Gold Ottoman and Three Black Wildcats (Dream)

This was one of two powerful dreams I had last night. It’s personal, but for some reason I feel led to share it here:

12/18/2023
“Gold Ottoman and Three Black Wildcats”

Before going to sleep, I prayed for extra guidance through this intense astrological time between now and January 20th. I feel I have been following the guidance but asked for extra clarity if I’m somehow missing the message.

I don’t remember what led to this in the dream, but I was in some kind of opulent looking women’s restroom. It was well lit, and seemed to have a huge square ottoman with sparkling gold circles sewn all around the sides.

I sat on this square ottoman for a moment, and someone walked by with three black wildcat cubs on a three-part leash. They were beautiful and muscular and walked in unison. They weren’t house cats—much too big, and they had that wild energy.

An enormous black cat walked by after them, and this seemed to be the father. It was so tall that I could look up at its underside. Its legs were about eight feet tall, and it almost seemed to step over me. Because it was black, I still couldn’t tell what kind of wildcats these were.

As if on cue, another huge wildcat walked by. Again, I could see the underside of the cat from my seat, and this one was tawny yellow. I realized these cubs were black panthers. I was unclear if the black adult had shapeshifted to a yellow one in order to answer my question, or if this was a family, but I saw and knew for certain, these were black mountain lions. Someone handed me the three-part leash for the three black cubs.

END of that dream.

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Notes from my dream journal:

The first dream is similar to my “Seven Jaguars” dream from 2000 or 2001. That’s one of my all time most important shamanic dreams. I was on a city bus, and my friend Kirt handed me three spotted wildcats on a seven-part leash. I kept calling them cheetahs in the dream, and my friend Kirt would say, “Damn it, Laura, they’re not cheetahs!”

When I later told Wendy M. about the dream, she said, “Too bad they weren’t jaguars. That would be a VERY powerful dream.” I looked up images of spotted jaguars and realized they WERE seven jaguars, so, according to Wendy, that dream was a shamanic initiation.

The first dream last night featured another squaring the circle image—the square ottoman with little gold circles stitched into the sides. While sitting on this alchemical symbol, someone handed me three black wildcat cubs. I feel like the adults only appeared to give me context so that I knew for sure these were mountain lion cubs. The adult(s) were not given to me, but they showed how large and powerful these three black cubs would become.

This also feels like some kind of shamanic dream. From Diana’s site:
https://animalspirits.ascendingabovevibration.org/index1.html

Cougar/Mountain Lion/Puma’s Wisdom Includes:

Using leadership power wisely and without ego
Balancing power, intention, strength
Gaining self-confidence
Freedom from guilt
Cunning

“For the Zunis of Turtle Island (Southwest United States), Cougar was the Master Hunter, known for its high intelligence, its knowledge of other animal and life forms, its physical prowess, its strength of will, and its intuitive ability. Cougar sees the maintenance of its territory as essential for its survival. Poshaiankia, the father of the Medicine Societies, designated Cougar the duty of carrying messages from humans to the higher spirits, because of this animal’s personal power, superior knowledge, strength of will, and steadfastness. Therefore, Cougar represents the link between ourselves and the most powerful spirits in Zuni Mythology: Mother Earth, Father Sky, and the Originator of All.”

Surrender and Release Dream

I found this post I began back in 2019 and never finished. It was sitting around in WordPress drafts all this time, but for some reason it feels relevant to post today. Maybe it will speak to you, as well:

Surrender and Release

March 29, 2010 dream:

I had a cool dream this morning, which is why I was looking at my old dream journaling in the first place. Last night I asked for a prophetic dream … and I awoke this morning saying to Archangel Michael, “I don’t remember any dreams.”

He said, “Are you sure??”

Then I remembered one in which I was running around trying to get into a Krishna Das concert. It was sold out and I was trying ever so hard to get on a work list so I could attend. I kept getting bumped off the list. Every time I thought I was on it, they would take me off. I thought I might have to go to another city and was trying so hard to get on the list.

Someone said to me, “You’re off the list. Now don’t you feel better?”

I was thinking, “No, I don’t feel better. I feel crummy b/c not only am I not on the list but my manifestation skills are off. I can’t even manifest a freaking work position!”

Then someone from WillCall ran up to me and handed me a ticket. The reason they kept taking me off the work list was because I was on the guest list. Someone had prepaid for a ticket for me w/ very good seats. As I was remembering this dream, I heard in my head from St. Michael, “See, you don’t have to work at this. We’ve got your ticket. Your ticket is already reserved for you.”

This in connection with October 2009 dream about a gift received across the threshold … and a swarm of buzzing bees …

END of the 2019 draft.

No idea where I was going with this, but it kind of tracks with a timeline dream I had this morning. Many people are starting to notice the increasingly obvious timeline shifts. I’ve described the current timelines as a bowl of spaghetti noodles that someone keeps shaking. Different strands keep bumping into each other, and it feels impossible to determine exactly where anyone is at this moment. Very Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle times!

When faced with an apparent brick wall, consider the possibility that Life wants to offer you something much better than what you’ve intended. Perhaps an easier way exists, and you’re so used to working hard that you’ve forgotten to allow for Grace. EVERYTHING is in flux right now.

I just noticed that I published this at 11:11 a.m. 🙂

“Protection from Storms”~Dream

I’m not sure why I feel led to share this one. It had a collective component, but also a specific message for me. Perhaps it will speak to others, too. Once I post the Scorpio New Moon video, you’ll recognize some common elements, but I present it here without further interpretation.

UPDATE: I realized after the fact that it’s a cannon, not a horn in Mary Poppins, but in my dream the Mary Poppins reference was a horn. I wonder if that’s more of an emphasis on “announcement” than “attack.”

11/8/2023

“Protection from Storms”

Before falling asleep, I asked for clear guidance about ___. I dreamed I was (2:22 a.m. right now) temporally staying on the Carolina coast. I’m not sure if it was North or South Carolina, but it was far out on the coast and approaching hurricane season.

I stayed in a home that looked sort of like a Frank Lloyd Wright cantilever home. It had the different layers jutting far out, and the home stood on a narrow island or peninsula. It was way out there—beautiful most of the time, but very dangerous during hurricane season.

I was starting to get used to the strange habits of the other people, including the owners of this property. They had the energy of how in Mary Poppins, everyone needs to hurry around to accommodate the huge boom from the neighbors who blast the ship horn from their roof as though they lived on a big ship. This horn shakes the whole neighborhood, and all the women grab the dishes and other fragile items to stabilize them. 

In the movie, this is a known, expected event, and the people are so well practiced that they all jump into place at the countdown, then carry on with normal life. It happens over and over throughout the movie to the point of absurdity. That’s how this next situation was at the beach house.

My room had some kind of large wooden balcony that I could access from the room. Others had access to this same large balcony from their rooms, like we could all walk right outside to this shared space—a square balcony, maybe 100’x100’.

Way high above—almost too high to see, but we knew they were there—a three-layer set of huge umbrellas protected us from the sky. These were three distinct, joined layers of different heights, and each layer had multiple beach umbrellas, except much larger. They looked normal size from the balcony, but when you factored in how far away they were, these must have been enormous umbrellas.

Periodically, depending on the actual weather forecast, not just what the newscasters said, the umbrella system would change direction and location. This involved a loud, cranking contraption underneath the floorboards. I don’t know mechanics, but it was some kind of elliptical metal gear type thing that would be manually cranked by someone in anticipation of whatever storms could hit this house on the sea. 

The contraption was massive, and we never quite saw whoever cranked it. I saw the contraption, but I think that was using psychic skills to see through the floorboards. The contraption wasn’t visible to the naked eye, and it stretched under the entire top layer of the home. It was manually cranked, so whoever did this must have been hugely powerful. We never met one of the homeowners. We just heard about him and assumed he was the one so proactively turning the contraption.

The cranking noise was loud, and it made the house rumble and shake, but unlikely though it seemed, the house always survived any hurricane. Sometimes the weather was so high up that it didn’t make any sense in the house why the mechanism was being cranked, but then the three tiers of umbrellas would move from one side of the house to the other, covering a similar large, wooden balcony on the other side. 

We couldn’t see any reason for all this cranking noise and shaking, but since the house never had bad weather, we had to accept and assume that this contraption had some kind of purpose. Sometimes it seemed ridiculous to have all that fuss when nothing happened, but the fact that this house could be so far out on the sea and NEVER have storm damage or even really bad weather, made you accept the eccentricity.

This continued for many rounds until I was almost used to it, just like the women in Mary Poppins who jumped up to stabilize all the plates when the Captain was about to blow his horn. I started feeling like maybe we didn’t even need to worry about storms, because we never saw much of them due to the mechanism. Some rain would get in, but the umbrellas could also tip, so for the most part, we had clear weather all the time, despite all the rumbling and shaking.

Then one day, seemingly out of nowhere, a huge storm approached. This seemed bigger and darker and lower than the umbrellas could handle. We were told to go inside and wait it out. When the storm eventually passed, we exited the house on ground level. Looking around, a hurricane had very obviously passed through the area, but the house itself was untouched.

A neighboring tree had fallen over in the wind or gotten struck by lighting. The cause of the fall wasn’t clear, but this tree had a huge trunk and had fallen right by the house. Upon closer inspection, the tree “should” have destroyed the portion of the house where I stayed—my guest bedroom was in direct line of this tree, except the tree had miraculously just missed the house.

At first this seemed like, “Wow, what are the odds?” Upon even closer inspection, I could see that it wasn’t just the trunk that missed the house. All the branches of the tree that could have hit the house peeled back so that nothing even slightly scratched the house. It looked like a force field had repelled any part of the tree from harming the house at all. The branches contorted at odd, unnatural angles that prevented even the tiniest twigs from touching the house.

The tree would still need to be cleaned up, and this would be a large project. The trunk was enormous, and would need many cuts in order to haul it away. All those branches would need to be sawed off, too, and this process needed to be delicate since they were SO close to the house, especially all the windows that gave good views.

But the scene very clearly showed some kind of Divine or magical protection of the house, and in particular, my area of the house. By all normal events, this tree should have demolished the entire room where I had stayed during the storm. The tree was large enough to have taken down most of the house, but it “should” have been a direct hit on my room and by extension on me. 

Instead, the owners of the home would call an arborist. We might need to wait awhile since arborists were busy from all the downed trees everywhere, plus there were downed power lines and still many flooded areas. But our house, and in particular my room of the house, stood completely unscathed. 

Seeing how the branches peeled away from the house so as not to hit it, you could only marvel that some kind of supernatural event had occurred. There was nothing natural to account for those peeled away branches, even if you tried to convince yourself that the tree’s enormous trunk fell just right not to hit the house. I felt stunned, but the protection was way too obvious to deny.

END of dream journal.

Dream: “Aren’t You Wearing Your Glasses?”

I’m sharing this morning’s dream, as it seems to have a collective component, too:

8/22/2023
“Aren’t You Wearing Your Glasses?”

I awoke from this dream sometime in the middle of the night, not realizing it was a dream. I saw a pair of “Jerry Garcia” glasses—large, round lenses with thin, metal frames. They hung suspended in the air with one lens above the other.

The top lens was a magnifying glass facing one way, but looking through it the other way, I could see into the future. The bottom lens had a coiled red rattlesnake, and someone lit the tail on fire. This looked like a fuse, and at this point, I opened my eyes (in real life) and asked David, “Are you awake?”

He sounded kind of annoyed and said, “Yeeeesssss?”

I pushed him a little, surprised he was still in bed, because the rattlesnake fuse was some kind of alarm clock—like last snooze on the alarm. When he didn’t get up, I asked, “Aren’t you wearing your glasses?!”

He said, “Nooooooo,” at which point I said, “Oh. I think I’m dreaming.”

He said, “Ya think? Go back to sleep,” and I did.

END of dream journal.

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When I got up later I asked if he remembered me waking him up in the middle of the night, and he said, “You mean when you asked me if I was wearing my glasses? Nooo, I don’t typically wear those in bed when I sleep.” (He was amused, not annoyed.)

I wasn’t sure what I had said, but he confirmed that I had correctly remembered the dream. The coiled red rattlesnake in one lens and the magnifying glass one way/future remote view the other way through the other lens were both vivid. I just couldn’t remember what I said to him in the middle of the night.

I asked, “Aren’t you wearing your glasses?” in a surprised, almost shocked way, like, “Don’t you hear your alarm going off???!”

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Of note: We’ve been watching a Grateful Dead documentary, and throughout I’ve thought how Jerry Garcia’s glasses look quite similar to these round green ones I dreamed then found in “real life.” I described that dream and the subsequent real world validation here, including a photo of the frames at the bottom of that post.

It’s also odd that I just happened to be wearing (almost!) the exact same outfit in that photo of my new glasses and in my recent post about the energies. For some reason I put it on before feeling the energies that nudged me to snap the photo that clearly showed them.

When strange events cluster like this, I pay extra attention. This morning’s dream came after another super highly charged dream on Saturday–one that linked into many, many bizarre real world synchronicities that followed “dreams.” Something’s up. I have some ideas in my own life, but as I said, this also feels collective.

New Moon in Taurus ~ May 19, 2023

My May 2023 Forecast shares:

May 19 New Moon in Taurus, 11:53 a.m. Eastern US time. The Sabian Symbol for this New Moon is: “(TAURUS 29): TWO COBBLERS WORKING AT A TABLE. KEYNOTE: The two-fold character of man’s mature understanding.” On a personal note, this New Moon exactly conjuncts my Midheaven. On a collective note, we’re asked to cultivate a more nuanced and mature perspective. Beware of black or white thinking. The answer falls somewhere between extremes. We can integrate differences and cooperate for better overall results.

May 19, 2023, 11:53 a.m., Washington, D.C.

We’ve got the Sabian Symbol of TWO COBBLERS WORKING AT A TABLE. In Faery Lore, cobblers are code for shamanism and the ability to walk in two worlds. Nuts and bolts Saturn remains in dreamy Pisces, urging us to bring those dreams into reality. In addition, Neptune in Pisces closely sextiles the New Moon in Taurus, and this brings even more awareness of two worlds. The old world continues to dissolve, but the new world hasn’t quite materialized yet.

My video goes into more detail about collaborations, partnerships and potential romantic connections revealed or triggered by this New Moon. Since I’ve covered all that in the video, this written post will look at more of the geopolitical and general implications.

At the time of the New Moon, Venus loosely conjuncts the US natal Sun. Our values as a nation shift towards protecting home and family. We could see border issues intensify, especially with the massive T-square in effect among Jupiter in early Taurus, square Pluto in early Aquarius, with Mars completing the T-square from early Leo the very next day. This T-square is already in effect even with Mars in late Cancer at the exact New Moon. Mars often acts early, and he’s already in a tight orb of the T-square.

All of this combines with Venus conjunct the US natal Sun (love of home and the US identity as a nation), creating big (Jupiter) power struggles (Mars opposite Pluto). We’ve got a powder keg of intensity, and Mars lights the fuse. Fortunately, the influence of Saturn and Neptune in watery Pisces turns some of those explosions into duds. The earthy Taurus energy also puts out some flames. Even though Mars activates the T-square, in terms of the New Moon, he offers a supportive sextile. This implies that the God of War is also focused on action to manifest the new, dreamy future.

Change is coming–for sure–but it won’t be as volatile as it could have been in all Air and Fire signs.

This New Moon in Taurus quincunxes (150 degrees) the Galactic Center, turning that intense energy into labor pains. With Pluto involved, we’ve got death and rebirth. With the Galactic Center involved, we’ve got Cosmic Goddess energy birthing the new world into being. At the same time, asteroid Aphrodite conjuncts the Galactic Center, also quincunxing the New Moon. My video gets into the Venus aspects (both current and future) with the May 19th event, but Aphrodite is the Greek equivalent of Venus. Regardless of what seems to be happening, we’ll feel major undercurrents of love and beauty.

The New Moon closely conjuncts the Plutino Mors-Somnus. If that name reminds you of death and sleep, you’re not imagining things. Mors is a Roman God of Death, and Somnus is the Roman God of Sleep. We’ve got a connection of dreams, sleep and death. Mors-Somnus is a binary system, so again we find this idea of collaboration (like the cobblers). Partnership, collaboration and shared resources have been ongoing themes since April. The addition of Mors-Somnus increases both the Plutonian and Neptunian energies at the time of the New Moon. Things could feel extra deep and surreal at this time.

Asteroid Phaeton also conjuncts this May 19th New Moon in Taurus, and in mythology, Phaeton was the charioteer, as in “Chariots of the Gods.” In astrology, Phaeton is a bridge or “messenger of the gods.” It used to be a planet, which got destroyed and broke into asteroids. Pay attention to cosmic messages that come through, as the portals are wide open right now. As mentioned in my video, even though this is not an eclipse, it might feel like one due to the intensity. At the same time, this intensity receives an extra dose of the weird. Any losses could seem orchestrated or dreamlike. Power struggles could feel like fighting in two different realms.

We can expect increased awareness of both negative and positive potentials that bleed through from other realms. Follow your intuition and tend to your own vibration! It’s easy to slip between the cracks at this time. We have powerful potential for change, and so much of this change could be divinely inspired beauty, harmony and grace. But the battles for our attention and emotions rage on. Consciously choose where to focus your own energy. We can’t control larger forces, but we can influence things to receive “a glancing blow” or “a catapult forward” instead of getting clobbered.

I feel strongly that this time period connects with the Fall 2019 dream I shared towards the end of my April 5-6 Libra Full Moon video. In that dream, I overheard a conversation between my Aunt Gail and my sister Erica, discussing “special mandala shaped floors that tip to get everyone where they need to be in the event of an earthquake.” I overheard this conversation twice, and it directly related to the kinds of 5D relationships, partnerships and collaboration’s I keep seeing unfold in this ready-to-be-birthed reality.

In addition to all the other wild synchronicities and precognitive dreams pointing to this week as massively significant–hundreds of dreams about current times, with dozens of them pointing specifically to this week–my Aunt Gail (whose name means “gale” or “great wind”) just happened visit my sister (whose name means “supreme ruler”) for the first time in ages. For me, that’s another indicator that we’re rapidly approaching “go time.”

As Timothy Glenn and I discussed in our recent Pluto Rx + May 2023 Forecast video, we might see a series of lesser tremors instead of “The Big One” all at once. If so, count your blessings. The level of potential volatility this week gets buffered by Venus, the Galactic Center, and Taurus, Cancer and Pisces energies. Labor pains can be intense, but they’re also exciting. Something new is being birthed by all those “earthquakes.” Ride the shudders and waves. Sometimes painful events and hard labor release the greatest blessings.

“A Deep Cleanse” Dream

This morning’s dream seems collective, so I’ll share it here:

1/17/2023
“A Deep Cleanse”

I was in a large, multi-storied house with a large group of people. At first it seemed like some kind of huge society party, but then I realized something else was going on here. Periodically, smaller groups of people would disappear from the festivities, and they’d go upstairs where we could just see them from kind of a mezzanine level.

While on this level, just barely visible to us below, people underwent a deep cleaning procedure, so that everything became purified. This occurred while wearing clothes. Everything just got a full blast of cleaning in a really posh setting. Then the people would return to the lower level and others would go upstairs.

This wasn’t a one and done situation. People needed multiple cleanings throughout the length of the party. It was loud with hints of excitement. People seemed eager to go through the cleansing process each time, like they knew this was a requirement in order to receive something really worth having.

I don’t remember much else. The main things were this deep cleansing process for groups of people and their excited, anticipatory voices as they went through the process with each other. The dream had an invigorating feel to it, and I awoke well rested and relaxed.

END of dream journal.

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This feels like a collective dream and reminds me a little of the Gold Lamé Circle dream where groups of people left the circle and when they returned, they wore more and more gold lamé in their clothes until it reached their collars.

Instead of a golden circle, this dream featured a multistory building. Instead of turning into gold, people received a very deep cleansing, almost like every cell and every atom got squeezed and wrung out so that only the original and authentic imprints remained. Each cleansing process felt like a relief and the next step towards something wonderful.

I don’t have much to add, but it seems like an encouraging dream not just for me but for many people.

Gold Lame Circle Dream

This morning’s dream seems collective, so I’ll share it here:

1/5/2023
“Gold Lamé Circle”

I observed a large group of people arranging themselves in a circle. It’s hard to say just how many people were there—probably more than 20 and less than 50. The number varied because while most remained in the circle, at any given time, some people moved offscreen. When they returned, they would have a higher proportion of gold lamé on their clothing. The gold began at the feet, and it gradually, after several rounds of this for each person, reached up to their collars.

When I first awoke from this dream, for some reason, I thought it was just me processing whatever’s going on in Congress. There was a large group forming the circle, but smaller groups of maybe five or six at a time would leave and then return with a higher level of gold lamé moving up their clothing. I thought this represented backroom deals and bribes, like they negotiated things off scene and then returned to the circle enriched (metaphorically the shiny gold clothing).

I fell back asleep and seemed to dream this same thing again, and now I feel like the dream has more of a universal, symbolic meaning. The people were initially dressed in black and gray. Each one made multiple trips offscreen, while others held the circle in place. Gradually, this circle became more and more golden, as the gold lamé made its way further up their outfits. By the end, I noticed that everyone was covered in gold lamé up to their collars, and the collars were pointed like each person had rays of the sun around their neck. These were soft, not rigid, but each person’s golden collar formed a microcosm of the larger golden circle their bodies formed.

Their heads and faces remained in tones of a black and white movie—they had various tones of gray skin and black or gray hair. They were human, not ETs, and the collars had a Louis XIV feel to them. “The Sun King.” The overall progression of the dream felt like another “threshold” dream in the sense that I watched the gradual shift from grayscale to gold. I don’t know if the faces and hair would also turn to gold, or if they had finished their transformation. They were either done, or very close to done.

This echoed that series of dreams saying, “You are at the threshold,” or “This is the threshold,” or “You’ve crossed the threshold.” It wasn’t quite clear how far each needed to go, but in last night’s dream(s), the process took a long time and was either finished or nearly finished. It also reminded me of my 2001 dream about asparagus spears appearing around my head. People would pluck the spears and eat them, and then more spears/rays would grow back.

END of dream journal.

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A strange dream! Here’s an image of Louis XIV that kind of reflects what the clothing became in the dream, but super shiny. The heads and hats weren’t gold yet, but everything else on every other person was, by the end of my dream.

I shared the asparagus dream from 2001 in a 2010 post:

I looked up and saw a brilliant white light which shot down into my mouth. I ate it like food and asparagus stalks sprouted from my head. They surrounded my face like rays of the sun, and people would pluck and eat the spears. The light fed me and the spears continued to regenerate as people ate them.

(asparagus=sign of prosperity
circle, sun, spiritual food)

I can’t say exactly what each dream portends, but they seem like good signs. I will also add that I’ve noticed quite a few clients have suddenly reached the next phase of their long journeys. Whatever most important shifts I knew they would need to make in order to live the life they want to live–they have made, or are right at the threshold of making those shifts. The internal changes have occurred. The external shifts can now happen since they are ready to receive them. This also feels collective–like many of us have undergone long journeys, all synchronizing into the golden circle of my dream.

Dream: A Near Miss

I’m sharing this one because it feels collective rather than personal:

12/7/2022
“A Near Miss”

I dreamed more than I recall, but this part is vivid. I stood somewhere outside and saw two cars almost crash into each other. I didn’t know anyone in the vehicles, but watching the one almost barrel into the other still made me flinch and took awhile to shake off. The scene was one car coming way too fast from behind another car. If they hit, it would have been a total disaster, both cars destroyed.

The one car came so fast at the other car that this outcome seemed inevitable. I braced for impact, even though I was safe on the sidelines. Instead of hitting, somehow, the car from behind stopped with maybe 1 mm to spare, just as the front car moved forward. It took a few moments to realize that no fiery crash would occur. Not having the crash felt anticlimactic after all the stress of watching what seemed like a certain crash. When the crash did not occur, the anticipated jolt occurred inside myself.

I awoke briefly from this dream—enough to remember it—then fell back asleep. I don’t recall details, but I know I had two additional dreams with similar messages. I watched a scene that did not directly affect me, kind of like watching a movie, except more intense in that whatever I watched happened in “real” life (within the dream), and not too far away from me. In all cases, a crash or disaster seemed inevitable but at the last moment things moved just 1 mm out of the way.

Because of the tension while witnessing this seemingly inevitable crash, when it did not happen, my body still flinched at the moment of would-be impact. The near miss jolted me wide awake (within the dream). I looked around the world with new eyes.

END of dream journal.

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This seems like a collective dream in that I had zero to do with anyone in any of the scenarios. I just happened to be standing or walking nearby. I just happened to see something about to smash. By every rational consideration, this crash would occur except at the very last moment, some kind of miracle protected the participants by literally 1 mm. The precision of timing looked like an invisible angel or divine providence moved the front car along just in time for the back car to avoid hitting it, even though the back car was careening out of control.

In many ways, this is like my life changing 1998 car accident. I was stopped at a red light behind two other cars. The light turned green, but it took those cars a little while to start moving. The woman behind me drove fast, saw the green light, and must have realized much too late that my car had not yet begun to move. Mine was in neutral, ready to start driving. I heard her slam on the brakes, heard the crash. “Wow, someone really GOT it!” I awoke to honking horns realizing that someone was me.

Her car dipped down under mine because she slammed on the brakes. My black rubber bumper was streaked on the hood of her car, so in my case, the crash occurred. The miracle was my car being in neutral and her brakes dipping under my bumper, throwing my car forward instead of totally squishing me. The resulting traumatic brain injury gave me four years of total disability and a totally new career and life.

This morning’s dream had a MUCH bigger miracle. Watching the events, there was NO way to avoid a massive crash, but something intervened at the very last possible moment. The anticipation and intensity of would be impact jolted me as a spectator even though the cars were fine. Again this feels collective rather than personal.

“Elevation” Dream

I’m not sure what to make of this dream, but it seems collective so I’ll share it here:

11/18/2022
“Elevation”

This dream had something to do with Kari Lake, but I’m not sure what. She was in the dream, though, kind of narrating or explaining things.

There was a large area of all white scaffolding. I think it was metal, but painted white. Everything else seemed white, too, almost glowing. You needed permission to enter the scaffolding, and I walked in through a doorway. Not sure if I was really “in” the dream or just observing. People kept lying down on their backs on something like a surfboard that exactly fit their proportions. They lay on their backs and crossed their arms over their chests like mummies, but they were clothed and still alive.

You didn’t know who this would or wouldn’t happen to, but for some people, when they lay on their backs, the surfboard/coffin things would levitate and go up, up, up. They seemed to have fishing line strings on them to raise the boards with the people on them, but not everyone’s could be lifted. This part reminded me of the Egyptian myth of Ma’at and needing to have your heart the weight of a feather in order to pass the test. It also reminded me a little of old versions of the Judgment card in Tarot where people are rising out of their graves.

I met an older woman, and I commented to her how “graceful” she was. She was a little person, and I couldn’t tell if she had always been this petit or if she had shrunken with age. She wore bright colors, including a bright lipstick, and she smiled at me. I told her again how graceful she was, that she moved like a dancer. She smiled again, and it seemed certain that when she got on the board, hers would quickly rise. This wasn’t my neighbor Sue but kind of reminded me of her.

There was more to the dream, something about eating different types of food, but the main vision was all this white scaffolding, white floor, white partial walls, the almost invisible fishing line and the boards people would lie on with their arms crossed. I don’t know what happened if your board did not budge, but for the people whose boards did rise, it was a celebration. The ascension of the boards was called “elevation.”

END of dream journal.

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Additional notes from my personal analysis after I typed up the dream:

If it has to do with the Arizona election, then I don’t know what to make of it at all. … The surfboard/coffin things seem eerie. Was this about Ascension? The Rapture? Having a light heart like for Ma’at? I just looked up Ma’at because I don’t know much about Egyptian mythology, https://www.worldhistory.org/Ma’at/ :

Ma’at (pronounced may-et) is the ancient Egyptian goddess of truth, justice, harmony, and balance (a concept known as ma’at in Egyptian) who first appears during the period known as the Old Kingdom (c. 2613 – 2181 BCE) but no doubt existed in some form earlier. She is depicted in anthropomorphic form as a winged woman, often in profile with an ostrich feather on her head, or simply as a white ostrich feather. The feather of Ma’at was an integral part of the Weighing of the Heart of the Soul ceremony in the afterlife where the heart of the soul of the dead person was weighed in the scales of justice against the feather.

I feel like the graceful older woman may have had a feather in her hat, or some kind of feathery outfit. Maybe she was Ma’at. I was definitely enchanted by her. On the surface, she seemed just like a little old lady, but she had power and embodied grace. More from worldhistory.org:

Ma’at is said to have been born of the sun god Ra (Atum) at the beginning of creation through the power of Heka, who was magic personified. Her name means “that which is straight” implying order, justice, and harmony. She is thought to have been present from the beginning of time when, from the primordial waters of Nun, the ben-ben (first mound of dry land) rose with Atum (or Ra, the sun god) standing upon it in the presence of the invisible Heka. In the moment that Ra spoke the world into creation, Ma’at was born. Her spirit of harmony and balance infused the creation and caused the world to operate rationally according to purpose. The principle of ma’at was the operational function of life and that of heka (magic) the power source which allowed for it. It is for this reason that she is considered more of a concept than a goddess with a specific personality and story like Isis or Hathor.

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Anyway, just sharing here. It was an odd dream–the second one this week featuring some kind of behind the scenes all white setting. The other was this:

11/15/2022
“I Got a Gal”

There was way more to this dream that I forget. I was fighting for something behind the scenes—literally. It seemed more like an exhilarating fight than a stressful one, and I awoke feeling happy and relaxed because I had won whatever battle I fought behind the scenes. There were white panels, really nondescript, just plain [glowing] white panels that had been raised, but I kept seeing them just as they closed down to the floor. At one point, I managed to slide under a panel before it closed. That’s how I got behind the scenes to have whatever battle I had.

When I emerged, I knew I was victorious, and it didn’t feel like I just defeated some bad person but more like a difficult job really well done. I think I emerged the same way, by sliding under a white panel. In this case, the panel didn’t go all the way up but opened just enough for me to stop, drop and roll outta there.

Awoke with “I Got a Gal in Kalamazoo” playing in my head.

END of dream journal.

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Some details have personal meaning to me, but both dreams feel like they have some kind of collective component: a battle and a sorting “behind the scenes.” Both dreams felt multidimensional.

Real Life Jumpsuit Tower Jailbreak

I wrote this up for myself on Monday, after finishing the poem that began from three email subject lines on Easter Sunday. I had not planned to share this in a public way, but a client/friend/colleague emailed to share recent breakthroughs and that my San Quentin jailbreak dream had triggered her own powerful dream. She finished her message by saying, “[N]ow you can add “Mystical Quantum Dream Spawner” to your CV,😊

I told her I wasn’t surprised she had such big breakthroughs and then said:

Too cool about the San Quentin dream spawning another one for you. I feel like I liberated my creative writing self from that tower. Yesterday was WILD with synchronicities and the poem I posted today just poured out of me. I had several revisions, but all in all, it was a very quick effort. I haven’t written a poem since maybe 2017?! And before that it was 2009. There was a time when I wrote lots of poetry. 

BTW, I found the jumpsuit on Free People’s website — and ordered it — right before the initial poem lines arrived yesterday afternoon. I haven’t decided if I’ll write that up as its own post. It’s pretty funny. I realized I was dressed as Rosie the Riveter: “We can do it!” 

Then all these things unlocked.

LOL!!!

❤️ 

Laura

Her response convinced me to share the story in a more detailed way. It all happened as described, but much of it unfolds like a dream. (If you haven’t read the San Quentin dream or the follow-up, it won’t make any sense at all. One other note, per dream instructions earlier in the week, I did a three-day colon cleanse from Good Friday through Easter Sunday.) Here’s what I wrote for myself:

Before my TBI I was told to “quit my job, do spiritual work, become a landscaper and write poetry.” Perhaps I’m re-entering the poetry phase.

I now wonder if my Jailbreak dream was about freeing my creative writing self. I had a weird series of events right before I saw the three back to back emails. I got dressed in my “Rosie the Riveter” inspired jumpsuit and looked up a photo of that icon just to see if I was imagining things. It usually says, “We can do it!” but for some reason, I read it as “You can do it!” The only reason I wore the jumpsuit is because I thought I might try to find and order “the right Free People jumpsuit” that freed the woman imprisoned in the tower at San Quentin.

Before ordering a Free People jumpsuit, I thought I’d wear this cheaper one I already owned, just to make sure I liked the feel and look of it. I did, so I started scrolling through the Free People website and found a jumpsuit that seemed similar to the one in my dream. I then received notification that a different Free People package had been delivered. I had just gone outside to deal with recycling and spray deer repellent on my tulips, so I knew the package had only JUST arrived. When I picked it off the mat, the package was empty!

I didn’t expect anyone to be working at Free People on Easter Sunday, but I wanted to document this situation so they wouldn’t think someone just stole it while we were away for the weekend. It looked like the bag had not sealed properly in the first place, not like someone cut into the package. I tried to do an online chat and nothing worked. Then I noticed the fact that they supposedly man their phones 24 hours per day. I thought, “It’s a long shot, but maybe they have a few people working on Easter.” I called and got through pretty fast.

I expected an argument, so I had photos of the improperly sealed, empty package, but I didn’t need them. The woman noted that it had only JUST been delivered, and she took me at my word. She arranged to send out a new item, which shipped last night. What’s especially odd is that the item that slipped out of the package was a SAFARI VEST! I guess it went on its own, uncharted journey. Somehow, this seems significant, like it symbolizes my own detour from creative writing.

I just find it wild that I ordered a Free People jumpsuit that freed the woman in my Easter Sunday dream, and then I immediately got triggered to write the first poem I’ve done in years. I used to write a lot of poetry, but I’ve written maybe one poem (in 2017 or 2018 and I can’t find it) since I finished Schizandra and the Gates of Mu in July 2009. In addition to the poem arising, I feel like I made a huge breakthrough on [another novel] plot, which screeched to a halt when Tim died in December 2017. This cleanse has been really minor on the physical level, but it appears to be removing writer’s block.

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That’s the extended story. I don’t know why my dreams so often foresee clothing items or accessories that later show up in real life. Clothing is a powerful metaphor, though: identity, self-expression, creativity. Accessories, glasses — these also suggest other things. In part, I share these stories as demonstrations of how fluid reality becomes when we engage it in a playful, creative way.

I haven’t felt creatively blocked. I’ve painted lots of portals, designed a full permaculture haven, redecorated several homes, wrote guided journals and a LOT of blog posts. My intuitive and astrology readings are also highly creative acts. Yet my creative writing –in particular — has felt like it took a long detour.

In retrospect, I can see why. I’ve written several novels worth of material in the past four years. (Way beyond anything I’ve shared on this blog.) I needed to purge my own stories and bizarre details in order to do creative writing from a place that allows for full expression. No need to get hung up on what did or did not “really” happen. Having fully engaged my own life history and material, I won’t need to explore that through fiction and poetry. I can write what I’m meant to write, unclouded by a need to understand it through my own personal lens.

The creative process is non-linear. It varies from person to person, but some things coincide. I share my own unfolding to inspire others to relax but stick with it. To quote my Dream Guys: “In perfect love and perfect trust, perfect timing is a must.”