Lately I have been talking and thinking about dreams. They have the ability to mirror everything going on in the past, present and future. There are resources out there that will help you delve into what they mean. Or at least, perhaps, point in some direction.
People have told me that they have dreamed about me. Not my pixelated other self but me. One dream about me was fascinating and required some outside perspective by a woman with bruja roots. Let me explain, a woman I work with is Hispanic. She was the one who had the dream about me. Not that kind of dream silly! She has relatives still in Old Mexico who are tied to the essence of the place. Not on your toursit paths I would imagine. Focus big Focus!!
She is at a restaraunt with three of her friends. They are enjoying big mugs of traditional Mexican Hot Chocolate. You know with the cream and the cinnamon sprinkled liberally on the cream and the saucer itself? So they are at this restaraunt on a patio that is surrounded by large trees full of green leaves. The leaves are swaying in the breeze ever so gently.
I walk by. She knows who I am but its a tip of the toungue type of sceanrio. I don't look sad but am just strolling through the locale. As I continue to walk, I turn my head slightly to look at the people enjoying their mugs of hot chocolate. At this point, according to the recepient of the aforementioned dream I am encased in a box? of silver rain. I do not look alarmed and continue to walk on my way.....
I'm not sure if I want to hear about this one or not! Of course I jest, I've got to know. Any thoughts?
If I could have one dream come true it would be this: to be with my family at a summer house where our children were born. To be holding them all on a star filled night when the heaven seems to be a blanket of stars I could wrap us all in. I could enjoy their warmth and they in turn could enjoy mine. I would have my nose near my wifes beautiful hair and smell its soft, wonderful fragrance. She and I would hold each other tightly with our fab foursome so close to us that they are part of us. We would all smile at one another knowing that we had all truly come home....
I hope your dreams are of love and peace. I will dream of you in those terms...
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A call from Oaxaca this afternoon. Relayed to me by my friend Maria. Old Mexico with its pulsing Mayan/Aztec/Mestizo knowledge as timeless as the peaks that encircle Mexico City say: in tune with the greater whole, walking in the path of purity and justice, the box is a protective energy that will not let harm occur, the rain and its silver hue are cleansing agents from past troubles and problems, I will ultimately bask in a sense of forgiveness and grace...
WOW
I feel like the Bill Murray character in Caddy Shack, who was stiffed on a tip by the Dalia Lama after a round of golf, tells the caddies that the Dalia Lama, bestows upon him the following: one second before he passes into the next world he will be granted total consciousness of every human thought that has ever occured in human existence. he grins at the caddies and tells them, "So I got that going for me too."
wow Dave! that is beautiful! but... i have to tell you... i'm frightened your first thought after those amazing interpretations is of Caddy Shack! :) heehee
BigD..amazing..
Kim..LOL ! I thought so too..
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