Cubbyholes

Last night I had a dream in which I was in some sort of ancient temple site (think Machu Picchu, etc.) Along one rock wall was a row of tiny empty cubbyholes. About half had tiny stone-carved figures in them, the other half were empty. An old Peruvian/Incan looking man approached me and gave me a handful of figures. Some were full skeletons in a sitting position, some were just skulls. All were crudely carved in a dark grey to black stone that was porous with holes like lava rock or pumous stone is pourous with many holes. He told me these were for me to place in the empty cubbyholes.

The old man stayed right by my side as I moved down the row of cubbyholes placing a figure in each one. With each cubbyhole I placed a figure in he smiled and nodded as if he was giving me some sort of approval. With each figure I placed his smile grew bigger and his eyes has a deeper “Have you realized yet?” kind of coaxing to them. When I placed the a figure in the final cubbyhole at the end of the row and end of the wall he took my hand and walked me around the wall into a large plaza or courtyard that had long been overgrown with forest/jungle greenery.

Dreams Within Dreams

Last night, as is typical, I had multiple dreams. Three of those dreams I can distinctly remember. The final one was something I've not experienced before. In it I was in a log cabin by a mountain lake with several other people. We were sitting in a room discussing two movies we'd just watched. The two movies we were discussing were the other two dreams I was able to recall!

I've had dreams within dreams before, such as waking from a dream only to discover I'm still in another dream. Never before have dreams been a part of another dream in this way. Dreams within dreams fascinate me. I think the secondary dream is myself reaching a deeper layer of my unconscious mind. 

Dreams within dreams. Layers upon layers. It's all fascinating to ponder and explore.

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On the Seaside Cliff

In a recent flash of an image dream (what I call a "snippet dream," one that isn't a full dream, but a quick image) during a short nap I was standing on a seaside cliff. I had a full head of blonde hair, my beard was fuller, and I was wearing a white cable-knit sweater. The breeze was cool and salty and the grass beneath my feet was reedy. I stood and looked across the bay to a small island. My sense was that I was somewhere in the British Isles, Ireland perhaps. The sense of things was an overwhelming calm and centerdness. 

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