This was one of those dreams which leaves you with a peculiar feeling upon waking.
February 5, 2010
“Grandpa” [Edited for brevity]
The dream starts out on a beautiful picturesque beach. The waves were breaking far off shore, and I thought that it was the perfect condition for body boarding. The water was warm with teal hue. As I turned to the side, I was startled for a moment. There was this huge ridge. It had many waterfalls and was almost entirely blue with water; I had thought it was a tsunami for a moment! K and N were there, and said they thought it was a tidal wave at first too. These cliffs extended 200 to 300 feet into the sky. The waterfalls were huge and unearthly. We decided to swim out into the water towards these falls.
I managed to get ahead of everyone else, and was at what I perceived to be my land lord’s house on top of the cliffs. I saw him inside his house getting ready to leave. I waited outside for my friends to catch up, and we all seemed to congregate outside at the same time. I’m relieved that I don’t have to make too much small talk with him alone. We went inside and began to talk. I think he mentioned a few things about the heating in our house. I asked Kip if the waterfalls hurt on the bottom, and he said they might. [Edit]
All of a sudden the house theme changed to my house from home on Long Island. My Grandpa John was sitting on the couch in my den (at this time he was very ill). As I’m walking out the door, I decided to say good bye to him. The thought of death entered my mind. He is nearly 90 years old, and his wife (my Grandma, MiMi) has been very sick the past month - things aren’t looking too good. As I walked over to talk to him, I bumped into a pair of legs extending out from the couch. I suppose I simply didn’t see the other person sitting on the couch.
It was my other Grandpa on my Dad's side, who I called Gramps. I leaned over to give him a kiss and thought in my head “you died last year, this can’t be real, I’m dreaming!” Just like that I’m lucid talking with what appears to be my dead grandfather! I’m in an extremely lucid state of mind, and all of a sudden the dream starts to go black....I knew I was waking up, but I fight the awakening.
I feel around the dream room using my sense of touch to reenter the dream. As my vision returns, I notice my two brothers and father are now in the room as well. They and my living grandfather are more like spectators. They have become motionless, almost inanimate. I focus on Gramps and begin to rapid fire some questions at him, knowing my time is limited. I knew he would understand.
I asked him if the death process was hard (that is navigating the astral right after physical death), and he said it was, and is a difficult process for most newly deceased.
I asked him what is the best thing I could do to further my spiritual evolution. He told me “I wasn’t going to hear what I wanted to hear.”
Then I told him that he has to show me my shadow self, alluding to a dream I had a couple days earlier about an “evil force” controlling me from within. He got excited and said “I never said anything about the shadow; I never said anything about the shadow.”
Before I could ask another question, I felt myself waking up. The dream went black. I woke up wishing I could have had just a few more minutes!
Some thoughts: This dream left me with an intuitive feeling that I did connect, in some way, to an aspect of my passed Grandfather. Perhaps the beautiful beach is a belief-territory in consciousness space where Gramps currently inhabits.
This dream had some interesting symbolism, such as climbing the waterfall cliffs to my land lords house. Beaches are also common dream metaphors symbolizing a connecting point between two realities. If I could go back, I would have asked different questions. I was on a bit of a Jung kick at the time. The way he did answer my questions is telling, though...
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