing the Red on the map.
Then, tonight, I hear for the first time that the Senate is thought to be in play, and the Rethuglicans are afraid they will lose it.
(BTW, am being scarce here due to this being my busiest season, thru Oct.) R1
Yes. One morning several years ago a dream broke into a dream I was already having (if that made sense). In the dream the voice of a friend of mine who was pregnant at the time called, "My water just broke! The baby is coming." I immediately woke up. It was just after 7 am, and I texted this friend and told her what I had dreamt. We weren't particularly close (I knew she was pregnant, but not her due date) and I didn't think much of the fact that I didn't hear back from her that day. Two days later she texted me that when she got my message, her water had just broken and she was getting in the car to go to the hospital. She was buckling her seatbelt when I texted.
I've had a few of these types of dreams over the years. This one is the most general; the others are too precise or personal to post publicly. In each of them I'm given a kind of concurrent snapshot of something happening in the life of another. They aren't in any way symbolic, they're very literal, like watching a film. None of them have been negative. None have involved people I don't know personally, or events beyond my personal world, but all have been transpersonal.
I would like to know more about why these happen to me, and perhaps have some more control over them, but I'm not sure how. I do meditate but I've hesitated to try to enhance control over these dreams.
Yarrow, when I go on meditation retreats, I get a lot of dreams about the world, about people I know, and about myself. When I'm busy in life, I don't get as many. But I think I'm getting them all the time, just not remembering them when I'm busy. You can train yourself to remember your dreams, however.
As for why that particular dream happened? I think we are helping each other unconsciously, the way trees help other trees in the forest by sending them nutrients and water when they need it. We do it in our sleep, like you did with your friend to remind her that her water had broken. It's possible that it was your vigilance and message to her that initially notified her. Perhaps not. But We are all connected and resonating with each other. We feel each other.
Since joining this site, I have to admit, my dreams have become more peaceful and meaningful. There is a dream I hold closely that I had a few months back that I would like to share, because it brought me so much peace.
It was the darkest of nights, and for some reason I was walking around the Navajo nation high school dormitory (the Navajo send their adolescence away for high school, much like a college student). Despite the darkest of skies, this dormitory was full of green lights......everywhere.
After dreaming this, great things have been happening in my local area. The Navajo nation opened a health clinic for ALL people's in a nearby city. Now, the neighboring tribes people have been coming forward at the local museums to offer blessings and stories of their legacy of being " water protectors".
In the darkest of skies....healing still exists, this website proves it.
Because I was raised in a strict Evangelical Christian home, dreams were one of the few acceptable ways to receive spiritual messages as I grew up. I have known since I was a child that my dream is prophetic when it is very vivid in color and unforgettably detailed.
I have always connected with animals and nature. After I became an adult and left the church, the Native American totems really spoke to me. In the summer of 2015, I began to have a series of dreams about bear attacks over the next three years. Here are a few of those dreams. In the first dream, my husband, son, and I parked our truck and began a hike up a valley. We heard a terrible roar and screaming. Dozens of big brown bears were charging down the hillsides into the valley toward us. A man who I thought at the time was Larry David (comedian, writer, and Bernie Sanders look alike) was running ahead of the bears and screaming. We turned and ran back to the safety of our truck. The bears caught up with the man and were mauling him. We were trying to figure out how to help when I woke up.
In another dream, I looked out at my window to see a bear in my front yard and an orange cat near him. I was really worried that the bear would kill the cat. When I walked back into my kitchen, the bear and the orange cat were curled up together sleeping on my kitchen floor.
On another night, I dreamed we drove across a bridge. A bear was sitting on the bridge with his back towards us looking into the water. The road climbed up the side of a steep mountain. It was very narrow with lots of blind corners.
The most recent bear dream I had was a few days after the Fourth of July this year. I saw tall thin man with glasses hiking down a steep, narrow trail on the side of a mountain. A big brown bear wearing a little pink frilly polka dotted dress started chasing him and mauled him. The guy made it back to his campsite, but was really beat up. His wife and two teenage daughters were all on their phones and just ignored him. His wife didn’t believe his story about the bear attack and accused him of trying to get attention. He finally convinced someone to take him to the ER. He ended up sitting in the waiting room for hours basically being ignored. His shoes were both gone as well as one of his white socks. Finally, he looked under his chair, found the lost sock, and put it on.
I have a friend who is a shaman that I told about these dreams. He first asked if the bears could be old fears that were coming up to be dealt with now. That didn’t feel right. I had wondered if the bears were the intuition and feminine energy rising up but that didn’t click either. Finally, I understood. The bears were the Russians. I was being warned about the Russian attacks online to help Trump. I believe that it was Bernie Saunders being attacked in the first dream as the Russian trolls pretended to be his supporters to stir up people against Hillary. The bear in my kitchen cuddled up with the orange cat was Putin and Trump. They had broken into our private lives and taken over our home. The wife and daughters were all the people that didn’t believe what Russia and Trump were doing to our country. And the bear in the little pink dress? The young lady Maria Butina who was arrested a couple weeks after that dream. This has all set us on a very treacherous road or difficult path on our journey. I hope the guy finding his lost sock is a sign of our country starting towards recovery.
TaG22, wonderful bear dreams. I also related to bears as something I have felt afraid of, and the Bear as Russia has surfaced several times in our readings of Putin's influence.
In 2014 I had a terrible nightmare that there was a bear outside our house and it was going to get in because somehow there was access. I was so terrified that our dog started howling and I woke my husband who joked half asleep there was no bear, just a bear market.
That soothed me but the same year in a Read the Future night I saw a black shark which I knew was Putin making secret plans. Okay it was a shark, not a bear, but I knew it was Putin, and Russia is a bear, so there is going to be a point to this. And at the time of those Putin-shark visions, the Kremlin was getting its cyber warfare teams focussed on us.
The following year, in another Read the Future Night that took place in my home, my colleague, Bill Mahan, had a vision for July 2016, a vivid image of a bear coming right into our living rooms. This time, I knew it was Putin. And just as predicted, in July 2016 Wikileaks published the damaging DNC emails that turned so many democrats away from the party and towards Trump.
I keep a dream journal to remember my dreams. I notice when I get lazy about recording these dreams, I stop receiving messages through them. It seems that by writing down anything that seems significant when I wake up, I honor the message and invite more. I can also look back on what I saw in my dreams as the story unfolds in real life.
I posted this dream earlier on the Immigration page before I knew what it was showing me. On July 23, 2018, I had a dream about a little Latina girl in a white frilly dress with pierced ears. For some reason I am yet to understand, she was sitting in a bird bath with soap bubbles around her. There was a herd of elephants in the background. I heard, “This is Niomi.(?) She is born of the elephants.” I thought this little girl was younger as she fit in a bird bath. She is five now. I thought her name was Naomi, because that is the spelling that was familiar to me. The elephants are obviously the GOP.
Well, in July a little girl named Helen Noemhi fled Honduras with her Grandma also named Noemhi, her teenage brother Christian, and several other relatives. Gangs had threatened Christian, so they decided to flee to Texas where these kids’ mother had migrated four yrs earlier. They planned to seek legal refuge. Helen almost drowned when she slipped out of the raft when they crossed the Rio Grande. Border patrol picked them up. Christian was separated from his grandma. This was a month after Trump had supposedly stopped separating kids from their families. Then Helen was taken out of her grandma’s arms and told that she would be deported, but Helen would stay here. Later that day, Christian and his grandma were reunited. The adults were fitted with ankle bracelets and they were all released, except for Helen. She was shuffled through shelters into a foster home and made to check a box and sign a form giving up her right to a bond hearing. At five years old! Grandma ended up in the hospital from the stress of not knowing where Helen was while the stories on the news were claiming the government had stopped the family separations. Finally, they were able to get Helen released to her mom and grandmother on Sept 7 with the help of groups like LUPE. Helen is having issues from the trauma. TheNewYorker 10/11/18 The five-year-Old who detained at the Border and Convinced to Sign Away Her Rights.
This is so wrong and absolutely heartbreaking. I have had repeated dreams since Trump won of Latinx people sobbing and screaming. It is reported that there are thousands of these children in the government’s custody. They claim to have lost track of several hundred of these kids. I saw a couple of months ago, some of these kids turned up working on an egg farm. Sorry, I don’t remember where I read that. The detention centers have them coloring American symbols, and saying the pledge. There are murals of Trump on the walls. What are we doing? Growing our own low cost work force? Trafficking? I just want to throw up. Maybe we need to do a RV on this.
Tag22, I also read this story and also felt sick to my stomach. I remember reading your dream about the little girl in the white frilly dress. Yes, this would appear to Helen. I believe this horrible treatment of children and families is the darkest legacy of the Trump administration, I feel the dirt and grime taint my being too because I am an American and my country is choosing to do this evil act, again and again. Deplorable. Despicable.
Your dream of Helen is also very symbolic and hopeful.
The name Helen is Greek and means Shining light. The bright one. Just reading that makes me smile. Yes she is a shinning light. She is in your dream too. In a dream, a birdbath "represents a mindset that is supportive or encouraging of overcoming negativity all the time. Feeling good being noticed by others overcoming negativity or problems all the time. Experiencing a lot of cleansing or a powerful positive change. Experiencing a lot of progress."
This would fit with your seeing her in white and in a birdbath of soapy bubbles too. She is a bright cleansing light, she is a beacon and shinning a light for those who continue dealing with the darkness of our country's making,
She will make this time brighter.
She already has because people are reading her story. People are dreaming of her. Ultimately, there will be change because people know what is happening. There will be those who will not give up. They will not forget. She is a blessing.
I will pray that Helen continues to shine brightly, that the trauma she suffered is washed clean, and she will help guide more light workers to shine light and overtake this darkness.
Thank you so much for helping to interpret what I saw. That was so helpful. Especially the birdbath. This crisis on the border has been swept off the front pages by all the other horrors we are experiencing. I was discussing this news story with my husband last night when I suddenly got the feeling that the reason I thought Helen looked younger than five was it was her mother's spirit reaching out for help in my dream. The way I understand it, the mother hadn't seen Helen for 4 yrs. The recent pic in the news looks like the same girl just a little older. I love the meaning of her name too. I believe this will not be the last we hear of her.
In October 2016 I had a dream that the sun went out. A few months ago my guide came through in a dream and showed me the internment camps - I was safe behind a glass window watching the camps as he narrated - telling me that things would get much worse for immigrants and journalists in the months to come. He encouraged me to build community connections and demonstrated that social media and the amplification of negative thoughts and noise is hugely distracting and disconnecting. Last night I dreamed that I was driving my car in complete darkness. No moon, no streetlights, no headlights, no light from anywhere. I could hear screams coming from the streets around me but I kept driving blindly in the dark with my partner and my child in the car with me. I feel like we are about to travel through the darkest hours - but we must stay hopeful. We are being guided towards a better outcome.
Your dream brings to mind the old saying, It is always darkest before the dawn. And it has certainly been dark lately, but you were continuing to move forward through it in your dream. Dawn must be on it's way. We need to fly above all the hate and fear keeping our sights on the horizon.
Preface: I have never claimed to have any sort of abilities, psychic, intuitive, or otherwise. I am empathic, and experience a lot of deja vu, but that's about as far as it goes. So this dream I had last night might be largely explained as wishful thinking, but it was so crazy clear.
I was visiting an old friend in Florida. We went to this large, curvilinear, white hotel with reflective copper-tinted windows. The back was terraced into smaller private beach and pool areas, with a large strip of beach at the bottom. The Epcot ball loomed behind it.
As I walked along the back of the hotel, I saw different groups of people in the terraced areas, playing in either sand or a pool. Many of the groups were different ethnicities. I reached a smaller private area, and Obama was dancing, joyously. He told me to dance with him, so I did.
Then I was walking along the public beach toward the end of the hotel's property. There was a small, crescent shaped beach, and a women dressed in white was standing on it. She asked me to take her picture with Epcot in the background. Just as I snapped the picture, a large wave of turquoise water crashed over the beach, knocking her over. I walked up to a terraced patio, where there was a gathering of frat bro-looking guys, and a handful of women. As I stood there, another large wave crashed just short of the terrace. People got sprayed by water, and they were caught totally by surprise by the size of the wave.
Then a giant turquoise waved formed and was heading straight for the terrace. Many of the women braced themselves against the railings, while the guys just stood there. The wave crashed over the terrace, and washed away many of the men. But the women who had protected themselves were okay.
I suddenly felt an urgency to leave the beach and my friend, and head for home in Minnesota. And that's when the alarm went off.
In so many ways, this dreams feels symbolic yet obviously so. But it was so unlike any dream I've ever had. Enough so that I wanted to share here. Thanks for indulging me.
What a fabulously symbolic dream. So many words, colors, images available to absolutely anyone reading here.
I connected it to my multi-verses and am going to meditate on curvilinear and reflective copper (it feels important) and then these jumped out, of course--the crescent shaped beach (crescent or waning moon as part of a cycle ), the turquoise waves (a vibrant but softer shade of the blue wave) turquoise is the color of the high or dragon heart and is energetically above the green or rose pink heart chakra. It carries much higher vibrational energies and denotes the bravest frequencies for those of us who battle the dark energies.
I sense/predict a new blue wave of softer, but far more courageous, brave new energies and light-worker coming in today, (Nov.6, 2018) and in the future!
And of course goodbye all you washed up and away men 😉
Loved this dream and it's imagery. Please continue to share additional ones that resonate with you. 💜
Last Thursday I had another dream - and in this one the light was back. Lots of people were gathered in a large house (which was also my workplace of course because dreams are funny). My supervisor gave my co-educator and I a new change table that we had requested but it was much too big and it had a bed attached. The children were jumping all over it! Next door to the house was this dome- shaped building. It had been hidden for a long time, but it was finally open to the public. They were selling seeds that had been gathered long ago - rare and heirloom seeds. I was excited to buy some. And then I found myself climbing a wall to the second floor of the house - scaling the wall and using the molding as handholds and footholds. As I was climbing I was thinking to myself - that I should remember where the loose and unstable places are so I can tell other people. (I have been dreaming of darkness for so long that it was refreshing to have a positive dream. We can work with what we get. Things will be brought to light. Seeds for the future are being planted. And we will learn from our mistakes)
I woke up at 4:30 a.m. this morning to the “Sound of Silence” lyrics. I think somehow this has to do with the marches today.because the phrase that I heard repeating was:
“And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share”
Even though, I kept hearing “the sound of silence” repeating, too, I couldn’t remember all the lyrics and had to look them up:
“Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools, " said I, "You do not know
Silence, like a cancer, grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells, of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence”
It’s going to be a momentous day. Be safe and aware if you are marching. If you’re not able to participate in person, send your light and energy to those who represent.