Dreams

I love dreams and their hidden language. Sometimes there is more to a dream and they become something else. They become powerful, magical memories. These are power dreams and typically hold a wealth of information, joy and beauty. In the past few days I have had two. After holding them for awhile I listened to my intuition and decided to share the latest one here.

It occurred a few nights ago. Most of it is hazy and slipshod in its imagery. However, here is the gist.

I am standing and watching a scene being filmed for a show. The actors are in front of me and I am slightly behind the production cameras. I am a “guest” on the set. There are two male actor/characters in the scene. One is Dr. Who played by Jon Pertwee. The other I do not remember clearly but it might have been Nathan Fillion.   (What’s odd about this is though I am a Dr. Who fan I have no particular connection to the 3rd Doctor.  I don’t think I’ve even watched any of the episodes he is in!  On the other hand, my wife often lovingly remarks that with me, due to my humor and way of presenting myself, she has her very own Nathan Fillion.  I take it as a compliment…)

One thing that can make me giddy with joy is watching two actors fire lines with accurate precision and complexity. Think of scenes like in Sherlock or a Tarantino movie. This is what was playing itself in front of me, an amazing acting scene between a fast talking Timelord and another character. I was getting to see it first hand and, in the dream, I am delighted.

pertwee

The scene finishes and there is applause from those on set. Everyone knows they have seen something special and the actors are happy as well. Pertwee, not breaking character as Dr Who, calls me over as if he knows me and we shake hands. He hugs me and it is like I am being hugged by a long lost brother. It is a wonderful feeling. He claps me on the back and asks my wife and I to walk with him. We, of course, agree.  I remember I felt incredibly happy.

The dream shifts and we are walking outside in what might be London or maybe a nice apartment neighborhood in New York or Chicago.   It is a peaceful and friendly stroll.  The buildings have a old world brick and fieldstone look to them.  I can’t help but think of a typical sidewalk from “A Christmas Carol.”  Pertwee, as the doctor, is still dressed as he should be, in a suit, ruffles and a fancy cape.  There are some trees along the sidewalk and occasionally flowers that have dried and gone to seed.  A light dusting of snow is here and there.   He is talking to me about something and all I remember, of course, is that it was important and, of course, I cannot remember much else of it after I awoke.

But, with crystalline clarity, I remember how it ended.

seedpodsHe stops at a patch of dried flowers and becomes very excited.  “Oh!  Here!  Here!  This is what I was looking for.”  He kneels down and collects the dried seed pods of some columbine flowers.  He turns to me with a healthy smile and says, “Here, lad, these are for you!  They’re very special and you must take care of them!”

He takes my hand and places the brown, crunchy pods in my palm.  I can also see a few tiny black seeds drop from the pods and sit on my skin.  He closes my fingers around them, squeezes my hand tighter and then pats it, “Very special.  Hang on to them!  You’ll need these.”  He is so excited, I start to laugh and I say, “Ok, ok, I got it.”  He pats me again on the shoulder and we continue walking.

There is something about this that causes me to begin to wake up.  The dream begins to fade and he turns and says, “Oh, I thought that might happen.  Well, take care!  Remember, hang on to them!”

I wake up lying on my side.  I am rested and smiling.  I feel wonderful, childlike.  My hand that was holding the seed pods, my right one, is clenched into a fist and hanging a bit out over the edge of the bed.  In the dark I look at my hand and, for a moment, believe that if I open my hand those seed pods will fall out.  I don’t want to wake up because I don’t want to be disappointed!   I keep my hand closed and as I wake up the feeling of something being in my hand fades.  Regardless, I do not open my hand!

Something deep down tells me that I cannot discount this dream or the dream items still in my hand.  Even though I cannot feel them they are still there.   I stumble downstairs and sit in a chair to think about the dream.  I continue to feel wonderful, like it’s a special day, a holiday.  It’s a childlike feeling of wonder and magic.  But, what am I to do with these invisible seed pods?  I need to place them somewhere, store them somewhere until they can be planted.  But where?

Then, it hits me.  I lift my closed hand up and place it over my heart.  I open my hand slowly and press it to my heart chakra.  My heart.  I can store them in my heart and they will be safe.  I will always know where they are and I will always be able to remember the dream, the character who gave them to me and the feeling.  It takes only a few moments but I feel them flow into my heart chakra and in my mind’s eye I see them sitting on a glowing shelf.

Presently, I can still feel them there.  I am, as of yet, unsure what to do with them except to hold them and to use them to remember the dream and how I felt when I woke.  So far, it has been working.

I’ve been thinking back over the imagery and the symbolism of the dream.  I am quite sure I encountered someone there that decided to take the form, for whatever reason, of Dr. Who.  It was a powerful presence, like meeting Santa Claus or Gandalf.  My first guess is that it was my Higher Self.  My current plan is to go into some creative visualizations, some dream time and to see if I can reconnect with him.

Perhaps he can tell me more about the flowers and what I will need them for?

Or…

Perhaps I am to discover that on my own?

 

 

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About Rustus

I've been working with the metaphysical for several decades now. With divination, dowsing and my intuition, I've found a deep and peaceful connection with Nature, it's spirits and with something far bigger than myself. View all posts by Rustus

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