Many emotional dreams lately. Here is one from this morning.
Dream: Remembering Him
I situated myself on my back without a pillow and put the pillow over the top of my head and rested my hands there. This position tends to bring on lucidity and K energy, especially lately.
I found myself in a small garden. This one was newly tilled and unplanted. I was excited to be there and pointed to some mounds in the distance asking if anything had been planted there yet. The woman with me told me it had not and I said, “Good! I want to plant some squash.” I knew it was not too late because it was the month of May and squash did well in the warmer weather.
It took me no time to get to planting and I began by pulling out what looked like weeds. What they turned out to be were various veggie plants that had grown from the old plant left from the previous season. I pulled up a part of a broccoli crown that had roots shooting out of the tiny green “leaves” of the top. This pleased me and I told the woman I would replant it, excited that it was already growing so well. When I pulled up the next one it was part of a carrot, a huge, thick, healthy one. Again, I was excited, and I passed the piece to her and dug up the rest, keeping it but not eating it.
I continued to dig for a bit and then my mind and emotion wandered. It was like the subject changed suddenly. My woman friend was no longer there in the dream. Instead there was a familiar energy, that of a friend and someone I love so, so deeply that words alone are not enough. The garden was still around me but now there was a tall, dark, handsome man there with me. When I saw him I was overjoyed and I went over to him and embraced him. I can’t recall his exact looks because it was like his face shifted through various likenesses, perhaps memories of all the different human forms I’ve known him to take.
The feelings that filled me were so joyous, so hopeful, so excited. I was overflowing with love and kinship for this man. I knew he and I shared a special bond. The feeling is not one I’ve had in this lifetime except with one person but since that time was so brief, I cannot say it was the same. The feeling was definitely what I would expect only twins would feel for each other. A Knowing of the other, inside and out, and a connection beyond comprehension by anyone without the experience. It was very much like he was my brother, my best friend, my companion through thick and thin, and my life partner all bundled into one.
There was a whole history there in my memory as I stood there with him, holding his hand and touching him whenever I had the chance. There was memory that we had been lovers many times over. A specific time came to mind and I knew, though what we shared was special, he was searching for something and that something could not be found in or with me. In the dream this played out as us being together but him looking far into the distance, his mind and energy directed elsewhere. There was silence between us and it felt as if he desired to have more – more conversation, more excitement, more adventure. He was not satisfied with just being there with me in the silence and enjoying Being together. I remember hearing, “We have nothing to talk about.” I don’t know if I said it, he said it, or we both did.
My disappointed was overwhelming and I grieved but not in a way that is usual in a body. It was full of understanding and acceptance. I let him go, watched him go in the direction he had been looking, and then fade away, but I could still feel him, feel Us, feel our bond. What I felt is hard to describe. There was a definite whiny quality to it along with a restlessness. I remember pacing back and forth as I spoke aloud to someone about what I was feeling. There was acceptance of his decision but I did not like it nor want it. My pacing continued and intensified the more I despaired. Time felt to stretch forever with me trapped inside.
What I was feeling almost brought on full lucidity but I never quite made it to full awareness. I found myself going to a bed in the dark space I paced in. It was clear I was seeking to hide, to sleep, to immerse myself in sweet oblivion. I would lay down and then sit up, still restless, unable to forget.
I began to cry, slow, silent tears. The emotion woke me up and I lay stunned in bed, wiping my eyes and trying to contact all the emotion of the dream. All I could find were remnants but I did contact that infinite bond of friendship, love and kinship. Oh how sweet it tastes!
Guidance
Not long ago, maybe two days now, I was told by my guidance that help would be offered. I was told, “We will show you yourself.” In that moment it felt like what I would see was unwanted and hidden away. I think, though, that this dream reveals a part of it.
About a week ago I realized that part of my struggle is in accepting the masculine – within and without. I reject the masculine and tend to demonize all males, blaming them and sometimes hating them. It was and is clear to me that I must embrace the masculine, to love and be in awe of Him. There is so much distrust of the masculine that must be inspected, forgiven and embraced. I asked, “How?” and got no audible answer. Yet I knew it required I look within, deep within and beyond physicality.
It could that the physical me interprets the experience of missing that “other half” as rejection and abandonment. It is understandable, then, that the result would be resentment and blame. This physical me has a tendency to barricade herself behind walls of protection. Any suspicion of threat is kept behind those walls. It can be hard to accept that the one you love most is not satisfied with what you provide. But there is understanding, also, that they are seeking outwardly what they already have within. Every experience beyond Us will only strengthen our bond.
It seems to me that I have spent many lifetimes seeking that which I miss the most. The grief and restlessness seeps through into physical reality and consciousness, leaving an emptiness that cannot be filled.
