Dream Journal

Awake, the night before: A deep thoughtfulness has descended on me tonight. I want to hold love above all else. I want my prime motive, my great teacher, my power and strength to be love. I again dedicate my life to the pure essence. I send this power forward to who I shall be, to help in my becoming.

I feel surreal, like I’m here and ALSO somewhere else, somewhere beyond death, and I feel how temporary this life is.

Dreams: So Rebecca and I arrived at Blaine House and either it seemed smaller or I seemed bigger than before. I was thinking “Okay! At last here I am at Blaine House where I always dream!” I decided to look around to try and remember what the meaning of each room was. I got the impression that Blaine House was now mine. Everything was normal enough (did I mention that it never has furniture?) until I went into my parent’s room. The bed and the green chair were still there, and the closets were full.

A stack of four ghostly, glowing, semi-transparent books appeared on the floor and I stared at it, thinking “Whoa! Now I’ve seen a ghost for real, for the first time ever!” The books represented Rox, or was from Rox. I touched one and could feel it slightly and then I slammed my hand through it and heard her yelp with surprise. Then slowly I separated the books and started reading through them. Then I felt they were probably private and so I stopped. Soon afterwards, Rox appeared in the same shimmering semitransparent form. I forget how it happened (maybe I touched her), but I was transported somewhere else.

I was transported to this big international city scene. It was a big, big event like a world conference, and I was very happy to be there. I was filled with light and energy and I started leaping high in the air speaking the voice of truth: “Knowledge without love is like skin filled with skin! It cannot operate without a heart and a complex inside!” I yelled it out to people as I leap-frogged them. I jumped straight through Rox.

Then I visited a hospital. I was in this huge underground chamber. I think most of the people there were Jewish. There was this old man who looked like a rabbi there, and he was just all love. He had just arrived. He took the sick and troubled one by one and spoke their inner voice to them and was right and helpful each time. I watched with awe and longing to be like him. I was so filled with love and joy that I began to shake, to vibrate. The light was getting brighter around me and I could feel dimensions beginning to shift.

I’m not sure what interrupted me, but things became different. The hospital became a cathedral and the rabbi became a cripple who was carried by a huge strong man. Suddenly a huge contingent of very colorfully-decorated people came flooding in. Some were very, very tall. They were the Islamic representatives.

There was some trouble above. Curious, I went up the concrete steps and passages to investigate. Outside, army and police officials were restraining a group of people. There was fire, orange and red banners, and a big amphitheater-type place, which was mostly cleared out except for military men in the first number of rows. Then I saw someone running towards the cathedral opening and I could read their thoughts: “1,000 years of blood and fire for the. . . . Christians? Death and fury to the Quakers!” I ran downstairs to warn them but got lost. Rebecca was down there! Then I woke up.