The Dreamer

Who is the dreamer and who is the dreamed? Well, we are all the characters in our dreams, each character showing us a different facet of ourselves. We can think of these stories that unfold from our unconscious, while we sleep, to be fables, whether cautionary tales or inner guidance, that show us a depth and nuance to ourselves that we usually aren’t able to see during the day. So we receive guidance each night to make the next day more productive on our journey. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: So, in the next dream, I’m just moving around casually and I happen to run into a woman who thinks that maybe I should be introduced to more of the things in her world. 

So she introduces me and, so to speak, passes me along to another woman who is curious about the fact that I dream. I tell her the dream about driving a Volkswagen at level eight in the sky. And that I drop down to the fourth level, which is the heart level, and that I’m still being passed by trucks on the superhighway in the sky. 

And then I point out how the teacher indicated, and kept pointing out, that I need to just keep coming down. Somehow, this story endears her to me. In a touching way, she hugs me. And then I am then brought to her group, which is like a type of Sufi group, where in the group is another person, she has indicated, also dreams. 

I’d also mentioned to her that dreamers travel to other levels in order to see. So that was part of this dream, the importance of it is in going to other levels. So as I came into the group, or come before the group, I am suddenly observing a person that she mentioned, who is the dreamer of the group. She’s also told me that what he says can be a type of unbeknownst profoundness, or something. In other words, there’s something odd about him, you just can’t label him or put him down because he comes from somewhere, somehow. 

And so, as I’m listening to him, I see what she means. He talks and talks about things this way and that way, and that others seem to listen to him, but, deep down, it doesn’t do anything for me, or reach any kind of significant conclusion, or completion. Yet, for them, not knowing that there is meant to be something more, they go along with it because they don’t know what to make out of it. 

So when there is a lull in his diatribe, I ask him, have you had a dream lately? He brightens up as he tells me a dream. I’m assuming that no one else, including him, because it’s not being held by others properly and it therefore bars him a bit, is coming to grips with what this dream means. 

So, as I hear the dream, I actually am hearing this dream from a kind of quality of going still. And so the first thing I say, observing this to be a type of warning dream that he isn’t adhering to, I say, doesn’t that worry you? And then I say, if this were my dream, I would stop everything for a while and take heed. In other words, I’d quit talking, I wouldn’t do anything. I’d quit all the action. 

And, to my surprise, he hears that. So then I ask him to go over the first part of the dream. And then when I hear it again I mention to him that this part applies to the collective. He confirms and agrees. 

And then I leave and I go from this place to what’s kind of like a corridor. And, in this corridor, from up above it’s almost like flood conditions from above; it’s coming down. And this corridor is like a highway. It’s like a road, in other words, and this road turns and turns and turns. And it’s all lined in by a concrete wall. And down this road is this huge torrent of water, like a river of water. 

And so the car I’m in, that he’s driving, somehow is going up this. I can’t believe it because it’s such a force coming down, it’s like whitewater coming down, it’s driving in the face of this as if it’s a flood. And, at one point, it almost comes up over the front window, it’s splashing up so much in it’s wild rage. 

And when he gets to the top there’s like a little town up there, quiet little town, very quaint. And so there is this whole intensity, and no symptom of it either. It’s just a quaint little town at the top. And what I see happening there is kind of a curiosity for me. And this is exemplified by the fact that I come out of a building and there’s like the need to open and close the door to a pink car that is in the way, that, somehow or another, by opening and closing the door of this pink car it makes my movement, as I’ve come out of a building and am walking up a sidewalk, it somehow is part of that process of making that work better. 

And the dreamer who had driven me up here is behind me, just kind of following along, now like a type of shadow. And then the owner of this car seems to take insult that I would touch his car. He’s trying to get my attention, as if I shouldn’t have touched his car. But I’m in one of those states where I don’t even notice it. I don’t even notice him. I’m just walking along, I have no idea that he’s attempting to catch up with me, and, at one point, I’m told by this other dreamer that he was reaching out to grab my shoulder and just missed grabbing it. 

So, as I hear this, suddenly this guy shows up. To look at him, and for him to be concerned in the way he seems to be concerned, he has the look and the act of an idiot. And he makes no sense; what he is talking about I take to be kind of a non-issue event. No one makes a big deal out of something like that. I mean, nothing affected the car whatsoever. 

So I try to push him out of my way, as he is too close, and his nose – I must have touched his nose – and his nose nearly comes off. So I haven’t time for this weirdness from him. So I say to him, get the hell out of my face, or the next time I’m going to let you have it. 

So the meaning of the dream is, this dream is pointing out that I am not a person who is understood like I think. I need to stop, settle back, recognize that I am seen in kind of an anomaly way. That I need to denote what is going on around me, accept that I am accessing other levels that are overwhelming to others. And that I still have a ways to go before I am able to take in what is going on in a way that keeps my nose out of this, or that, because the other levels I am accessing aren’t there for others. 

The primary purpose of the dream is to teach me the principle of witnessing, and to get me to realize that feelings portray the personal self and not the underlying stillness. Everything sorts itself out when I witness from a stillness. To be acting out, or reacting, misses the memo from this deeper, underlying presence.

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