Deerheart Dreams

December 28, 2008, Flying on Wings of Joy

2008-12-28T22:46:00.003-05:00

I set a dream intention to have a lucid dream, to meet my spirit guide, Doe Eyes, and ask her what my skin is telling me by itching so.

I dream I am giving my female friend a ride on my bicycle. The tires are inflated unevenly so the bicycle rides with difficulty. We stop for a rest. I go into the basement. She leans against the foundation of the building near the cellar window. I go to the cellar window and talk with her from inside the basement. I tell her I am having trouble remembering where we went and what we bought at the store during our errands. She says she is having trouble remembering too.

Then I realize that we are dreaming! I realize that I can fly! I float up to the basement ceiling and lay there on the beams. Then I fly out the window and in through the closed window into my childhood bedroom. I pass through the glass easily without breaking it. I fly to the wall and push off one wall, then another, then another, then the ceiling, then the floor. After I have bounced off of the walls for a while, I fly out through the closed window again and then in through the closed window of the living room. I swing on the chandelier, around and around, again and again. I am having so much fun, I wear myself out from exhaustion, my heart is beating rapidly. I wake up.

Having had a lucid dream, I reset my intention to meet my spirit guide, Doe Eyes, and ask her why I have itching skin. I drift into a trance...

I am in a teepee, laying beside a blazing fire. Sparks fly into the air. I hear the sound of drumming and a song being sung by a shaman outside the tent. A native North American woman is with me. I have summoned her. I call her Doe Eyes and Doe Heart and Princess Spirit. She is my spirit guide. I ask her what her name is. She replies, "My name is not important." I ask her the cause of itching skin. She replies, "You suffer greatly. You are attached to your suffering. Let go of your suffering. Follow the spirit way. Walk lightly with joy in your heart. Let your spirit soar like the birds. You are a turtledove. Do not be like the turtle, hiding in your shell. Be like the dove, flying through the air. Do not worry about the future. The future will take care of itself. Fly on wings of joy! Walk the spirit path. Put one foot in front of the other with confidence. The path will be there to support you when you walk. The air will be there to support you when you fly. Others are there to help you on your path. Trust them to lead you through the darkness safely. This is the spirit way."

December 12, 2008, Buffy the Nurturer

2008-12-12T21:11:00.003-05:00

I dream I am at Quaker meeting. It is a small meeting, not more than ten people. The meeting room is very large with a hardwood floor. We are all sitting on the bare floor. There are two piles of burned wood in the center of the circle, like burned out camp fires.

I am cuddling an attractive young woman. She is sitting on my lap. We spin around on the floor to face into the middle of the circle and slide into the arc of the circle. I raise my arms, with my left arm around her head, and clasp my hands above our heads. I feel very happy and comfortable, safe, and secure, full of love and affection for her. It feels mutual.

The man leading the meeting on the other side of the circle is very uncomfortable and literally climbs the wall, like a spider (like Spider Man). He feels frustrated. He has all of the responsibility of leading the meetings without receiving the love and appreciation that he needs.

The woman I am cuddling is wearing a backless blouse. I rub her all over her warm, smooth, tanned back. It feels good. Her blouse front has straps that tie at the neck. I tie the straps at the back of her neck, but she tells me not to, so I untie them for her. I ask her why she does not want her straps tied. She tells me she is like Buffy. I ask, "Do you mean Buffy the Vampire Slayer?" She says, "No." I ask her, "Do you mean Buffy Sainte-Marie? She responds, "Who is Buffy Sainte-Marie?" I am puzzled by her answering my question with another question.

As I write this, I recall that Buffy Sainte-Marie breast-fed her baby on Sesame Street. The woman I am cuddling with obviously represents the nurturing that I need in my life. Buffy Sainte-Marie is a Native American folk singer that I greatly admire. She inspires me. She nurtured my creativity and imagination as a young man. She is one of the many muses I have had in my life.

December 1, 2008, The Dream Game

2008-12-01T14:39:00.006-05:00

I dream I am riding bicycles with a female friend of mine. She rides her bicycle first. I follow her on my bicycle. When she reaches a corner she is about to turn left, but there are people blocking the way, so she turns right. As we coast down a hill I pass her and start peddling up a steep hill. I see ahead of me a dark gray cloud up in the sky. Wisps of dark cloud come down in a vertical line, swirling and mixing with leaves from the ground. I realize it is a tornado forming, so we turn around and go another way. We bicycle down to the water, a pond or a bay. Over the water we can see several tornadoes forming and coming our way. We look for a place to lay on the ground to protect ourselves from the tornadoes. We do not find a suitable spot so we go into a school building. I meet a male friend of mine, who tells me he was lifted up off the ground one or two feet by a tornado. He says it was fun. He then shows me a small box with a clear plastic window revealing several DVD ROM disks. The one on the top has a picture of the Pope wearing white getting into a white car. I think it is a Catholic video, but the title reads "Dreams." My friend says he thinks I will be interested in playing this computer dream game.

November 30, 2008, The Toy Maker

2008-11-30T12:58:00.003-05:00

I dream I am talking with a man from Canada who makes toys out of wood. He is even wearing a wooden hat made out of miniature log cabin logs. We are sitting on stools at a counter, like at an old fashioned soda fountain. He has many toys in front of him. As I look at the toys, I am flying, like superman might fly, horizontally, head first, over a miniature landscape covered with wooden toys, scenes of farms and scenes of war, with exploding haystacks going up in smoke. I am amazed by the skill of the toymaker to make such wondrous things.

November 27, 2008, The Flying Frog

2008-11-27T14:19:00.002-05:00

I dream I am outdoors in nature, with bushes and trees. Beneath a bush I find a large frog. I pick it up. The frog jumps up into the air and flies around in a loop before it comes down into my hands. I examine the frog. It has webbing between its arms and legs, like a flying squirrel. When it breathes it swells up like a balloon or a bullfrog. It is light on its belly and dark green on its back. I let it go under a bush. A cat scratches it and tears it open, with its claws. I pick up the frog again. It is deflated and flat. I feel sad that the frog is damaged and dead. It feels like such a waste for such a beautiful creature to die like this. It feels like the cat is vicious and cruel and yet I know that the cat is only doing what comes naturally.

November 15, 2008, The Master Artist Animator

2008-11-15T12:15:00.000-05:00

I dream that I meet a man who is a master artist. He makes an animation of looking through a tube. On the other end are plants like willow branches blowing in the wind up in the air or like seaweed waving down under the ocean. Then there is an organism, a giant eye on a stalk, looking through the tube at me in the animation. The artist reads a book he has called Commentary on Art. Then he writes his own commentary on art in response to it.

October 13, 2008, The Secret Cave

2008-10-13T20:12:00.000-04:00

I dream I hike through the jungle with a group of people to a secret cave. We are wearing large hats to protect us from the rain as it pours down on us. Only I am able to open and enter the secret cave and find the treasure inside. Another man tries and fails to do so. We perform a ritual at the cave site in a circle around a fire. There is a woman on either side of me in the circle. I am leading the ritual. The ritual performs its magick, the cave opens and I enter and enjoy the beautiful shining treasure inside.

October 10, 2008, Stairway to Heaven

2008-10-10T20:10:00.000-04:00

I dream I am in my childhood home. My mother is alive with me there in the kitchen. She died many years ago. I am happy to be with her again. She leaves the kitchen and heads up the back stairs toward the attic. I am sad that she is leaving me. I beg her to hug me before she goes back to heaven. She keeps walking up the stairs. As she walks up the final flight of stairs, I reach out and touch her. She turns around and I hug her. When the hug ends she steps back and looks at me. Her expression is kind of blank. She seems surprised that I hugged her. She then turns around and walks up the rest of the stairs into the light shining down from the attic.

September 8, 2008, The Master Gardener

2008-09-08T20:08:00.000-04:00

I dream that my neighbor, a middle age balding man, is teaching me gardening and the language of plants. Where the plants are planted and growing communicates information, but never the same thing twice, always something new. My neighbor gives me illustrated greeting cards and picture books about gardening. My parents have died and my neighbor has befriended me. The plants and flowers grow wildly everywhere. There is a glass terrarium with a grow lamp. New flowers are sprouting up and dying out every few seconds in the terrarium.

July 26, 2008 (one day before my birthday), The Demon Master

2008-07-26T20:07:00.000-04:00

I dream I am in a giant amphitheater, with bleachers or benches, on the side of a hill or incline. Standing with me is a big bald-headed man. He has many pins piercing his lips, like 20 pins. On each pin is a shiny gold metallic demon. The demon pins look like pterodactyls or bats. He is the Demon Master. He is invoking demons in a ritual. The demons appear on the stage below us. I feel very uncomfortable, very upset, very disturbed. I tell the Demon Master, "I don't belong here. I want to leave." And so, I leave. He does not stop me. I do not feel afraid of the demons but I feel there is something not right about summoning them. The amphitheater reminds me of Hell and the Demon Master reminds me of Satan. After I awake I wonder if the Demon Master is actually my ally, protecting me from my own demons, my dark side, that by summoning the demons I may actually examine them and learn from them.

July 25, 2008 (two days before my birthday), The Yule King

2008-07-25T20:06:00.000-04:00

I dream I am with a man who is taken underground by nature spirits, into the realm of the dead. I go with him to give him support and to bring him back to the surface and back to life. Under the earth we are in limbo between life and death. We are standing between a wall and a precipice, like a cliff. The wall is textured like stucco. Beyond the edge of the precipice is endless space filled with golden glowing fog. It feels warm and loving - it is heaven - it is love energy.

We pass through the stucco wall into a small room. We are sitting on wooden chairs facing a wooden desk. Behind the desk is God. He is a kind and loving old man. He is Father Christmas, the Yule King, the Holly King. We make our case to God for why my friend should remain alive. God grants my friend permission to continue living in the material world. We return to the surface of the earth. After I awake I realize I am not afraid of death, and yet I also feel that I have a mission on earth to complete before my life is finished.

January 20, 2008, The Bird Headed Goddess

2008-01-20T19:30:00.000-05:00

I dream I meet the Bird Headed Goddess woman with a multi-colored face. She is with her daughter, the Angel Gabriel. They both can change back and forth between a normal human body and their celestial form. I go in search of the Mother Goddess form and accidentally go to her celestial home at Rain Mountain. The blue-paper flames tell me I have arrived at Rain Mountain and ask me what I want to see the Goddess about. I leave Rain Mountain because I am afraid to face the Goddess in her celestial form.

After I wake up I decide I should re-enter the dream to ask the Bird Headed Goddess what my next career step should be. I enter into a trance state and return to Rain Mountain. I meet the Goddess with many colors on her face in her human form. She is smiling at me. I am happy.

September 24, 2007, Who is she?

2007-09-24T19:29:00.000-04:00

I dream that I am surprised to be kissed on the lips, a big long passionate kiss, by a beautiful woman. Who is she?

July 15, 2007, What do You Want?

2007-07-15T19:26:00.000-04:00

I dream that a woman asks me, "What do you want?" She is my spirit guide and goddess.

March 6, 2003, I Feel Safe with Her.

2003-03-06T19:23:00.000-05:00

I dream that I am living in a house with many rooms. Many people are coming and going. A beautiful woman with wavy black or brown hair moves into a guest room. She is unpacking her suitcases. I say hi to her. I introduce myself and welcome her into the house. I feel magnetically attracted to her. I can't take my eyes off of her. I get a hard on. I feel embarrassed and try to leave but cannot. I feel safe with her. I feel her energy welcoming me. I wonder if my hard on is showing through my pants. I am so excited. So alive. We continue to talk. We continue to remain in each other's presence and energy. Even the silence between us is safe and secure and connected. We connect on all energetic levels. I am so sexually excited I am afraid I will ejaculate, but I do not. I remain in a state of high energetic arousal and consciousness. My mind and my heart are clear and warm and bright.

October 2, 2002, The Mountain Top

2002-10-02T19:22:00.000-04:00

I voice this prayer before I go to sleep: "Oh Goddess, What is the ideal way for me to earn a living (at this time)?"
I dream there are nine women in bed together, all sitting side by side in a row. Each woman has a different career/occupation/profession. I choose the one who is the artist. I dream that there is a very long mountain range and I am in the valley. It is windy in the valley and I am telling the woman, my friend, the artist, that it is even windier at the top of the mountains. I want to climb to the top of the mountain range with her but I am afraid because it is so windy up there. I acknowledge that sometimes the wind does not blow at the mountain top, but usually it does and often strongly and sometimes dangerously strong. The mountain range is infinitely long.

October 30, 2000, The Merpeople

2000-10-30T19:20:00.000-05:00

I dream I am in the basement of a building with other people. A group of beings are there in a pile on the floor. They are naked. Their skin is translucent, the veins show through. They have webbing between their toes and fingers. They have no hair. They are merpeople, people who live under the water. I wonder if they live beneath the oceans of the earth or if they are from another planet. They have a mission on the earth. They need to travel among people in order to accomplish their goal. I do not know what their goal is, but I sense that it is good. A person there with me suggests that they wear street clothes so that they will fit in. I say that is an excellent idea. So we get them clothes and dress them. One of them, a woman with no hair, embraces me and tells me, "You are Messenger, Ma-Singah, Mercury. You are Unutilized Potential." She asks me to get down low and dance. I comply.

Then I am dancing and playing with another adult and two children. We are all naked. We collapse on the floor in exhaustion. I lay flat on my back. A naked woman comes from behind me and lays diagonally across me, chest to chest. She is beautiful, slim, full-breasted, with dark brown hair. She whispers in my ear, "I really enjoyed the dance class last night." She is happy to be with me, to be close to me, to share her thoughts and feelings with me. She smiles. I hold her close. My penis stands up to honor her with admiration, appreciation, and desire. We are magnetic. We are in bliss.

October 27, 2000, Armana

2000-10-27T19:17:00.000-04:00

I dream I am walking into the kitchen of the apartment I live in. Then in walks a beautiful bronze-skinned woman wearing only long pants, like bluejeans. I recall that I have two new roommates and that one of them is named Deborah. I ask her if her name is Deborah. She says, "No, my name is Armana." She seems shy. She does not make eye contact with me but busies herself going to the cupboard for something and bringing it to the table to prepare. She is facing to my left and down at the table. Her shoulders are somewhat hunched over. She seems guarded and bewildered. I tell her my name to reassure her of our equal vulnerability. She asks me what is the meaning of the name. I say, "My name?" She responds, "No, my name." I am becoming as puzzled as she is. She is asking me to tell her the meaning of her own name. Her long brown hair is held up casually, perhaps with a barrette. I feel delighted and intrigued and amazed and bewildered to live with such a beautiful woman. She has a silver mark between her eyes on her nose and forehead, such as a Hindu might have.

August 19, 2000, See Me, Feel Me - Lucid Dream

2000-08-19T01:00:00.000-04:00

I dream that I am in my bedroom in the house where I grew up. There are pictures on the walls of the outside of the house with Doonesbury characters pasted on them. The characters are talking to each other. They are saying to each other, "See me. Feel me." I realize that this is a dream, so I push myself off of the floor and float in the air. I continue to look at the images. I rise up to the ceiling and lay upon it as if it were a bed. I close my eyes and imagine that I am laying on the floor, so that I can stay focused. I become aware that there is a woman in the room. I float down to the floor and walk over to her. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I remember this is a dream. I can do whatever I want with her. I kiss her and embrace her lovingly. I send her love energy - receptive loving energy from my belly into her body so that she will love me and desire me. She does. She embraces me lovingly. My penis becomes erect. I am now aware of my physical body.

I ask her who she is. She gives me different women's names. She tells me she can be any woman I want. She can split herself into the triple goddess or even one goddess with three yonis. She can split herself into a hundred women if I desire. She is my dream guide, my love guide, my muse. She is my teacher, she empowers me, she heals me. As we are embracing each other, I feel warm inside, safe, loved, and at peace. We unbutton each other's shirts. I reach into her shirt and rub her large firm breasts. We rub our chests together. I reach under her skirt and rub her hot, juicy vulva. She wants me, she desires me. She lifts her skirt and showers light and love juice onto my love wand from her yoni. I open her love gate with my love key. I feel so empowered and energized and warm and relaxed and peaceful. Although my mind is now awake and I can feel the sensations of my awake body, my body has not moved, my erection has subsided and I feel tingling in my hands and waves of kundalini energy rush through my body at times. I am in bliss.

June 23, 2000, The Womb Room

2000-06-23T00:25:00.000-04:00

I dream I am in a very large room, curved with a platform around half of it. There are no corners in the room. The room seems to be in the future or a different dimension. There are many people sitting and standing in the room. An attractive slim woman is giving out writing assignments to different people. There is a teenage boy who has been on the Star Trek TV show and has a Star Trek communicator. He is told to write about Star Trek. She walks over to me, lays on the floor beside me, rests her head on my belly, and asks me to write about sexuality.

About 1990, The Heart of the Deer - Shamanic Journey

1990-07-15T00:20:00.000-04:00

During the rhythmic drumming, I enter into a trance state. I go into the ground and pass through solid ground as if my body were that of a ghost. I enter into a cubical room under the ground. Before me sits an elderly Native North American man with gray hair. He changes form into a deer. The deer is my totem, my Spirit Guide. The deer transforms into a beautiful Native American woman. She is the Heart of the Deer, my Deer Spirit Guide. I ask her "What should I do in my life? What is my next step?" She replies, "You know what to do. Follow where your spirit guides you." I pass through the ground again to return to my physical body. I wake up.