I am in what feels like a craft store. I am at a computer on a counter trying out new software. I think my sister, J. is at another computer in the store. There is a middle-aged man behind the counter to my right. I am trying to do something - I think I want to engrave something. I ask how to do it. A woman is walking around the store and she says, "You might be interested in taking a class this evening." I ask her how much it is. She says, "Fifty-two dollars." I say, "I'm pretty sure I can figure it out myself."
I am traveling for business to somewhere in Europe. At the custom, they check and they flag my iPad. They say that there is something about iPad 2 and they cannot allow it in the country. I get it, but I am upset. This is the first time I am traveling with just an iPad and not a notebook. Without it, I cannot get my job done.
I believe I am at a conference with my partner. We are introducing ourselves to a man. My partner shakes his hand and the man introduces himself as "Jack Kornfield". I did not recall this dream until last night when I was viewing my One Spirit Book Club selections and came across a book by Jack Kornfield -- which, I, of course, purchased.
I am sitting on a couch. K. is to my right and one or more of my C. cousins are sitting across from me. There is a Christmas tree and Christmas decorations hanging on the walls. We are all talking. Time seems to pass and I find myself in the same place, the same conversation is occurring, I am experiencing déjà vu. I sense that I am about to hear something bad, or that something bad is about to happen. I tell myself that I must be dreaming. I tell them this isn't real, that I am dreaming. I tell myself, "Wake up, wake up. You're dreaming. Somebody, please wake me up. Somebody. Please. Wake me up." That dream ends, but I am not awake and I am no longer aware that I am dreaming. I continue on in this other dream, which I do not remember, but it is a while before I actually wake up.
I am in a house that I sense has something to do with ARE. B. [my partner] is at the open front door. I see M.F. [a family friend] walking up the front steps. She looks up and is surprised to see B. She's even more surprised when she sees me. She hugs me and says, "I didn't know you were into Edgar Cayce!" I look outside. There is a group of people, wandering around. I sense that they have all just arrived on a bus. I see my Aunt M. I am in a "parlor" with several men who are singing a capella, "My Wild Irish Rose". Someone says we should have music. My sister D. motions to me to look in the cabinet behind me, and I know that she's telling me that the 8 track cassettes should be in there. But they aren't. I look through other cabinets, but can't find any music. I am in a bathroom, my brother E. is there, but I can't remember what was going on. I am back in the parlor. M. comes in and hugs me and hugs me. She hugs me tighter and tighter like she'll never hug me again.
I am visiting a good friend of mine, who has been through a lot the last couple of years. but now things have changed. They are both happy and we are having an upbeat conversation. He is telling me that he has changed his name (last name) to Mafhash. He hands me a business card with a logo in Farsi that says Mafhash. I cannot tell whether the name change is the cause or the effect of the recovery, but it makes perfect sense. They are planning a leisure trip to the Caribbean. They are wondering between two islands and they settle on Cuba. They are asking me to go with them. I am tempted to go, but I have not planned for the long stay. I am very happy that it is over and they are happy. We talk more about the travel.
I am with H.R and J.R. [a couple from ARE]. I am in their kitchen, trying to give them Euros for something. S.S. [another friend from ARE] is in the garage giving my partner directions to get us back home. I come in and tell them not to worry because I have my GPS.
This is the most impressive of a group of dreams that I had that included sea turtles. I was with my brother at my grandfather's sea house that is perched on cliffs over the Mediterranean north of Barcelona. I was looking from the terrace down to the large cove at some Zodiac rubber boats. They seemed scientific exploration teams... I told my brother lets go down to see what is going on,, i had a feeling that something quite impressive was taking place or about to take place. We got into the water with goggles and swam towards the group of Zodiacs. They were staying at the periphery of something.. somehow I knew that It was related to some lunar event. I'm not sure if it was getting dark or it it was already night. The water in the cove seemed to start circling like a whirlpool, my brother became separated from me but was in the proximity of the Zodiacs that stayed outside of the Perimeter of the water activity. I dived and felt very safe and comfortable during the whole experience. The water was deep blue and the circling was getting more and more intense.. I was surfacing to take air and also check were my brother was... What I then witnessed was extremely powerful and mystical; I saw thousands and probably millions of sea turtles that were coming out of a large dark opening from the rock under the cliff. The turtles were circling clockwise; there were hundreds of thousands of turtles..They were creating like a current of Turtles and of water that was also the reason for the whirlpool. I went up to tell my brother to come that it was absolutely formidable, that he ad to see this..and I went back down.. somehow I knew that this event was o.k. for me..; that this event was probably millions of years old and that spiritually I was related to it and that this kind of experience was not belonging only to the dream reality but my whole being and that this was probably a cosmic event. This was one if not the dream that most impressed me in my life so far.
a lucid dream that seemed to be a recurrent event although it was not..It seemed familiar but I'm certain it was not... the recurrence was within the dream... each year around the same time in summer I found myself going with my son to a mall were there is a store that sells men clothes. The store has 2 floors. Every year they send me up stairs to check the latest MacBook Pro and Every year I go back down to the cashier area with the latest MAC... These summer recurrences happened like 3 times within the dream, and each time my son would find me in the mall after he wonders around; in the clothing store when I'm about to pay. in the last chapter of the dream..I went as usual to the clothing store to check if they have the latest Mac Lap Top. But this time after going upstairs I came down with the newest MacBook Pro but when I checked carefully; I did not find any apparent improvement.. I really wanted to purchase the new one, and desperately tried to find reasons to, but at the same time I was pulled back since it was the first time that I did not have any "excuse" to spend that kind of money...at the same time my son was taking much longer than normal to show up to the store and I was getting really anxious and woke up.
I am having lunch with Sassan in a Persian restaurant in Georgetown. The setting is outdoor. A man with white hair approaches out table, points to a kid and says, he has gain weight, hasn't it. I say I cannot say. We start talking and I ask him where he is from and he says that he is from Tehran and that he is here to visit. I am a little surprise since he does not look Iranian and he knows about the kid. The man adds that he comes here every year. He asks that if there is anything to see nearby and I tell him that there is ODW Canal (C&O Canal) around the corner. He goes around the corner and takes a look. He thanks us and leaves.
I am with the family in a relatives house. The house is huge even by Iran's standard. Hamid suggests to everyone to go for a ride, but he tells me privately that he has just bought a new house and that he wants to surprise his wife and the rest of the family. I go to change and get ready, but I just change to a new pair of espresso color Ferragamo loafers. When I get back in the living room, it is almost empty. Ali is there with another person. The mood is normal and the conversation is happy, but casual. I wonder if everyone is already gone. I go to look. I open a door to a room and I see Mohsen and Amoo Mahmood, who's praying. I say to myself that they have not left there. Tahereh is sitting the car and is ready to go. She is smiling and Hamid and I say she probably already knows the surprise as usual. Hamid and I are walking on this cobblestone road. My shoes are not comfortable and I have to walk carefully. Hamid says that I am wearing red shoes. I am thinking to myself that they are not red, they are espresso. I am trying to figure out if he is implying that my shoes are not appropriate for the occasion.
I dreamt that I was traveling . village / valleys./ comandited by a friend of mine who died.. apparently big name but did not ring anything to me from my wake state.. i have been asked to go to his birth town. and gather certain persons to give them a present from him to each one individually it was some kind of "tape" holder. that had in it a retractable leash.. each leach had been decorated by hand specifically for each "friend" of the deceased.. so when the "friends" pulled the leach or I would show them how to do it,, I would explain to them that the intention is that whenever they go for a walk the can always take with them their gone friend by tinkling about him and affirming the thought with the action of taking the leash... Apparently he enjoyed very much the walks in nature.
I was witnessing some very strange events in the present time. I was seeing a group of persons looking for the remains of a long deceased army general. It looked like we were in a Romanian / Hungarian town, or somewhere in the Carpathian region. We found the remains, mainly the skeleton of somebody that was buried standing in a wall on a corner of the main square of that city. They somehow revived the person; from his skeleton he started very swiftly to transform himself into a large person in his 60's with a large leather coat and leathery skin were the age and life scares spoke for themselves about the character of this person. He was some kind of army general. He became somehow arrogant and authoritative....He seemed to be from a time between 1890 and 1930. The leader of the group I was observing took some kind of gun that had a flat circular large barrel with some kind of mini mines. The General was very ironic about somebody pointing any kind of gun at him... he was not human anymore and could not be armed by human artifacts... The gun fired various mini mines anyway,, I did not understand why they took the risk to alienate that General.. but also realized that the Leader of the Group was very very arrogant and self conscious about what he was doing. The mini mines entered the body of the General through his eye holes; and suddenly the eye cavities that were dark and shadowy; became light with a punctual orange / yellow luminescence. Somehow the General then changed,, he seemed to see and understand something,,this group was looking for the most evil war persons. He told them that they should look for a much more powerful / meaner General than he was.. the name sounded like.. "Maylen or Meilen". The group put back the General in the wall that magically appeared to change shape so has to accommodate very tightly the large General standing. He was standing in the wall looking at the town square, he had been activated...
I am talking to my partner's father, who's here and needs to go to the airport. I offer to drop him off. He has two luggage. I open the trunk of this big old car, but it is already filled with little suitcases. I start pulling them out to put his in. Next thing I know, my son is waking me up. He is annoyed. I say what's going on. He says that I fell sleep while I was loading the car. I think I remember and feel strange and embarrassed. I ask where he is now. My son says that he drove himself to the airport and he is going to leave my car there. I feel better that at least he made it to his flight. I say good then and that we can go with another car and bring the car back.
I am visiting a place to finalize a deal on a building. Other family members have done the work and set up camp, but the deal is not final until I sign off on it. I realize that the two locations that they have selected is infested with termites. I never see the termites, but I imagine them and their elaborate colony beneath the floor.The floor needs to be removed and it would be a mess. This is not a deal breaker, but more of a hassle and expense. I am more concerned about the work that the family has done on the two locations. I am torn between destroying their work and fixing the problem. Every time, I go back to sleep, the dilemma returns.
I am with the family on vacation in Germany. We are planning to go somewhere by the train. I am by the ticket counter buy tickets and my cousin is sitting and waiting for me. I call my cousin and talk to his wife. Somehow she is the one who issues the tickets. We are talking and laughing. I count in my mind the number of tickets we need and we need 10. It's my family, another family, and two other. She issues the tickets and they get printed right where I'm standing. It comes to 100 of whatever the currency is. I say wait a minute, how do I pay you and she say: "Bring me a miniskirt." I ask for the size and she says: "5, long one". I say ok and saying goodbye. My cousin laughs and says: "a long miniskirt" in the background. I am smiling.
I am in the very old house that we use to have, but not lived there. I am not living there. There are a couple of other people. They keeping getting lost. The house is in ruins, but still interesting to see. I guide them around. They are very impressed with the house.
found myself with my wife.. looking to book tennis lessons for us and maybe for our kids for the whole year.. we actually went to play tennis with the instructor in a single remote court but the tennis court was all run down with cracks etc...we then considered the tennis courts that were next to our house were there were like 10 courts but the prices were somehow high and doing the numbers we realized that it would be cheaper to just build a tennis court at home... The instructor did agree... We then were thinking if it was the proper thing to do since we are renting the house , permits and so on.
So I was in a race along with my son. This race track was more or less an old bridge with falling planks and rotten pillars. We were trying to walk along the side which seemed a bit more sturdy and safe. Not too many people in the race; I really only remember the two of us. Don't know what happened at the end.
I am somewhere in Germany in an old building with some remote relatives. We are their guest and having a good time. One of my relative is a dentist and is talking about a condition of one his patients wisdom teeth. To explain he asks to look at mine to show it. When he looks at it, he says that I have the same condition and that he has to fix it. We go from one place in the building to another. The building is a size of a city block, one story, old and charming. As I go to this open area and sit to do the test, there are people around. They are working. They are going and coming. For some reason, I am making out middle of the room, but I feel it is just part of the requirement. In fact, it is more like she is making out with me and I am the recipient. People come and go and mostly smile; I guess to be polite since we are a guest. There is no erotic feeling or anything. In fact, the mood of the entire dream is happy but flat like a black and white movie. I go from one room to another, but I get lost. People are doing their own thing. There are two nurses talking - one sitting on a desk by the window and another. Another girl is getting ready to leave. The day seems to be over. It is like a maze. I realize that the entire building is owned or occupied by my relatives - three or four close families. Each in a different business. Everyone is warm and friendly. I think there is much much more to my dream; like I know there were lots of details in the procedure, eating, and doing other tings, but I do not remember them. I just know they wee there. The casualness of the events are striking.
I am reading this email from an old partner asking me if I can help him file the gain from the sale of his stocks. The gain is $382.00. I am thinking that it is interesting that he holds the same stocks as I do. At the same time, we are no longer that close and we do not share files, password, etc. So I am going to write him an email explaining that. But before I write him, I get another email from him saying that he has realized that I do not have what's needed and that he has taken care of it.
I am in an apartment with several others. We are packing cardboard boxes. It is our job. I need help putting the boxes on the top shelf of a closet. Each box must be labeled properly with a client number or code. There's a special # for something - some place special where these boxes are to go, but I've forgotten the number. We take one box and deliver it ourselves, The person isn't home so we leave it. I learn that the man that is working with me (I don't know who he is) did this personally rather than as part of his job.
Dream happens in a European City similar to Wien / Zurich / Bern. I was in some kind of meeting with groups of young people, teenagers in their late teens or young adults not older than 25. I did not identify myself as an active participant. soon the group dismantled and I went on rollerblading on a broad main street. After a long left curve on this wide street with aprox 4 or 6 lanes per side,, there were like 60 meters in front of me around 7 cops on a line with 2 meters between each of them. They were wearing black swat attire with no helmet or masks, they were in standing aiming position with their pistols pointing towards my direction. I had no reason to fear or have any guilty conscious about anything from my point of view, so I jokingly raised my hands smiling etc.. I passed between them.. but realized that they were not there as an exercise, and there was no reason to be funny.. They guns were aiming and security locks were off. 50 meters later another cop , this time not in combat / swap gear but in a reddish/ brown jacket mid 50's. overweight showed me to the curb site... I asked about the reason... he said that I was wired.. meaning that i was listening to something with earpieces.. I realized that for them it was threatening and/or forbidden to wear earphones either while on the road or as a way to connect with others.. there must have been some upheaval or manifestations going on that was apparently calling for all this security etc.... I told the cop that I was not wired. my attitude of not being afraid and standing my ground without any hesitation got him very nervous and suddenly he trew a punch at me.. it just scratched me on the neck and chest.. within a second I overplayed the hit (like a soccer player) and threw myself to the ground with my head in my hands...The cop started running towards the Swat team me running after him, complaining and letting him know that he was going to face the consequences.
found myself in some kind of inside restaurant or dinner. I don't know if it actually was in Italy or somewhere else but I was hearing the the table next to mine discussing about the fine places to visit in a certain spot in Italy.. How it was that many years ago the quality of restaurants and service was much better. Their were Italians themselves.. Somehow the surroundings / table cloths and maybe the shirts of the waiters were of red and white small square pattern. We were in a small place with no windows.. Some kind of Grotto. While I was listening to them a very special place came to my mind... I did not remember the name right away.. but some kind of black and white short film / pictures came to my memory . I felt that this place was probably not existing anymore... It was by the sea,, on the rocks a few feet from the water.. Nice white linens, perfect waiters,, shade, the most amazing view and proximity to the blue Mediterranean.. Simple but real food. A place were could could sit and enjoy a meal for hours and hours... The name appeared to me and I suggested the place to the older men on the other table.. Bruschetta was the name of the place.. They knew it.. I saw that it brought them found memories and they acknowledged that it was a supreme place...
good dream about fast walking / racing a mountain.. the time includes going up and down. My teammate is a mix of two friends of mine..R&A. Most probably the first event took place in Switzerland. I found myself separated from my friend who had much more experience than me in this sport.. at one point I was more climbing than trekking,, and he had warned me that rock climbing is not always the best solution..and so it came that I got to a point very difficult to Climb further and also very tricky to get back down.. and I realized that we would loose this race because I deviated from the route and we got separated and when I got back to the track he was much much more ahead of me.. but both team members need to arrive to the finish line for the time to be valid...
I am dreaming about a farm, but it is not about animals or crops. It is about the shape of the farm. I can see the farm from above and I am organizing the parcels. All parcels of in rectangular shapes of various sizes and colors. I am arranging the shapes and colors and I am admiring them.