Dream Journal

What a gift of a dream.

It began at a car dealership. My Prius was in need of repair. A woman was helping me. It was all business. It was frustrating. There was an unknown repair time… an unknown cost. I wanted to get home, but had to wait. I brought up an interest in a new car if the repair cost too much, and she talked to me about the possibility. She took me to another shop to discuss… audio options?

Inside they were working on the shop itself. There was just one or two guys there, and they were removing layers of paint. The guy said that there was blue-green wood (bad, rotten) behind the wall of the repair shop. I could see a layer of Japanese characters, from the previous owners of the shop. The characters were in a + shape. There were also weird circular impact marks of various sizes in the drywall…

Then she’s taking me back to the shop. We’re in a car on the freeway in the big city I’m lately so often in. I ask her to pull over. I’m going to get out and take a Lyft home. She pulls over, but it’s the side of a huge highway — a bad place to get picked up. So… I change my mind and she ends up taking me to her house for dinner while I wait for the repairs. She doesn’t really want to, nor do I, but it seems like the sensible thing at this point.

I meet her husband, and he seems nice. She shows me around. We sit down for dinner. I feel like Jamie is with me at times. Dinner is rice and yellow curry, in big bowls. The view of the table is weird. I feel like I’m toddler sized, sitting on the chair, as my eyes are even with the table top, but I can shift my gaze up and over the table, where everything is large, fish-eyed. Like the table has the same spatial component as a round-topped hill. The woman says a Christian prayer before eating. When she’s done, I say a mocking prayer. There is shock around the table. I feel blazing energy from within. I calmly explain the truth of what I know in regards to what she said in the prayer. On one hand this seems so rude, me challenging their conceptions of God. But I continue, and though they are shocked, they listen. I speak in their terms, using the term “God”. I am walking around the house with her now, listening, correcting her misconceptions. She listens, responds, in a strange state like in shock. I don’t know if she’s letting it in, hearing me, but this goes on for a little while. What’s significant about this is that I’m talking about my beliefs, which I keep entirely to myself in waking life. It was like breaking through a wall.

The man walks out in this amazing costume that reminds me of an aura. It’s bluish overall, with a slightly inhuman face with large dark eyes. The entire costume is changing shape and shades. It’s as if it’s made entirely of 2-3 inch long filaments of mostly blue light standing out from him, blowing in its own internal wind. The filaments are tightly packed, almost like fur, but flowing. The character is the Sandman, and it is the most impressive costume I’ve ever seen. He tells me how they’ve tried to make all these inventions work over the years but none has taken off. I say THIS WILL. I ask if the ideas were all costumes, and they say, no, it was all kinds of things. I say I have an affinity with the Sandman, and ask if I can borrow it.

At this point, something changes… inner dimensions of creativity open up, spill out into the house. We cross over into a broad cave-like chamber that wasn’t there before. It’s much larger than the house, more colorful, more wild, with jungle, river, beach. There is a tree cluster in the water, broken off 15 feet up. The woman can’t get up very far, but I climb to the top, my inner power surging, and around the stump opens a great turning wheel of light, about 30 feet across, a wheel of life, of all lives, and she and her husband and I rise up above it and dive in, a beautiful soul immersion into other lives, other times, other places, and we come out, up above it, and dive in again, collecting more colors, more lives, more interests, and talents. We’re twining, spinning together, out again, and back in, living through hundreds of lives, our edges blurring, our boundaries expanding, filling us, expanding us, merging us, around and around. The wheel has a spiral of concentric rings, dozens deep, with a black line separating each life. The prominent colors are white and gold but with others speckled in among the many lives. After some time, we emerge back into the chamber, and the house. And now we are glowing with love, inextricably bound together through so much experience (or have we just remembered?), creativity bursting out of us all around the house. They are my most kindred friends, lovers, dearest companions. There is nothing but trust between us. We have lived eons and come out blazing with life. This is my new home. I walk around the house, and there is artwork everywhere, creativity.

We’re watching a video on a bed. I’m becoming more part of the family. There are two babies there watching from the edge of the bed. One tips backwards and I catch it as it falls, return it to the bed.

The babies are children now. We’re sitting in the living room. A lion walks across the floor and I pet it. There’s a riot of creativity, bursting through everywhere. We play and create. My heart is aglow.

There are great lego sculptures, moving lego-built toys. The man is a tinkerer, builder. I am so impressed. The woman is wearing the most beautiful, creative costumes. I’m in love.

Rebecca, Jessie, Roxann, and Tom arrive. I’m outside watching as their car hits another. Jessie was driving, she’s holding her head as she gets out of the car, which is now parked in the living room. I’m nervous, wondering how they’re going to react to this. I didn’t come home, and they’re worried. They won’t understand. They’re standing by the front door in the living room now. The woman comes out and she’s dressed in a beautiful costume, then exits and returns wearing another, all never-before-seen styles. There are others there, young women. The children, now grown, are also wearing beautiful costumes. The man is showing off his amazing creations. It doesn’t take long before Roxann and Tom are on board. I see Tom dressed as Hagrid, and I guess the costume and we laugh. We both say Hagrid quotes in our best Hagrid voices. I begin to mistake him for the man, and maybe he is.

It was all so beautiful, so saturated with love and creativity and connections. So utterly fulfilling.

The wheel of life was like the vortex through which I entered the physical cycle of lives, and out of it all I value the color and creativity, the playfulness, and above all the personal bonding and the love. We are kindred spirits, peeking out into the physical.

References: Hagrid is a character from the Harry Potter series.