Dream 19 February 2013

February 19, 2013

Dream 20130219 (Portland, OR)

I’m in a house with friends, and my son is there, too. Iltheos, Theron, Lisa, Tauno Anna, Mark, Steve, Troy and Konstantinos are there too, in a town that feels like Inner earth, but also on another planet.

The sky has an “Inner Earth” feel to it: not exactly dark, but also with no direct sun. Feels sort of like dusk or dawn or an overcast day, with diffused light. Dragons live in this world, and there are also issues of conflict between Light and Dark. My visit here is specifically intended for my learning how to fly and also how to mask and protect energy, and not to attract unwanted attention. The others are here for similar reasons, but the beginning of my memory of the dream seems to particularly relate to my flying lesson. The Dark has occupied the town, so the people live in a feudalistic state of oppression. Most people’s needs are met, but a strong sense of expectation about behaviors and beliefs pervades the culture. It’s as if the town is full of contented slaves.

My teacher is a wizard-like figure, and in general the setting feels like something out of a Tolkein novel. Iltheos is there to offer support and to protect my son.

At some point I go outside to practice what I’ve learned about flying. My teacher has just given me quite a boost, so I’m able to simply take off from the front stoop as soon as I’m outside. I soar across the street and above the buildings, flirting with the trees and even roosting in one of them. I can sense the boost from my teacher fading, and how the energy much be maintained in order to continue to be able to stay aloft. Some of my friends are outside, watching and cheering me on. I land on a lawn, and finding it quite hard to take off, I become concerned that I might not be able to learn to do this on my own. However, everyone is very encouraging, and I can hear/feel my teacher guiding me telepathically, showing me how to direct my energy and keep enough focused on flight while also paying attention to other things. I begin to see how I’ll get the hang of it. I take off again and again, and can tell I’m getting better at it. I ask my Teacher if it’s possible to take these lessons into this waking world, and he says “No, that would be a mis-direction of effort.”

Then I become aware that some troops from the “Old Republic” (the dark forces) are marching into the town square for a patrol, and I need to conceal myself. Someone has sensed that people are working on overcoming their oppression, and they want to intimidate and make their presence known. Others have come here for the same reason as me, so they are not specifically looking for me at this point, but I need to be careful that they don’t notice me.

I can see the troops by remote viewing, and they are dressed as if from mid-18th century Western culture military. There are about 5 columns of men, about 10 men deep. They march down a wide, sloping causeway towards a large plaza at the center of town. I swoop into a tree, and think for a moment about what I should do next. I hear my teacher tell me it’s time to leave, because I need to continue my lessons but I cannot do it here in town.

I need to make my way out of town, and into the forest where I can continue to work with the protection of Galadriel (Oh, now it really DOES shift into a Tolkein novel!). I know which way to go, and a few of my friends will go the first part of the way with me. My son, Troy, Steve, and Anna come along, and will go with me as far as the edge of town. My teacher accompanies me astrally, guiding me telepathically.

As we near the edge of town, I realize the Dark Dragon has sensed my presence and is now flying, hunting me. I know that I need to hide until he becomes discouraged and returns to his lair. As we walk along the roadway, I notice a small stoop with a round hatch door in the wall. I ask my companions to wait in the road while I go check it out. The round door opens to a shaft that goes downwards, and my teacher confirms that this is a good place to duck in for a short while. My friends follow. We go inside, sliding down the round tunnel, and landing on a concrete loading dock. Our feet are wet. We are in a large service room, with bins of laundry, as if in a hotel. I see a large canvas bin full of flags with gold and black designs (mostly diamonds) on them. I realize this means we are in the territory of the oppressors, these are their colors.

I also hear footsteps and realize someone is coming our way. I quickly turn and tell my friends to run back outside so they will not be in danger, and I will find a place to hide inside. They run out, I look for a way to hide our wet footprints on the concrete, and as I hide in a closet, the dream fades.

As the dream fades, I see a thin young man with light brown skin standing in a doorway, saying to me, “Livingston Road”.

When I wake up I realize that many of my recent dream locations are being woven together. I have been asking for pieces to be connected, and it seems this is happening, gradually.