Dream about missiles

When I awoke this morning, my head was full of dreams.

The last one was the most disturbing - and is the one I am sharing here.

I arrived back at my family home, the Jones home.  There were open gardens everywhere with seeds and good foods planted in long furrows in black soil.  I saw a closeup of the beautiful seeds in their groove in the soil, full of life.  Shane was there, planting.  My father was working in the gardens as well, on the other side - there was of a low barrier which ran along the centre of the gardens.   It had a roof or canopy overtop.  There were many rectangular gardens full of soil.

Partly obscured by the barrier wall, I saw two objects which we could not plant.  I could not figure out what to do with them.  They did not belong in the soil.  They did not belong anywhere.  When I held one of them straight up that was closest to me, on the right of the wall, I could see by its shape it was a deadly missile.  It was almost as tall almost as me.  It looked like a long pole with an angular shaped spade at the end, all of a grey manmade material.  It was an unnatural shaft that did not belong in the ground.  The other one looked like a space rocket or shuttle.

I wanted to ask my Dad about it, but he got angry at me for mentioning this.  I then got upset and asked why I was always in trouble for mentioning something that was truly there - was just speaking of it.  My mother explained he would be angry at anyone that mentioned it, not just me.  There was also a big feeling of his work around him at this time - his work with early computers.  When he was angry - I could see one of the garden plots was hollow and full of disks, computer things.

It was like a secret - this deadly power that did not belong anywhere.

The Strong and Gentle Hammer

A few nights ago I had a dream which was strange and memorable.

I dreamed I was teaching a baby to swim, which was putting my attention and care to the test.  There seemed to be a class I was doing this with at a pool.  But sometimes my impulsiveness was revealed as a problem that I rushed to compensate for, as I allowed the baby to plummet but would have to focus on bringing him up in time.

The next part of my dream I was being flown over the landscape of my experience - the Canadian mountain hillsides.  Then I was brought higher and higher across the mountains until I was so high up it was absolutely terrifying as I was being held as if by a helicopter and flown across as though just held by my shoulders and could've dropped at any time.  I went far far to another country.

I remember being then in the past.  I was in a university library.      There was art and shelves of books.  Then I got a thrill as I saw the current publications - 1950s magazines sitting out on a small table - in a great reading room - were if the older age.  Of earlier printing methods but I was getting to see them at the time!


Around the 1950s - 60s.  Then I remember the people there bring very clever and experimenting.  They were also very wild.  Barefoot and making all kinds of art, doing what they liked.   I was looking and admiring them, but particularly this hammer.  The top was strong just like a hammer.  But the handle had been carved so ornately and beautifully.  It was now soft, bending like a fabric.  Soft and hard.

But just then some people asked them to be gathered to be recognised for their genius.  They gathered in the building in rows of seats.   But it was a trick by the people who thought they should be put in their place.  Gas started to come into the building.  It was to kill them all.

But some were clever and fought their way out of the situation by climbing up to glass windows in the ceiling and out.   Some escaped but some died.

The ones who lived continued on their ways but were more restrained and humbled by the experience.  I forgot to say that when the people came in to gas them they first shot at books on the edges of the library's book shelves.  And the cats also went to the sides of the book shelves.  Cats had had a special place there.

Then I was speaking to a person in my dream, telling them where I was from, how the weather was in Canada and how it was in NZ.  It was as though the dream person wanted to know various reasons for my choices but not to judge me but to download.   I said Calgary was fresh and cold.  But how'd special NZ was.  The person was telling me about where they were from.  I told them I realised I had such a North American centric view as I often didn't think of the rest of the works.

She told me they were from where Neanderthaals lived - by Greece.   I looked it up and Greece is by where Neanderthaals ranged - but I hadn't known that.

The precious shell dream

I had a dream recently where I was travelling.  In the dream the place I arrived at was called “Rome”.

I was amazed at the clear pure streams which ran by, which were filled with beautiful shells.  There was so much beauty and richness of detail in the shells in the clear running streams. 

Also, it was as though to these people we were “American tourists”, compared to them – they would see us as wasteful people. 

We found a beautiful rock pool by the sea, in a bank of stone.  One shell was so beautiful.  I marvelled at it.  It looked like it had been formed with a soft ice-cream cone maker, its colours were so white and pink as the shape spiralled up.  In the dream I started to cry as  I knew what the beauty and the richness of this shell meant.   It was of the beauty that was possible, if nature wasn’t being made as poor as it was at home. 

There was also some beautiful pieces of driftwood in the pool, which we wanted to collect to burn – but that made the people there outraged as it was illegal.

The rock pool actually adjoined a childcare centre – we skipped over a wall.  It was strange, I could see their chairs and toys inside – not one part of anything in this place was made out of wood.  They had “wood blocks” but they were all of a plastic material – the chairs, everything, which looked really odd to me.

The world conference on melting polar ice caps dream

Last night I dreamed of seeing a place broadcast from the internet – it was – the polar ice caps. The ice caps were melting. There was an area, an outdoor ampitheatre, open with walls, and many seats inside. This is what was on the broadcast – with a label above the entrance that it was the polar ice cap region.

It was an international zone, people from all over the world were coming to see. Then, in my dream, I had arrived there and was looking around. I actually carried a bike with me, but not at first. First I saw the place, and there was a beautiful cliff I was making my way down, holding on the the grass at the sides, to get there. When I was there, I remember when I walked through the seats, the conference area full of seats, the area was filling with water. The water had risen up to the seat level.

Then I walked along a path people were walking. There was a beautiful tree, it was a beautiful area. I left my bike behind (which had appeared at some point) so it wouldn’t wreck the grass. I wanted to take a photo then – and this is where it gets a little silly for a moment - people were going down a slight hill and taking pictures of themselves standing in the trees – with these gnome people. I was trying to get someone to use my camera as I was alone, to take a photo of myself and the people in these trees. Then I gave up as the lady I had asked couldn’t work the camera. What I really wanted to do was to take photos myself of everything. So I think I tried to do that – although I had already flowed past, I went back intentionally back where I had come to take photos. At some point I saw Jasmine around – I often dream of her in relation to environmental things – she was my first friend who was aware of the environment at a young age.

I think sometimes dreams can go back and forth and can lose and gain focus – but what was very real in this dream was the international room of chairs, the world’s attention on this melting polar ice cap situation. Like the world was taking notice, meeting – convening there and talking about it. Like this was an opportunity we shouldn’t miss out on for the world to join.