This is your forum to share higher-level experiences in Cosolargy through the images of your dreams and visions. All postings are anonymous. Send in verbal descriptions and, if you have them, drawings or paintings. Be sure to include how you felt in and after the dream. Carl Jung noted that dreams that include strong affect (feeling energy) tend to be archetypal and important for the dreamer.
The primary value in these postings is simply to allow others to see that people do have relevant or meaningful dreams and visions. Another value is to see whether others find that the dreams and visions we post are similar or identical to their own. This is why we ask for your comments.
Dreams are communications from the unconscious mind and sometimes the higher self. Some are simply compensation for attention directed elsewhere during the day; some are indications of bodily processes, and some help us work through conflicts. Occasionally, they communicate information from higher realms and thus have more than individual value.
As Cosolargists, we are learning to navigate higher realms. Dreams are part of these higher realms. The Worlds of Light, the realm of spirit, sometimes breaks through to the psyche and gives us information. What breaks through deserves our attention and analysis. In this section of the Community Communiqué, we offer Community members a forum for sharing their dreams and visions for the edification of the Community and themselves.
Dream No. 1
“More than a handful of times, I’ve had dreams that include ‘Twin Suns.’ Sunrises and sunsets. Would anyone know whether this is a commonplace dream? Or, have any other Communiqué readers had ‘Twin Sun’ dreams and might know what they mean? Or what waking-life events occurred before or after your dream? Thanks!”
Dream No. 2
“There were a pair of giant mice in my dream. These were rather large, a foot high and maybe three feet in length with their tails. The pair of mice were not aware of me until I batted one on the side of its head. ‘That was sort of exhilarating,’ I thought to myself and popped it again with a left hook on the other side of its head. ‘Criminy! This is really fun! Let’s throw a few jab combination at the other monstro-mouse.’ Bam! Bam! Boom! ‘This is so easy. Never thought I had such skills. Let’s try sweeping “THAT ONE” with an open right.’ Bullseye! ‘Wow, those critters slide around pretty easily.’ Then I awoke to find, for the first time ever, my cat of two years sleeping next to me.”
Dream No. 3
“I am lying in bed, face up and with no covers on. Suddenly, the ceiling diffuses and gives way to a pitch-black vault. Quickly, it became the only presence. The silence was soft. The emptiness, gentle. Motion was absent. There was no ebb or flow.
“This scene stood fast for quite some time. Then, somehow from underneath, a tiny spark gave breath and began to ascend the vault. As it trailed along the dome, kindred sparks appeared on both sides of my peripheral vision and began their ascents. The sparse parade of little stars, one by one, gathered at the zenith.
“They all turned around each other, as if trying to assemble in their proper places. This propulsive dance fed their brilliance. A tiny galaxy was forming.
“This hovering constellation took on intelligence, or rather it had an urge. It was animated. Intent. Satisfied or self-approved. And at this very point, or moment, the small stars collapsed in on themselves and began to rain from the center of the dome top like snowflakes in a windless air. Suddenly the shower of stars took on momentum and velocity with their descent and hurled themselves into my chest, then dispersing in a flower-like fashion. My eyes opened. I was still lying in bed, face up, and no covers.
“Even still today it perplexes me that the tone of the dream was difficult to discern from a waking state.”
Dream No. 4
“All things considered I don’t know whether I would call it a dream. This is, however, my most memorable waking/nodding-off thing. It was a delirium I guess. I don’t name it. [Experiences while falling asleep are called hypnogogic events; and those while awakening, hypnopompic. They can seem more real than a typical dream—ed.]
“It was about 1975, after Convocation, and I was taking antibiotics. On the way home on the plane I became ill enough that the staff at the airport put me in a wheelchair and wheeled me to my friend’s car to go home.
“I should have gone to the hospital but I had not the wits to ask her to take me there, so home I went and fell into bed. I turned off the light and went to sleep—or so I thought. Then things began happening.
“I became aware of something going on in the corner of the bedroom up by the ceiling. There was a hole that went through to another reality there, and a reptile was looking at me with a cold eye. The look was of an alligator’s eye with a vertical pupil. Not friendly. All I wanted to do was sleep. After that came dusty images of things that should have been in a museum—taxidermy animals and people. The one I best remember is a cowboy on a horse in a jumping pose. What these all had to do with anything was a mystery to me. I turned the light on by the bed and I couldn’t see them anymore. What a relief since I was so, sooo tired. I turned off the light, and there was the reptile eye again. Creepy.
“Then came the party. Yes, with costumes, music, and dancing. I was surrounded by numerous figures who wanted me to dance for them. No faces on these guys, but they had wonderful, colorful robes from the top of their heads to the floor. Very unusual even for Halloween costumes. I decided I would never have people like this over to the house for tea so I refused to do what they wanted. I turned away from them and was facing a line of figures in robes again. What will I do? I’m surrounded! But I had resources. I reached into my pocket for the Community Cross I had there and I stuck it on my forehead. One look in their direction and the last group vanished, leaving their robes on the floor. All gone. I could sleep safely after that.
“That is it. Whatever you call it. With the antidepressants I’m on these days I don’t dream much, but I remember this one in great detail. What was extraordinary about it was the clear detail of all the textures and colors. I have kept the Community Cross on the wall wherever I sleep ever since.”
Dream No. 5
“I dreamt I was doing services at one of the churches at the North Sanctuary. There were four of us total. One person was standing in front of the table. I was behind the table, with a person on either side of me. We were all wearing blue vestments. As the sun came up over the horizon it changed form and became a white dove. I felt a presence touching my heart center and was so overcome that I fell to my knees. After I recovered, the person next to me said he saw different types of spheres superimposed over the sun. When I awoke I felt exhilarated like a teenager.”
