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I dreamed that Alan and I were at a place like Sierraville Hot Springs. We were going down to swim in the hot springs, but the springs was iced over with very thick ice. The water was also mixed with an icy chlorine natural swimming pool. It made it feel very tense in the air because something just wasn't quite right about the feeling of that place- people come to those environments to relax and be surrounded by the health of nature, not to have the beautiful waters polluted by chlorine...
At any rate, some people tried to help us break the ice through in a spot close to where we guessed the authentic spring to be. We wanted to get to the good water underneath (or at least as good of water as could be found close to the source of the spring before it got mixed in with the chlorine. Once we finally broke through the ice, we were only able to make a very small hole for two people to go into together. I do not ever remember being in that hole together with Alan. I vaguely remember maybe ice skating around the pool to try to get a better look at the pool and the scenery. It was snowy and white and winter.
We did this every day for a couple of days. The weird part about being in the hole is that once someone got into the water through the little hole that we had created, the ice would eventually break all over the pool and melt away making it possible for others to get into the pool too. Every day we would go down there, but we would never hang out with each other. Alan would always hang out with other people.
It was Christmastime. The last day we were there, I took Alan down after the spring had closed to the public because I wanted to show him the decorations on the rocks and the tiled stepping stones and the trees that were set up. I was completely taken by them, and I wanted to share that with Alan, but he was not interested at all. Instead, he was dismissive.
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I woke up to a dream this morning wherein I was confronted by a gigantic dark figure. Although I do not remember the events of my dream that led up to the Being's arrival, I do recall seeing it approach me from a short distance away out of the corner of my eye.
It had huge bulky shoulders and a rectangular/squarish head. It had no distinguishable facial features except for two pronounced bright white eyes that were shaped like two perfect circles. It's eyes flickered from deep inside with white burning flames which grew so intense sometimes that they would flutter outside of its sockets and lick its brow. The Being's robe was a dark, shadowy black and was so long that it covered it's entire massive body and then some. It's sleeves draped deep down about his legs, and I could not see it's feet. It's hands were strong, thick and slow. Like an old man's hands, they were filled with patience and a self-contained wisdom. They appeared block-like yet gentle in my sight.
When it approached, it's solid gait and looming presence demanded my attention. Even though it became the only thing I could see (because it was so close and so big), it did not feel threatening or dangerous, and yet, I was still wary of it's sudden appearance and afraid. It did not speak, and I felt uneasy. It appeared that we were floating through cloudy mist at this point in the dream.
It then procured a white sword, but I knew that it did not want to fight. The sword shifted shapes. Sometimes it was a sword, sometimes, a long, white circular cylinder, back and forth. No matter what it looked like, however, it constantly radiated a bright white like from within its core (like the Being's eyes). The Being gave me the sword and then proceed to enact a series of slow gestures which I could tell it wanted me to repeat while holding the sword. I nodded my head that I understood what it wanted me to do. It then picked up a smaller dagger with no luminescence to it, and together we repeated the postures with our swords (which at that point, my sword had actually turned into a long, thin cylinder).
As we finished this practice, the light from within the core of my cylinder slowly grew dim. The Being looked very disappointed while it took the sword back and gave me it's dagger to hold on to. As the Being held the sword with both hands, it focused it's energy and suddenly the sword was filled with such a brilliance that I grew terrified. It was as quick as a light bulb turning on! I held the dagger up with both of my hands and stood in place to defend myself from the power just demonstrated, but I could tell that this Being did not want to harm me.
We practiced the postures together again. This time, it held the sword and I held the dagger. I studied how it moved and could tell that it was demonstrating the way it should be done for me. Mid-practice, I woke up.
This was dreamed on a Thursday last week. Last Monday was the beginning to Kayleen's Red Book circle, where we were asked to ponder what the Spirit of the Depths feels like to us... It has taken me several days (it's now Sunday) to realize that this Being could be the archetype of my Spirit of the Depths appearing to teach me... The night that I fell asleep and had this dream was the same night that I had just read a portion of Inner Work about archetypes. I had asked my subconscious to let me meet an archetype in a dream, and I believe I got to!
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For part of the dream, I was with my parents on their property. My father and I had set up our camping tents by the side of the driveway. Mom had joined us later on during the day to set her tent up as well. We looked like hobo's camping out under the manzanita trees. There was something that had to do with the waterfall as well, but I can't remember what we were doing down there.
Later during the dream, I was over the hill by the spring with a guy (my ex-lover, I suppose, who didn't resemble anyone I know in waking life). It took a lot longer to trek to the spring in my dream than it does in real life, and he and I had actually led a group of people there to camp out. We arrived far ahead of everyone else and began to set up our camp. There was a wooden structure that had been built, with a platform up in the air, and I believe a slide on one side so that people could get down in a hurry (very adultish, I know).
I began to help people unpack their gear to make camp, and I found an unattended bag that I began to riffle through. My ex-lover walked by as I pulled open the pulls from what appeared to be a sleeping bag, only to discover underwear in it. I pretended not to see it and fumbled around with the strap that opened it while asking him if he knew who this bag belonged to. It turns out that it was his. I put it away non-chalantly, digging deeper in the bag for his real sleeping gear.
At one point before the people arrived while we were still scouting out the area we began to discuss our relationship to one another; I think we may have even almost kissed, but that's when the people in our group arrived.
I woke up from that dream and fell asleep to another. I was at the airport with my father and a bunch of other people. We were pilfering around doing God knows what when we noticed that there was a new plane in the hangar. It was Steve Larsen's I believe. Turns out it was almost done being restored... but this plane was not your average airplane. It had a bus on it for the cabin, and bright yellow wings. When we noticed it, the finishing touches were being made, and Steve asked my dad to be the first to fly it.
We all went out to the tarmac and watched my dad get into the plane and taxi it out from the main hangar. When it got about 50 feet away from the hangar, a huge gust of wind shortened its takeoff to about 10 feet, and the plane was whisked up into the air. It was crazy how acrobatic the plane was in the air (and it looked dangerously out of control!). I knew my dad was an amazing pilot, and that if anyone could tame this beast, it was him.
When he landed the plane and got out, he was exhilerated. That's the end of the second dream.