I have been having very vivid dreams lately, however the following two dreams seem to be exceptionally laden with symbolism.
The first dream was a few days ago.
I was living on the top floor of the 3-floor house of my mother who was gone on vacation. She had told me that I had to be gone before she returned in one week. I didn’t have another place to go, and knew that she was ending her relationship with me.
It came to my attention that there was a whole family that I didn’t know occupying the first two floors of the house. When I went down to find out what was going on I saw that they were gutting the structure down to the beams and rafters.
I tried to talk to them and stop them, but they rudely ignored me. I even caught myself screaming at the man and pulling his hair. I thought, “this isn’t like me, why am I doing this?”
I go back upstairs and try to call my mother on a flip cell phone that looks like it comes from the late 90s. In fact, I hear the words, “1999.” A woman answers who I can somehow remember and see in my mind; she is my mother’s hispanic maid, who can hardly speak English, but she has no time for me. I want to warn my mother that people she doesn’t know are squatting in her house while she is gone and in fact demolishing and renovating it for their own use, but the maid just talks over me, and reminds me that my mother doesn’t want to see me again; I have to be gone in a week, when she returns.
Later on, I am on a bus in NYC going down a one-way white spiral ramp. The real city was above us, and the ramp was descending down the hill into a dark suburb that I didn’t like. I realized suddenly that I am going in the wrong direction. I need to go back to the city where my car is — I have an old red SUV; maybe I could camp in that until I found a new home. I asked the man sitting next to me if I could get out here to catch the bus going in the opposite direction, but he mumbled, unwilling or unable to help me.
I noticed that there was a mirror ramp to the one I was spiraling down on, this one spiraling up. Both were white: they looked like the twin spirals of DNA. So I got off the bus and stood on the curb. Where was the other ramp; how would I find my way home?
I looked up and saw directly in front of me the most amazing sight: a brown building covered with deep bas-relief sculptures of people frozen in contorted poses. They looked almost alive, but the vision of the sculptor was very gothic: they seemed to be in pain or at least in the drama of overwhelming emotions.
Perhaps it was the end of the day, or perhaps it was the depth of the descent I had made, but the day was very dark; it seemed to be twilight. The light on these figures was extraordinary; the setting sun that was filtering down from above was highlighting the writhing human figures, lit dramatically as if by a theatrical spotlight.
I stopped, entranced. “Perhaps I should photograph this? I should remember to stop worrying about what I am going to do (my future), and be present in this moment. I’ll never see this again.”
I had the second dream this morning.
I dreamed that I had put down a deposit for a new loft apartment in what I have come to know as my dream version of NYC. It was huge; my dream loft! I was taking a friend through it when I found out that the “owner” had absconded with my money. I was appalled to realize that I had not thought to sign a lease, or even get a receipt.
So my friend took me to his loft space, and showed me around. I asked him if he could share the space, but he said that he wouldn’t have his home for very much longer, and until he left, he could only use it during the week, not the weekend.
In the next scene, we were traveling around the area. My friend said he liked his hometown —it was an area outside and above the city — because it was quiet and less hectic. As we walked around, we discovered a shocking fact: the buildings of the neighborhood that my friend liked were in the process of being demolished, or gutted, and the buildings torn down. The very ground was being raked — I heard “fracked” — and the Earth was exposed and brown. This “renovation” was going to completely change the neighborhood and environment.
Here is how I interpret the symbology of my dreams:
a house with 3 floors
—1st, 2nd, and 3rd dimensions
this is my old home, the home of my mother
—my old reality, the old earth
I am not to stay, my own closest relative is kicking me out
— the old paradigm won’t let me stay, even if I want to
the 3rd floor is still intact, but in flux
— the 3rd dimension is changing
the 1st and 2nd floors are being gutted
—the 1st/2nd dimensions are being gutted
the demolition has been going on unnoticed, without our knowledge
—up until now we did not know what has been happening on a conscious level, in our daily lives
this will affect the 3rd floor
—the changing of the basis of the 3rd dimension [the 3rd floor is supported by the 1st & 2nd dimensions], will change the 3rd dimension as well
It came to my attention that there was a whole family that I didn’t know occupying the first two floors of the house.
—we are now noticing the changes, they have become obvious
I tried to talk to them and stop them, but they rudely ignored me.
— no matter what we do, the demolition continues
the strangers on the 1-2 floors are oblivious to us; won’t/can’t listen or communicate with us
—the inhabitants of the levels [old Earth/dimensions/reality] below us can’t hear or see us
“this isn’t like me, why am I doing this?”
—I recognize that my behavior is wrong for the level of my [spiritual] maturity, and immediately stop
they are gutting the structure
—a complete change at a root level of reality
a whole new family will move in once they have finished renovating their floors
—new inhabitants of that dimension will live there now that we have left
I go back upstairs and try to call my mother
— my mother represents my Earth-based origins and Earth-based DNA
on a flip cell phone that looks like it comes from the late 90s. In fact, I hear the words, “1999.”
— 1999 was the last year before my life changed radically
my mother’s maid
—my mother never had a maid, she did all the housework herself: she was not someone who would ever hire a servant, so she, as a representive of the old guard, has changed too.
my mother doesn’t want to see me again
—in my dream my mother no longer wants a relationship with me, is disconnecting from me
I have to be gone in a week
— deadline of 7 days or 7 months? Is this my ascension or that of the Earth? The deadline had an immediacy that indicates my move must be “soon”
I am on a bus in NYC going down a one-way white spiral ramp
— the downward spiral of the old Earth, DNA
The real city was above us
—the real city refers to the new city of the new Earth
the ramp was descending down the hill into a dark suburb that I didn’t like
—the descending timeline of the old Earth
I realize suddenly that I am going in the wrong direction
—joining those who have decided [on some level of their being] to stay in the old paradigm of fear and control
I need to go back to where my car is
—my car represents my [old/new] body: my vehicle/my freedom
I had an old red SUV
—red for the Earth and the root chakra: symbol for my body, my physical form
I asked the man sitting next to me if I could get out here to catch the bus going in the opposite direction, but he mumbled, unwilling or unable to help me
— the denizens of the old Earth cannot communicate or help us, they are on their way “out” of the city [leaving as the new Earth ascends]
white transportation ramps
—the twin spirals of DNA; the decent or “fall” of man is represented by the downward spiral; the evolution of man and the Earth is represented by the upward spiral
Where was the other ramp; how would I find my way home?
—my home is my original vibrational awareness; how do I get there?
a brown building covered with deep bas-relief sculptures
—the old Earth
people frozen in contorted poses
—people are imprisoned in the density of the old Earth stuck
in pain or at least in the drama of overwhelming emotions
—the lower density of fear and emotional and physical pain
it was the end of the day
—the end of an era
the depth of the descent I had made
—we all descended down into the depths of the old to bring the new vibration into the Earth
the setting sun that was filtering down from above
— the knowledge and light of the New Earth/ New Sun filters down into the old Earth
highlighting the writhing human figures
— demonstrating the anguish of the old paradigm of fear and lack
I stopped, entranced. “Perhaps I should photograph this?”
— I should record [take notice/remember] this moment
I should remember to stop worrying about what I am going to do (my future), and be present in this moment.
— I am safe, and should be aware of the beauty in every moment
“I’ll never see this again.”
— the old timeline is ending, the old Earth is disappearing for good
The second dream:
I dreamed that I had put down a security deposit for a new loft apartment
— no security, no continuance of the old timeline
the “owner” had absconded with my money
— not to be trusted; the old paradigm, based upon greed
I was appalled to realize that I had not thought to sign a lease, or even get a receipt
— not able to plan for the future, or make any agreements
he wouldn’t have his home for much longer
—the end of the old timeline, the old home vibration
until he left, he could only use [his home] during the week, not the weekend
— the old paradigm is for business, not pleasure [business represents the old paradigm, pleasure is the new: work vs. play]
The next scene, we were traveling around the area. My friend said he liked his hometown —it was an area outside and above the city — because it was quiet and less hectic
— the transition area is quieter [but also ending]
the buildings of the neighborhood that my friend liked, were being demolished, gutted, and the buildings torn down
— even that which you like of the old is being demolished
The very ground was being raked — I heard “fracked” — and the Earth was exposed down to the brown dirt
— the Earth is being renovated down to the elements of its composition
This “renovation” was going to completely change the neighborhood/environment
— these renovations will completely change humanity [neighborhood, how we relate to each other] and the Earth [the environment]
My dreams are often in major cities. My dream version of New York never resembles the real city, instead, it consists of several sub-sections — neighborhoods — positioned on hills above the city itself. This city is one of the cities that I continually go to in my dreams.
After years and years of these repetitive themes, it is obvious to me that I am trying to “go back home” to my origins — to my home vibration. The vehicle that I am using, whether an old car or a bicycle that breaks down, represents my physical body, and is obviously inadequate, and I fear that I may fail in my task. I may not get home, because I don’t have the proper vehicle: a physical form that can take higher frequencies. This means to me that to “reach home” my body has to evolve to withstand the higher frequency of my original being.
My dreams seem to represent personal as well as global change. I feel that there is a lot going on but that we are not privy to the majority of what is actually happening.
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