Dreams and Dreamscapes

Last night I had a dream that encompassed many facets of my life. Its setting was a giant school full of gods and students. Two seperate factions existed. One was the manistream, dominant. When I say dominant I mean that most of the people at this school were unaware of the existance of that other force, the other group of students. They were unaware of the struggle that went on to make them more aware, they simply went along with the dominant stream, the "normal". I can't say that this stream was "evil", because it doesn't seem to quite apply. It's just that Those that had not seen the Other side didn't really think about choice, hadn't really awakened to the possibilities.

The other group, I guess you could call them subversive. I mean subversive in its forms of fighting- quietly not by force. The goal seemed to be to create a balance, to let those other students who were unaware make a choice, to create more possibilites for the students. It is much deeper than that but in the dream I understood the differances so clearly that they did not need to be defined, and so I can not clearly define them even now. But I was sitting in that corner, I didn't begin by being aligned with this group, but started my journey with them to help a friend. I started out as a regular student, who helped a friend who needed me. She was aligned with this other group, and as I helped her, I began to see and want to help this other group.

There was to be a giant game. A match to be played out in a giant stadium. This match was to be a sort of battle between the two sides, although those in the stands were still mainly unaware of the importance of the match itself, thinking they were just watching a great game. This tournament was to be the final deciding space for both sides. They would test their wills and selves against each other, and see what happened, rather than trying to conrol the masses who were in school. It was not about winning or losing, but about confrontation, and testing each other, and seeing what result would come of this, and where we could go afterwards.

In the dream, myself and some of the other members of this second group dressed up in costumes, to become a part of the crowd and evoke responses. I remember at one point being dressed up as a giant cow.... which sounds pretty funny, but in the dream it evoked memories and associations of the hindu/eastern beliefs. It was like we were taking on the roles of gods ourselves to help our cause.

Right before I awoke, near the completion of this match, a third force came. I was standing with Etienne in our "office" a room with giant windows for watching the game. A giant tornado came, prepared to obliterate everything, it was coming for us.... it wanted to consume us. And I turned myself into a small tornado, and stood in its path. I said to it/him, "No, this is my choice, this is the one I want to learn from and stand with, I am exactly where I want to be. You can destroy me, and him and all of this, but you can not destroy that choice. I can not fight you, but I will not give in to you."

He stood there, a force that filled my vision and obliterated all view of the sky, the game, the crowd, the sun, the world.... and he smiled. I think he chuckled/was amused by my audacity to stand up to such strength with nothing more than my self. And he said something to the effect of

"Excellent. You and him both, now you are teachers. You choose this path, as I knew you would... and all of you eventually do. But for you both, it is the only choice. Go and teach, go and be who you Are. It is time for you to begin to learn again." (of course teaching means being a student, lest we forget that)

I wish I could remember the exact wording.... could convey the images and experiences and sensations and feelings that rushed through my soul when he spoke. The conversation was much more than words- it was an allbeing conversation. But I think unless you've experienced that sort of thing yourself, you probably won't understand it. The sense I got was one of completion, of power, of certainty, of grounding, of flying and of being exactly right. The images were about him and I teaching- of me teaching, of a lifetime of experiences, but all focused on one path, not splitting or diverging. It was incredible, joyful, powerful, awe-some. It was a sense of coming home.

And at the end of the dream, before I woke up I saw the founder of the other side, and I realized that all three (not two as there had been at the beginning... for this tornado was beyond either side) factions had become aligned. We were all working from different ends, for the same force.

And then I awoke.