In the dream I am hosting a group in my home. I am somewhat nervous and I am going round making sure that the space is adequately prepared and clean, getting the sweets ready. I am excited and slightly frazzled at the same time. Then my doorbell rings and it is the man who holds presently holds the group in his home. He has a particular presence and energy and strongly represents the masculine. He goes to sit in my lounge and we wait for the others to arrive. I remain standing and about 5 or 6 minutes after we are supposed to start, the doorbell rings again. Another woman from the group, who strongly figures as the feminine is standing in front of me wearing a long purple coat. She apologises for being late, but the dogs have kept her. They are very large (up to her hip), grey with fur that is flat, lying close to their bodies. They are wild and excitable, over exuberant. And I suddenly realise I will have to find a place to keep them out of the way, for the duration of the meditation. I can see one dog’s face and he has sapphire blue eyes. I let them all in and direct through the house, out a door that leads to the back garden. As I let them in Henry turns around and watches as they come in.

A few months later, we had all the extended family over for lunch. Preparing the space for such an event was quite stressful but it was personally very rewarding being able to host such an event. As I was saying goodbye to some guests, two Great Dane’s came bounding towards us, directionless and boisterous. They were large adolescents, big and grey and could easily have bowled me over. I realised that I knew who these dogs belonged to. I have never owned a dog, so I don’t have a lot of confidence when it comes to handling them. But I could see, I had to be very firm with these dogs, to direct them back home. I couldn’t understand how they had gotten out (as the house has very large gates) but if they were left to roam, I was afraid they would cause a lot of trouble. As I was walking them back down the road, I had a sense of being the woman who appeared at my door in the dream. I felt the long coat, I felt the dogs responding to my directions and I felt the need to adapt quite an authoritarian and demanding presence for the dogs to obey. Strangely the gate to the house was open and the other dog of the house was on the steps barking at his playmates. They had a kind of vicious moment and I faltered, some of my fear coming to the surface and doubt as to whether these dogs actually belonged here. I rang the doorbell several times to call the owners but no one came. By now, given the dogs sensed my retreat from that very demanding presence and were about to run away again. I had to act immediately and firmly push and demand they go inside against their will, with the older dog looking on as a reprimanding older sibling whom they didn’t really want to face.

As I put the dogs back in their rightful place, I felt that I was fulfilling in real life what the dream had been asking me to do. When I had pondered the dream it felt as though the dogs had a sacred purpose and were brought in to protect the space. Unaware how to utilise and harness their energy they were playful and over-stimulated instead of the focussed stealth they could have brought to their role as protectors and guardians of sacred space. Having three doors in my home – their placement at each of these entrance and exit point was surely what the dream deemed necessary?

Camereon puffed his chest, smiled, and patted his pecs with delight. Katie calmly said “he’s been playing rugby with his dad”. They walked past me and an line of their relatives, dressed in cocktail wear followed them in my house. I mentioned it was messy and quickly picked up toys off the furniture. All the relatives proceeded to lounge about. One young woman asked when happy hour was starting. I joked “well, I’m a single mom with 2 kids. Happy hour is when the kids are happy” She rolled her eyes and said she would pass out if she didn’t get a drink. I told her there were 4 places within walking distance to buy wine, and she was welcome to bring some back. She rolled her eyes again. I realized at that point I was topless, and put a shirt on quickly. I then looked up and saw both of my kids running down the hall in costume, to go outside and play. I stopped my son and said “did you see Cameron? He’s huge!” My son said, “I know, I’m going to find him now.”

As my son ran past I noticed tiny red stabs all over his bony back and butt. I stopped him. They turned out to be red bandaids. As he ran off I saw that his
backside looked just like a concentration camp victim (his great-grandpa – and namesake – escaped the Holocaust, and lost most of his family in it)

There was a little more to the dream I don’t remember. Woke up soon
after.

I was living in a large mansion owned by a woman who was older than
me. I had a large bedroom where I lived with my two black male cats
(my real ones). The woman that owned the house was giving a large
party and there were people all over the house. I walked from room to
room observing people but not engaging in conversation. Then I began
to notice puddles of cat urine. I worried that it was from my cats but
a woman said she saw a small grey female cat make the puddle. I looked
around and noticed that there were cats weaving around the rooms and
followed them to the “source” which was an open window on the second
floor. I was trying to find my two cats but so many of the cats were
black that it was difficult to decipher. I finally tracked them down
and put them in my bedroom. I then tried to “herd” the other cats out
the window so I could clean up the puddles of cat urine in the house.
I got two mops, one to soak up the urine and the other to clean the
floor with. I felt relieved that the urine wasn’t from my cats.

About 4 months ago I had the following dream. I was walking towards the outskirts of an industrial wasteland. As I walked I glanced over my left shoulder and my eye caught sight of people on the 7th floor of a large cement building. I could see each floor as there were no walls. There was a central tall figure(Jupitarin). She wore a magnificent head dress of gold and turquoise similar to those seen in ancient Egypt. She was facing the people who were inside the building. She may have slightly turned my way.

I enter a coffee shop and sit to wait my turn. Then I notice President Obama is there too. Another man is in the shop, trying to get his attention or talk to him. I wait back. Then Obama comes to me and greets me, using my name. I am touched that he knows me. He asks me how I am, and also suggests that I could be doing more to change things in the world. At the same time, i am also encouraging him to do more. I let him know he has my support. I reassure him that he can be bold! We sit together and tears begin to flow down his face gently. I feel the same  on my face. There is this great sadness and nearness and longing to do more…

I understand that the pain in my head or migraine is a known symptom for me which I connect with not living my instinctual power in the lower body. In the dream I leave the gay part of me, the male aspect that does not want sexual contact with a woman (in the lower body).
The river of life on the left side, the feminine side, is already flowing, but still with ice parts on it. The melting process to me is very positive and means more feeling and flow. The tree in this part of me is cut into pieces, not whole. But through the river of life these wodden parts get transported away.
The meeting with the unknown man shows that feminine and masculine parts/different ways of consciousness are meeting in me. They don´t come to a union yet because of the fear of the aggressive dogs, which I understand are instinctual powers.The woman knows about the dogs, protects and controlls the man. In this way he cannot see the tree of life. On this side the tree is still whole.
The veil is for me a means to prevent the masculine consciousness from seeing the tree of life and the dogs. The woman in me knows that the dogs, the instinctual powers belong to the tree of life, but the fear of the weak masculine side makes the veil necessary. Maybe the fear is connected with loosing a certain way of male spirituality that I connect with this woolen veil that hangs from the sky/heaven. Maybe a fear to be swallowed by all the dark instinctual powers.
So what could lift the veil and make the coming together of man and woman possible? Maybe love on both sides and the longing of the masculine part and the letting go of control of the feminine part.
This dream had a very archetypal quality and does not seem to me only personal.

I am not posting a dream, but I wanted to post a poem I wrote back in
2004. The remembrance of this poem came up for me after reading the
latest article “the power to nourish” … I was quite moved by the
article, and struck by Dr. Sun’s description of the light in the chest
of a woman, and how ill health is shown via the covering over thereof
with gray light.

Though this poem does not reflect the heart or chest area, it stems
from a potent vision I had in relation to the state of my sacral
chakra at the time. The gray makes its presence known:

A Loosening

The orange inside, candy amber hips
of transparency,
me seeing me the unfamiliar rogue with crutched legs
skidding earth excusing
this for that because it’s been
dark down below, so I saw on a morning. Gray,
not the morning, those hips – over orange,
gray threading layer on layer – dust surface for guilt, cob-
web to insult packed wrapped wound.
Orange deep color of juice,
tempting sex, art, words, giving, thrusting life -
so I pulled
at an edge to begin an unwinding,
a gauzy gray fistful back time bound around now
it’s peeking, thin layer remains pulling speeds
⎯ it is
free liquid light, melding, merger, flow, a relief.

I dream about a woman I know whose work includes working with the Anima Mundi – the soul of the world. In the dream, this woman is filled with pain and suffering, struggling terribly. She is lying on the ground. Her suffering is physical,  in the body, as much as it is of the psyche/soul. She calls out to me and to another woman who is very close to her and knows exactly how to help her. We lie down next to her, on each side. The other woman asks her a few questions, one of which is “What exactly is it you need right now?” and then does exactly what she is asked to do. I follow, although I am unsure, not in any way as confident as the other woman. We perform various tasks which I can’t remember, following her instructions. At some point I start feeling sensations in my body, especially in my legs. Then suddenly I am filled with joy and strength and realize this woman will be feeling this too, and she is.

From Cheryl: “I feel that this dream is about my relationship to the Soul of the World, and about the importance of listening, and the role my/our female bodies can play in a process of healing.  This dream seems to suggest something that goes against all old spiritual conditioning: the importance of respecting, listening and responding to the real needs of our physical bodies, rather than the old patriarchal idea of ignoring physical needs, even punishing the body….this seems to relate to the meat in your White Buffalo vision that you posted earlier…”

I was at a beach on a cold, snowy day, with my children and my son’s friend. We got in the car to leave and I decided to let my son drive us home. He was only 14 in the dream. (he is only 11 now.) I sat in the backseat giving him directions. I kept telling him to slow down. His friend was joking with him about my son being short, and my son
would then make a clever comment back and speed up the car. The further we drove, the hotter and more Summer-like it became.
We were now on the freeway. The road ahead split. One split was oncoming traffic.
My son drove right into oncoming traffic, and the car seperated – he drove away into oncoming traffic, and the rest of us continued on in the flow of traffic (I am now in the driver’s seat) I am screaming to my son, but of course he can’t hear, since he’s in
another car. I watch as he misses any accident, and loops into an off-ramp, heading back to the beach in the opposite direction, now with the flow of traffic again.

I am crying and upset: He’s too young drive alone. He’s going to be lost. I made a big mistake letting him drive while sitting in the backseat.

I call the police, because I am told they can track cars. The woman on the phone is kind and patient. I am now downtown, there is a festival going on, and there are – literally – over a million people everywhere – all in bathing suits covered in tanning oil. As
well, there are fried food stands everywhere, so I can’t move without being covered in grease. As I am on the phone with the woman from the police dept. she tells me
I need to start meditating immediately, and doing the “hamsa” mantra, because “that is what we tell everyone in this situation to do.” I notice I am standing next to her on her cellphone, in the crowd, as I hear her words spoken next to me, and through my phone.
We hang up and look at each other. She has pink eyes like a cat – not disturbing, just unusual – she has spots all over her body, like a leapord, red hair, and is wearing a leapord-print bikini. She looks at me and tells me to keep crying, and is trying to talk me through my crisis.
I am unable to focus on her words, as I am preoccupied by her pink eyes.
This is when I woke up