Category Archives: Ocean

Dreams of Resorts & Crime Scenes: Learning About Healing & Development in the Real World

10 June 2017

Today I want to write about some thoughts which came to mind when I read Richard Hastings’ post Healing or Development.

I can think of no two environments which are more polar opposite than a resort and a crime scene. Interestingly, these are the two types of environments which have the greatest impact on me when they show up in dreams.

Here’s a fun fact about me though. Do you want to know my idea of a really enjoyable afternoon? Relaxing on the beach and reading a crime-filled book like Frankenstein. It’s strange isn’t it?

This didn’t really make sense to me until I read Richard’s post about Healing and Development.

Let’s put the real description of my enjoyable holiday aside for a moment and just look at the metpahor of the resort and crime scene.

In a recent dream I had of a resort I was a resident there – lived in a state of healing – and a negative person showed up with a task for me which appeared impossible for me to accomplish. It took me out of my relaxed state and put me into work mode. In the past this used to make me feel angry.

But now that I am understanding the difference between a resort as a metaphor and opportunities for development better than I can see there is nothing to get angry about when opportunities for work come up. When a negative person shows up in a dream and brings “work” it means there has been some sort of unlawful action and the work is to get to the heart of the matter by understanding what principle was infringed on, where the bad behaviour showed up and how it can be prevented in the future.

In real life, people have done some bad behaviour to me or around me which has resulted in some negatives and some positives. The most negative is that it has led to my condition of seemingly-endless state of poverty and the most positive is that it had developed in me a keen ability to assess criminal behaviour, to understand the criminal mindset and to move forward through every wall which arises so that I feel a general sense of fulfillment in my life, despite not having a lot to “show for it” in the way most people judge success.

No awards. No big house. No fancy car. No brand-name clothing. No elaborate holidays. No shiny hubcaps. No valuable collections of anything. Nothing that meets the status quo for “success.”

But what I can do is spot a criminal in a crowd. I do it when I’m dreaming and I do it when I’m awake.

I can identify one lie in a sea of truths.

I can also spot one truth in a sea of lies.

I can look at humanity’s most ugliest truths head-on and I can slice through illusions like a sword through fabric.

I do it so easily it’s like I’m vacationing even while I’m dealing with gangs, cults, killers, and thieves.

This kind of work, in a dream or in real life, requires being open to developing at every moment. It’s work because you always know something and also don’t know everything.

There is a willingness at every moment to learn new facts, new information, new ways. You can’t walk into a crime scene and be close-minded. All your senses are on alert at every moment. Listening. Watching. Observing. Smelling. Touching. Tasting. There is no more alert state I can think of than when walking into an environment when a human life has been taken and the answer to how and who is right there in front of you if you just pay close enough attention.

I can’t think of a state which is more opposite from being at a resort than this. If a resort is healing, than a crime scene is development at it’s height.

In real life, I’ve been working on investigative work into crimes on a part-time basis since I was 19. Only in the past year have I started to be more open about this work that I do because it’s just time to share the results of what I’ve been investigating.

It’s my hope that one day when I take vacations I can rock climb, and bungie jump and scuba dive and do really fun adventurous things. But at the moment, my work life is so intense that when I vacation I love the physical rest and relaxation.

But I go to the beach and bring along Sherlock Holmes. Go figure!

 

 

Dream: Ocean & Chocolate

31 March 2017

In the dream I had been somewhere else a bit chaotic. (I might remember more details later). But then I got to the ocean. I leaped onto a large inner tube and floated around. Others were doing their floating thing too but I didn’t join them directly. Just beside them. I am floating around bumping into other inner tubes. The group thinks what I want to do can’t be done. I am trying to gather them together or break out altogether. Others think it can’t be done. That’s why they don’t help.

So then, I’m standing on a wood dock and O.R. is with me, sort of pacing back and forth. He’s told his girl friend that he wants to break up with her, that it’s over between them. She has a little toddler in her hand but it seems to not be the child they had together in real life. She is walking back and forth, shouting. He’s trying to keep her as calm as possible. I’m watching the scene unfold from a distance.

Then it gets to a point where she calms down and becomes really logical. She just asks about money and paying bills and how the house will be divided and how visits with children will be arranged. They work it out until there is no more issues or conflict.

Then O.R. approaches me and says, “Hey, how’s it going? When did you get here?” I can’t tell if he saw me before and ignored me until now or if he really didn’t know I was there all along. Either way, I put my paper and pen away and we head upstairs to a grassy area.

While O.R. and I are talking my friend sees us and she says she thinks he and I are together. “No, we’ve just been friends since childhood,” I tell her. Then I take a piece of chocolate I’ve been eating and I put it into his mouth. She looks at me like, “come on. you two are perfect for each other.”

I like the feeling of putting the sweet chocolate in his mouth and the way he smiles when he receives it. We know what we have can’t be defined by labels like “girlfriend/boyfriend” anyways so it doesn’t matter what she thinks.

When I put the chocolate on his tongue I just feel so much love.

Dream: A Breaching Whale

11 March 2017

The beginning of the dream was just ordinary and regular. It was one of those mundane kinds of dreams about mundane life things which bore me silly.

Someone gave me $60 and asked me to share it equally between 3 people so I did that.

But then later I went into the ocean. Someone there, like a scuba diver, gathered a school of about a couple dozen fish together. They were not dead but they were also not moving. They just floated on the surface of the water. I was also floating on the surface.

Then the scuba diver just told me to keep the fish together and to float alongside with them. He told me there was a whale under the water and not to be afraid.

Then he swam away.

I was floating and saw the shadowy shape of the whale under the surface and soon it leapt out of the air and breached right nearby. I huddle the fish together after the waves dispersed.

Then the whale breached again. This time right nearby us, even closer.

I huddled the fish together again.

Then when it lept again it soared right over us. I looked up really captivated. It was like it was going in slow motion. I had a hint of fear that it would land without its tail fully passing over us but soon saw that it had enough clearance to land on the other side of us.

That moment of watching this enormous beautiful whale transcend its watery home and fly like an eagle over us was just so captivating. I was awe-struck and mesmerized.

I’ll write more about the analysis of this soon.

 

Daily Dream Diary – Seaside & Rattling

December 17, 2016

There’s just these few images from the dream last night.

I am running up and down sandy hills on an ocean shore.

Then I am crawling beneath wooden benches which are cob-webby and eventually I push it off me.

A friend is there shaking a rattle to a song and others are in a drumming circle. The music is uplifting.

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Ocean is about life and relationships.

Running is about endurance and physical strength.

Crawling through something like that is like crawling through small spaces in my mind and pushing the bench off is like opening up new spaces.

A friend shaking a rattle in a drumming circle is about being connected and being uplifting in my words and actions.

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The biggest challenge I have right now in the dream is the crawling thing so what I can do is think about where in life am I the most confined – the answer is clearly my finances – and then I can think about what can I do to create more space and get out of confinement?

When I write about my story this is a part of my breaking free from the mould and creating a new self and a new life for me and my daughter.

Animal Dream: Sting Ray

December 28, 2016

A few days ago I dreamed of a Sting Ray in my livingroom. 

A Sting Ray is a large ocean creature which isn’t aggressive by nature like a shark.

I checked out a few things about Sting Rays and this is what I found about their behaviour.

They like to swim with people! Are playful and friendly. They also do what appears to be flying under water! What beautiful creatures!

Sting Rays love people!!

Interestingly, the narrator indicates that Sting Rays are a relative to the Shark but without the aggressive nature. That is so interesting because in my dream, I first thought it was a Shark in my livingroom but on closer inspection found it was a Sting Ray. I love how perfect the Dreamworld is and am awe-inspired at the perfection of the dream.

They also pick up on people’s energy and so tourists are told to send them a “Love Vibe” so the Sting Ray feels happy.

They also “fly” out of water like the one in my dream flew off the floor and attached to the window.

But they also like to nestle deep into the sand becoming nearly invisible.

Yet when they attack it is quick, accurate and vicious.

I take this time to remember Steve Irwin and present the true story of how he died, which is different than the lies the media told.