If it were my dream, it would feel like the Patriarchy with all of its abuses invading my 'sacred space'.
BTW: I dreamed about Trump before he was elected in 2016. It was quite a detailed dream and I told everyone he would definitely win the election based on what I saw and experienced in the dream. At that time, few thought he could or would win, but I knew from the dream he could...and would. And, he did.
No, I have had these types of precognitive or felt-sense 'knowing' dreams since I was very young - the first one I remember, which shifted my consciousness irrevocably and fueled my psycho-spiritual existence, occurred when I was four years old.
How I’d love to meet you in a coffee shop and talk all afternoon. I’ll pour another cup and call this Caribou’s. How fascinating! Todd, my husband, has also had such dreams throughout his life. I still listen to his dream reports and pay close attention to the ones that stand out to him. I’ve not experienced premonitions, but I know when a dream has stepped behind the veil. I suppose all dreams are, but there’s a quality I’m examining about such dreams I call “Southwest” as they arrive gritty as if on a western movie set. I think the processes of imagination are vast, including premonition. Society has tried to diminish imagination as fancy or not real. But I think what ails society is a lack of imagination or its misuse to sow fear. I wonder if those who have sought relief through the imagination have learned more of its attributes that expand soul work? I suppose some have also gotten lost there. That was once a deep fear I held but probably an extension of being called crazy. Now, I’m like, call me crazy but I have this rich process of imagination that has all sorts of gifts.
This comment of yours really struck me because of a poem I wrote of a dream I had that was exactly as you describe here: It took place in the ‘Old West’ (versus South West) and I comment on the celluloid quality of the dream in the poem. The poem was (coincidentally) called ‘Southward’ (close to ‘South West’!) I’ll have to dig it up and share it with you once I find it.
Thank you for the reference to the Woodman video. In the dream, orange juice, orange hair, leading the men away from their healthy masculinity; a squeezed breast with no connection to lover, mother, child.
This particular one was causing a backup because of my reluctance to tend the Orange Intolerable. Now I can release some other dreams. Thanks for letting me know you are here!
Treat your dreams, dream images, and dream figures as living and you can tend them a long time. It’s a slow process but you’ll notice the expansion. Then, you’ll notice the serendipity of dreams crossing into the waking world. As a poet you’ll recognize the flow!
If it were my dream, it would feel like the Patriarchy with all of its abuses invading my 'sacred space'.
BTW: I dreamed about Trump before he was elected in 2016. It was quite a detailed dream and I told everyone he would definitely win the election based on what I saw and experienced in the dream. At that time, few thought he could or would win, but I knew from the dream he could...and would. And, he did.
Ah, yes, the invasion of our individual sacred space—our homes.
What a dream to have! Have you tended it with a group or another person? It seems important given its arrival with details.
No, I have had these types of precognitive or felt-sense 'knowing' dreams since I was very young - the first one I remember, which shifted my consciousness irrevocably and fueled my psycho-spiritual existence, occurred when I was four years old.
How I’d love to meet you in a coffee shop and talk all afternoon. I’ll pour another cup and call this Caribou’s. How fascinating! Todd, my husband, has also had such dreams throughout his life. I still listen to his dream reports and pay close attention to the ones that stand out to him. I’ve not experienced premonitions, but I know when a dream has stepped behind the veil. I suppose all dreams are, but there’s a quality I’m examining about such dreams I call “Southwest” as they arrive gritty as if on a western movie set. I think the processes of imagination are vast, including premonition. Society has tried to diminish imagination as fancy or not real. But I think what ails society is a lack of imagination or its misuse to sow fear. I wonder if those who have sought relief through the imagination have learned more of its attributes that expand soul work? I suppose some have also gotten lost there. That was once a deep fear I held but probably an extension of being called crazy. Now, I’m like, call me crazy but I have this rich process of imagination that has all sorts of gifts.
This comment of yours really struck me because of a poem I wrote of a dream I had that was exactly as you describe here: It took place in the ‘Old West’ (versus South West) and I comment on the celluloid quality of the dream in the poem. The poem was (coincidentally) called ‘Southward’ (close to ‘South West’!) I’ll have to dig it up and share it with you once I find it.
Oh! I’d love to read your Southward poem!
Hoping I can find it, I have a few boxes to look through.
Thank you for the reference to the Woodman video. In the dream, orange juice, orange hair, leading the men away from their healthy masculinity; a squeezed breast with no connection to lover, mother, child.
Great expansion, Naomi. You open up the dream to examine the lack of nutrition and nurturing. Woodman continues to offer us both.
This particular one was causing a backup because of my reluctance to tend the Orange Intolerable. Now I can release some other dreams. Thanks for letting me know you are here!
Treat your dreams, dream images, and dream figures as living and you can tend them a long time. It’s a slow process but you’ll notice the expansion. Then, you’ll notice the serendipity of dreams crossing into the waking world. As a poet you’ll recognize the flow!