Dreams of avalon

[PurpleLama]

Ok, I just woke up from a dream where I was coordinating a lot of people to bring different things for a big cookout/party. At the end of the dream I saw this huge mayan calendar on the wall, and saw it was almost "time for the cookout" as in I went and got my boots on to go fire up the grill for the guests were about to start arriving. Hmmmmm....

[pickle]

Great thread everyone, and whoever wants to have a go interperting this is welcome.

It's a dream that I had regularly as a kid, occasionally as a teenager, 30+ years later it's here again; about once a week during the last 8 - 10 months. It's hard to describe mainly because there's more 'feeling' in it than 'seeing'......

I'm in a room with people I know, but I don't know who they are - there is one that seems to talk (feels like instructions) more than the others. Everything is brilliant white, so much so that it's impossible to define anything - more like just knowing where the walls and the people are, without being able to see them. The room is endless in size, but it's tiny and cramped at the same size, I also walk around the room feeling the walls and wondering how it can be both huge and tiny at the same time - I look at where the people are and they're dots in the distance, and they are also right next to me (though I can't see up to their faces, or i don't look, not sure). I used to think I was seeing through the walls, but the more I had the dream, the less sense I could make of the huge and small - how they can be both huge and tiny at the same time, but this theme carries on...

The people are to the side and behind me (I think there are four of them, or four that are familiar, with others that aren't), the feeling of love is absolutely breathtaking, they tell me I have to do something and that it's important. I have to hold (or carry, not sure..) something that is both the largest thing and the smallest thing that exists, and it's also the heaviest thing and the lightest thing that exists. Huge feeling of confusion when I'm handed this thing, then awe at the size and weight of it - because it is all these things at once (heavy, light, large, small - and it swaps from tiny and heavy to tiny and light, and so on). I can feel this thing, but like everything else, it's so white I can't see it. And it's only now that I'm writing this that I think of how I feel with this - both terrified and happy at the same time.

Those in the room with me say I have to leave with this thing and that we will meet again, or they will see me whilst I'm away (not sure which). The dream always ends with me feeling very sad and homesick, and I know I should know who theose people are, but I've no idea - though again, writing this, I feel like they are my parents and grandparents, and my children too.

I've kept this as short as possible, though the dream feels like many hours go by.


Hope this made sense, and apologies for not trying to interpret others, I'm rubbish at my own! All opinions welcome ;-)

Peace,

Pickle

[PurpleLama]

I will relate a particular dream that was part of my own awakening ecperience. This dream occurred 11 or 12 years ago.

I wake up on a couch in an unfamiliar living room, in an apartment. I am fairly lucid, but I can't remember how I got there, and then I realize I do not even know who I am. I realize I have amnesia. I sit up, I am in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, my boots and leather jacket are on the floor next to the couch. As I start to tug on my boots an unfamiliar young woman with long red hair walks into the room. We talk for a while, and I understand that last night I had nowhere to go, and she let me stay, but she had to leave, presumably to work, and I couldn't stay while she wasn't home, but she would be back, later, and I was welcome to return, then. So, after a little while she's getting ready to go, so I put on my jacket and walk out the door.

the dream skips, and I am on Jefferson st. in my hometown, very near where playdo would be living several years later. I am walking south down jefferson and as I come into the "business" portion of the street there are lots of people milling around, mostly people I knew in high school. As I progress along the block this one particular girl I had art classes with came running up, calling my name over and over and gave me a big hug. At this point I remember "me" but I KNOW that that's not really *me*. In other words, being recognized as "purplelama" (in lieu of my real name) was not anamnesis, I knew who she was recognizing but I really knew this was not really me, that I was really something else that I had forgotten. It a very odd feeling, remembering your self with the certainty that that's not really you. Anyway, I proceed on down the road and the dream skips again.

I am back in the apartment complex from the beginning of the dream, all the buildings are very similar and I am uncertain which building the red headed girl belongs to. I find what I know to be the general vicinity of her building and I find a large hedge bush to get behind and rest against a building while I wait for her to arrive. It's a vantage where I can see who is coming and going and be semi-hidden at the same time. As I sit against the wall, I pull my knees up to rest my head, and I notice marks on my wrists, healing wounds of some sort, it wasn't until I was recalling the dream to someone several months later that it occurred to me that this was stigmata, and it very much was.

So I doze off for a little while, a very light sleep, until I hear the girl coming up the walkway to the next building over. She is talking to this really big guy who is with her. So I get up and walk over to them, meeting them as they come to the entrance to the apartment. I recognize this man as someone "purplelama" knew, and not just knew, this guy was one of my closest friends through my early to mid-teens. One of my best friends from years before who I'd lost contact with, but there is no recognition from him. I am a complete stranger to him. This is a surprising contrast to the girl from art class who recognized me earlier, and this is puzzling to me in the dream. Here is someone that "i" knew much better who does not know me at all. It re-enforces the fact that remembering who "purplelama" is came with the realization that "purplelama" is not at all who I *really* am.

So, we go inside the apartment. I go sit on the couch while the two of them sit at her glass top dining table where she has a very large bowl full of M&Ms. They talk and eat the candy for a while and I just sort of space out, not wanting to eavesdrop on their conversation too much. After a while they get up, she goes to the back of the apt. and he goes over to the entertainment center and turns on the tv and pulls out a video game console and turns it on. The start screen of the game shows something similar to virtua fighter, it's some kind of 3d-ish looking martial arts fighting game. I am looking at this as he unwinds the controllers and plugs them into the console, then he takes one of the controllers and offers it to me. At this point, anamnesis occurs, and I remember fully who I am, what I am, why I am here. The power of this realization is something I am at a complete loss to describe. My environment sort of goes into a freeze frame and everything gets brighter and brighter and brighter. With my newfound memory of my *true* identity, I teleport out of there!

I teleport into a place where there is sort of a clearing in a primeval forest, with a river running along one side of the clearing. There is a group of people, of a celtic genotype, all wearing sort of rough hand made garments all of the same brownish type material, there are about a dozen or so of them and they are holding hands in a circle and praying. I take the scene in from an aerial view, then I materialize in the center of the circle. When I appear there is much joy as they all are cheering and crying and rushing in toward me, and we are all laughing together, and they are much relieved. The reason they were praying was for someone to save them, they found out that this pair of beings was coming to destroy them and they were peaceful and had no means of defense. With my anamnesis I heard the call they were putting out so I have come to their defense.

coming along the river are their malefactors, they appear to be a cross between a ninja and a power ranger. They are brightly garbed, one red and one blue, their form fitting garments cover them completely except for a rectangle around the eyes, their skin is similar in color and texture to a toad or lizard, a brownish gray that's a little more bumpy than scaley, and the eyes are a solid amber gold color with verticle slitted pupils. From the point where I see them, I am closing the gap between us and I meet them more than halfway between them and the people. As the distance gets to about 20 or 30 yards (or meters) I am filled and surrounded with brilliant white light. I take a flying leap toward them, and they in turn leap into the air as well and the fight ensues up off the ground. If you've ever seen DragonballZ then you get the picture. The whole fight seems a blur to my memory, it's all happening very, very fast. I defeat them, and they vanish, and I am floating back to the ground, to the group of people who are now jubilant and cheering, praising not me, but God. I alight into the joyful group, and I'm standing there for just a moment before the light that filled me ebbs away, and I collapse to the ground. I vanquished the enemies, but I myself have been mortally wounded in the process. With the egress of the divine power I fall to the ground and die, filled with gratitude for the power that saved these people. I leave the body there with the people as I float above them, and I am wishing them well as I continue to go up and up and up. And that's it.

[Fred Steeves]

Well, I had a "dream" a couple of nights ago that I was approached by a woman in some non-distinct place, other than that the light was very dim, almost like a candlelight supper. I knew she looked familiar, but couldn't make out her face until she came to a stop right in front of me. She was my grandmother, who had succomed to cancer back in the mid 90's while I was in the navy and out to sea for 6 months, so I never had the chance to see her in her final days, or go to her funeral. Gram was just simply gone when I got back for some leave time.

Anyway, the gram I was face to face with now was a beautiful young woman, maybe 35 years old, and just beaming with love. We embraced in a hug, then she held me out at arm's length, told me psychically "just LOOK at how well you're doing!" With that, she gave me the biggest kiss on the cheek you can imagine, and it was over.

I don't reckon that one needs much interpreting...

Cheers,
Fred

[pickle]

Posted by Fred S. (here)
................... reckon that one needs much interpreting...

Cheers,
Fred

Wow, beautiful dream Fred. I find it fascinating how we dream about (or are visited by...) loved ones that change age to a time when they seemed to be at their best.


On a similar theme (but not so cheerful I'm afraid) my Mum told me about a dream she had a few nights ago. She dreamt she was staring at a door, when it opened the light was really bright, and her Mum (who died 7 years ago) started walking towards her. She said she shouted "NO!" and immediately woke up. The reason it upset her so much is that a few weeks ago my Mum was diagnosed with very advanced cancer, so this type of dream gets to her more than usual.


Peace,

Pickle

[pickle]

Hi PurpleLama,
My thought was of a combination between a 'walk in' and an OBE...

And I hope you don't mind me asking, but reading through it I couldn't get *'The Boy With the Moon and Star on His Head' out of my mind - does this mean anything to you? [*It's an old song from Cat Stevens]. I could be losing the plot of course!

Peace,

Pickle

[PurpleLama]

Posted by pickle (here)
Hi PurpleLama,
My thought was of a combination between a 'walk in' and an OBE...

And I hope you don't mind me asking, but reading through it I couldn't get *'The Boy With the Moon and Star on His Head' out of my mind - does this mean anything to you? [*It's an old song from Cat Stevens]. I could be losing the plot of course!

Peace,

Pickle

I am not a fan of Cat Stevens, so I am unfamiliar with the song, but I shall check it out asap. Thanks.

[PurpleLama]

Well, well, Mr. Pickle, I guess it was your turn to give me something more meaningful than you know.

wow. Just wow.

"and LOVE was all he said"

[PurpleLama]

Ok, I left out a detail in the "cookout" dream. It was a bedroom where I went to find my boots to put them on. There was a figure on the bed who had rolled themselves up head to toe in a white sheet, who was asleep. As I was putting on my boots the figure was beginning to stir, and I knew they would be waking up for the party.

And of course, playdo texts me yesterday to wish me a happy beginning of the sixth day of the universal cycle of the mayan calendar according to calleman. Too damn funny.

[pickle]

Posted by PurpleLama (here)
Well, well, Mr. Pickle, I guess it was your turn to give me something more meaningful than you know.

wow. Just wow.

"and LOVE was all he said"

Hehe, I'll trust my goosebumps more often then! I'm now sat trying to work but with a head full of interconnectedness - the message you sent the other day about my dream is making even more sense. Thank you my friend.

[PurpleLama]

Dude, *ALWAYS* trust the goosebumps!

[PurpleLama]

I have another one for you guys, full of warm fuzzies for my friend FredS.

http://youtu.be/b15F-_3bdj0

ok, so this one starts off with Sweet Georgia Brown as performed by Brother Bones and His Shadows. The music is playing and it is very, very dark, except for the spotlight that's on me as I am dancing down the sidewalk. I can only see about a three foot radius around me and the rest is pitch black. I am in a old style zoot suit with a fedora and cane and as the music is playing I am spinning and tapping and twirling and strutting jusd dancing my little heart out as I am making my way down the sidewalk. I can't see a bit where I am going but I have not a care in the world. I can't begin to say how joyful I feel as I am strutting and sancing along. That's it for the first part.

Ok, the dream skips and I am deep inside a cave and there is a figure huched over sitting on a rock wearing a sarapa (sic) and a huge floppy sombrero. The figure is playing an ocarina of some sort, and it isn't sweet georgia brown being played but it harmonizes with it somehow. It's like I'm hearing two songs that are in perfect harmony and counterpoint.

the dream skips and now I am back in first person perspective, I am floating in an infinite space of golden light. I put my hands before me, and my hands are very, very *blue*. My arms have adornments of flowers that appear to be made of gemstones they are so beautiful. In one hand I am holding a flute and I begin playing a tune that is still going along with sweet georgia brown but possesses an unearthly beauty so impossible to describe. When I start to play the light below me begins to coalesce and slow upwards, turning pink as it gains coherence and in front of me it flows into a circular shape. It continues to flow into the circle that is a living mandala pulsing along with the music, organic yet geometric, all blues and indigos and violets. The vibrance of color and shape becomes more and more intense as the song continues. I awake with the feeling of having had a very, very special dream. I have lots of ideas of what the interpretation could be but the meaning remains elusive, until about a month or so later....

we had conceived!

[Fred Steeves]

Wow PurpleLama, that's beautiful man, thanks for that. Really!!!

Cheers,
Fred

[Anno]

I had a dream that I met Jordan Maxwell. When he shook my hand he pressed really really hard on one of my knuckles and gave me a "You know, right?" look.

Meaning is pretty obvious but wtf? It was one of those very brief, 'one scene' dreams. I dunno where it came from, I haven't watched his vids in years.

[Fred Steeves]

Posted by Anno (here)
I had a dream that I met Jordan Maxwell. When he shook my hand he pressed really really hard on one of my knuckles and gave me a "You know, right?" look.

Meaning is pretty obvious but wtf? It was one of those very brief, 'one scene' dreams. I dunno where it came from, I haven't watched his vids in years.

Hi Anno, I had a very odd dream about Jordan Maxwell a ways back. I happened to write it down, so here it is:

Jordan Maxwell was visiting from California and hanging out for a while. At one point he had his cell phone out looking through his contacts. I happened to walk behind him just then and glance at the phone screen, and of the three contacts visible, Atticus was the top one.

A few minutes later I decided to ask him about it, but before I could he had stripped down to his skivvies and was wading out in the middle of a lake. What a sight!

Right at that point 2 baby porpoise and a sting ray came swimming up in very shallow water and I was yelling at him to come quick and see.

Cheers,
Fred

[Anno]

Posted by Fred S. (here)
[...]At one point he had his cell phone out looking through his contacts. I happened to walk behind him just then and glance at the phone screen, and of the three contacts visible, Atticus was the top one.[...]

Maybe it's our subconscious making connections? Although someone in the other dream thread say these things really happened on the 'astral' or whatever level. The going in to the water in his underwear (I thank god I didn't experience that image) is very interesting. Lakes and Water are the realm of the spirits and he claims to be in touch with it all. Seeing him in his underwear could mean you're seeing that in his true state rather than the 'Star' persona he has within the Alt community?

[PurpleLama]

Ok, this is what I'm getting, FWIW. Feel free to take me with a grain of salt, as always. I tried replying to anno's post a few times and the dang phone froze up so here we go to the edit screen so we can get this out.

for anno I am seeing this one as a conscious overlay of an extradimensional or ET interaction. It seems the higher ups are getting your attention. The face was chosen to get your attention so you would remember. This loosely ties in to the "fate" dream as well, and you are being reminded you *do* have a higher soul purpose, here. I'm getting off the topic of this dream, but I would like to let you know that I was shown a lot with your spider dream and what I saw leads me to expect great things from you someday. I believe in you, and I think it's important that we show faith in each other just as much as it's important that we have faith in ourselves. As always, take it as you will.

[ulli]

Posted by Fred S. (here)

Posted by Anno (here)
I had a dream that I met Jordan Maxwell. When he shook my hand he pressed really really hard on one of my knuckles and gave me a "You know, right?" look.

Meaning is pretty obvious but wtf? It was one of those very brief, 'one scene' dreams. I dunno where it came from, I haven't watched his vids in years.

Hi Anno, I had a very odd dream about Jordan Maxwell a ways back. I happened to write it down, so here it is:

Jordan Maxwell was visiting from California and hanging out for a while. At one point he had his cell phone out looking through his contacts. I happened to walk behind him just then and glance at the phone screen, and of the three contacts visible, Atticus was the top one.

A few minutes later I decided to ask him about it, but before I could he had stripped down to his skivvies and was wading out in the middle of a lake. What a sight!

Right at that point 2 baby porpoise and a sting ray came swimming up in very shallow water and I was yelling at him to come quick and see.

Cheers,
Fred

Fred, don't forget the excercise....
This dream is perfect for it.
Avalon is the lake, but you are also that lake.
Shallow enough for wading, hmmmmm....
You are Jordan Maxwell, you are two baby porpoises, and you also are Atticus and that stingray.
Yay!!!! I KNEW it!!!

[Fred Steeves]

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by Fred S. (here)

Posted by Anno (here)
I had a dream that I met Jordan Maxwell. When he shook my hand he pressed really really hard on one of my knuckles and gave me a "You know, right?" look.

Meaning is pretty obvious but wtf? It was one of those very brief, 'one scene' dreams. I dunno where it came from, I haven't watched his vids in years.

Hi Anno, I had a very odd dream about Jordan Maxwell a ways back. I happened to write it down, so here it is:

Jordan Maxwell was visiting from California and hanging out for a while. At one point he had his cell phone out looking through his contacts. I happened to walk behind him just then and glance at the phone screen, and of the three contacts visible, Atticus was the top one.

A few minutes later I decided to ask him about it, but before I could he had stripped down to his skivvies and was wading out in the middle of a lake. What a sight!

Right at that point 2 baby porpoise and a sting ray came swimming up in very shallow water and I was yelling at him to come quick and see.

Cheers,
Fred

Fred, don't forget the excercise....
This dream is perfect for it.
Avalon is the lake, but you are also that lake.
Shallow enough for wading, hmmmmm....
You are Jordan Maxwell, you are two baby porpoises, and you also are Atticus and that stingray.
Yay!!!! I KNEW it!!!

Hey ulli, you are a trip! Thanks for the reminder. Please don't ever change...

Love Ya,
Fred

[ulli]

Posted by Fred S. (here)

Posted by ulli (here)
Fred, don't forget the excercise....
This dream is perfect for it.
Avalon is the lake, but you are also that lake.
Shallow enough for wading, hmmmmm....
You are Jordan Maxwell, you are two baby porpoises, and you also are Atticus and that stingray.
Yay!!!! I KNEW it!!!

Hey ulli, you are a trip! Thanks for the reminder. Please don't ever change...

Love Ya,
Fred

So you think I'm a trip?

I'm a trip, I'm a trip, I'm a trip....
That reminds me, I dreamt of luggage last night....