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ROBERT'S DREAM GALLERY

We need to do something with our dreams, to honor and celebrate our dream experiences and bring their energy into waking life.  Visual artists have an immediate way to do this.  Even if you think you have no artistic ability, try sketching a scene or symbol from your dreams rapidly and you may be surprised at what you find flowing through. If that naysayer in the left brain keeps blocking you ("I can never reproduce those colors...that galloping stallion...that fertile river") use your non-dominant hand and move as fast across the page as possible.   I often use oil crayons or simply colored pencils for this.

Here are a few samples of pictures that leaped from my dreams...

Return from the Earth Mountain

In January, 1995 I had a thrilling dream in which I went on a cosmic ride to an earth-mountain floating high above the clouds, out among the stars. I felt very close to the Goddess here, and worked with a dark-haired woman who was a warrior-priestess. The place was home to a spiritual university, where I was both teacher and student. I made the return journey on a fabulous steed: a tremendous silvery winged serpent. I surfaced from the dream with all the symptoms of travel fatigue. I felt quite certain that the sacred university and the earth-mountain of the Goddess exist somewhere – if not in physical reality then in a parallel reality that is no less "real" and may be more so.

The King’s Dolmen

When I started following a shamanic path, learning from the ways of indigenous peoples, some of my fierce Scottish ancestors came stalking me in my dreams, saying in effect, "Look here, laddie, we know a thing or two also." I dreamed of a druid who lived around the turn of the sixth century, and had to flee for his life after the death of the pagan king he counselled in a bloody battle in the Western Border country. When I visited the hill of battle, north of Carlisle, I found two black warbirds that had been freshly killed; they seemed to have slain each other. In both waking and sleeping dreams, the druid has shown me how to journey into the darker regions of the Land of the Dead to release souls that have been held there. And how to raise the Dragon….This picture evokes his world, a world in which trees are teachers and the groves are churches. But the druid of my dreams wears a different face from the figure here, and stands taller, looking through the surface of things into a deeper world through his cool blue eyes.

A Path Worth Following

In a waking dream, in the midst of a shamanic drumming circle, I found myself journeying swiftly down a long passage of cut stone. I came out onto a sunlit path on a high mountain, leading to a stone gateway that filled me with eager curiosity. On the path, between me and the gateway, was an extraordinary being. It was the size and general shape of a sturdy child of nine or ten. But its wide, ovoid head resembled "E.T." more than any human child. It did not appear to be wearing clothing, yet there was no clear indication of sex. It reminded me of a pre-Columbian gold statue, except that it was so vibrantly alive. Its whole body glowed a rich amber-gold; its energy field shimmered with rainbow lights. I felt a delicious tingle as the rainbow shimmer enfolded me. It felt like falling in love…I knew this was a path worth following.

Note: For a fuller account of this numinous encounter and its place in a rich sequence of dream and synchronicity, see Robert’s article "The Dream People Are Calling You" in Dream Network vol 18, no.2 (summer 1999).

© 1999 Robert Moss.  All rights reserved.

...and from dreamer Katy Allgeyer...

"DREAMING WOKE UP THE ARTIST IN ME"