When we have positive dreams, it’s confirmation that we’re on the right path, with the right vision, with the right energy, doing the right thing.
Flying dreams are one of my favourites, when they’re positive.
Nothing beats the sensation of soaring above tree tops.
Last night, in my dream, I wasn’t flying but I may as well have been.
I was on an enormous swing, tied to an enormous tree, and when I got the swing going I would fly a kilometre into the air. I could spin and circle down and flip by pulling on the ropes in different ways. It felt amazing and I kept repeating it over and over.
Then someone joined me. We could now do new tricks as a team which added a whole new layer of excitement. People were watching from below and were amazed at what we were doing. It was fabulous!
This dream has a specific meaning for me because there was a time when I was having recurring dreams about swinging but I could never enjoy it because someone with a lot of jealousy would stop me. I grew up with having to deal with a lot of jealousy. It’s one of the most insidious of all negative emotions. My fear of what a jealous person would do to me used to stop me from living my best life. But not any more.
The work I did to break cycles of violence in my family of origin has been so successful that the next generation no longer needs to carry that burden. This dream of swinging safely in the air, soaring above trees, flipping and diving and spinning, had so much Joy and excitement in it.
Now I can bring that Joy & Excitement into my day-to-day life. What amazing bounties & blessings are flowing into my life now? I’m so grateful for all that I have and all that I am.
In the dream, I am driving or running down a street, moving quickly but I can’t remember if I was in a car or running. When I look up at the sky I see clouds spread out across the expanse of the sky and the clouds I see shapes which appear to be like gears within a machine. There are also random objects like spoons and cups and random household objects which are also somehow interconnected into this machine-like contraption in the clouds.
Last night I dreamed of being on a First Nations reservation. There was lots going on. Some sitting by a bonfire. Some getting ready to go somewhere. Some playing games. I heard something and looked up and saw an eagle soaring very high above the trees. It was circling around. Others started noticing too. Then another eagle joined the first and it was even higher than the previous one. They circled around and around high above us. I just stared at them, not being able to take my eyes off them because of their beauty. Then I noticed the first one had something in its mouth and as it flew lower and closer to us I could see it was a tiger. I was stunned. “What?!” An eagle carrying a tiger in its mouth!? Impossible, I said to myself. “But there it is! Impossible yet it’s happening.”
By now the eagles caught the attention of the others and an elder beside me to the left was looking up at the eagles and then doing something with the sticks in front of her. She closed her eyes briefly as though in prayer or supplication. I glanced back up and sure enough, there truly was a tiger in the eagle’s beak, being carried in the way a mother cat carries her kittens.
Soon the eagles landed in a clearing nearby and before we knew it the tiger was dropped and surprisingly it was still alive. It started to run at us but we had lots of time to pack our belongings and get in the car although it was packed and we all just barely fit. The elder was giving us instructions the whole time.
There was a swampy area over further off to the left and at some point we had been playing a game over there, some sort of simple games like catch and tag. I had jumped in for a bit and got out, thinking I’d go back in later, but when we were getting in the car I realized I couldn’t go back to the water today.
So that was the end of the dream, getting into the car, watching a tiger run at us from across a field, with the eagles close by on its heels.
In the dream, there’s a group of us in a 10-seater van. I look behind us and see there’s about to be an explosion so I warn the people in the van to get down, to duck, to get as low as possible. There’s enough room for all of us to duck low under the seats and when the fire goes off and crosses over us we feel the heat but there’s no smoke and no one gets burned. There’s enough oxygen on the ground of the van and everyone is fine.
Later, when we are getting out I see we are at a concert of some sort and I’m feeling disorientated and confused. No one seems hurt or upset as though they didn’t experience the fire. People are lining up to get into the gate but I can’t tell where the gate is or who is performing or if I’m going or not.
Fire in a dream is about inspiration. Finding a low space with lots of air is about being safe and comfortable even when someone else’s inspiration has a potentially negative influence on where you want to go with others.
The solution to the dream is to be really inspired and take others where you want to go.
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