I'm watching a story about the events of September 11. It's an animation of a nature I find slightly morose. What's unusual is that it takes place in some underground basement like area. I have the impression of bodies being lowered into the ground, a count ticking, while an explosion and fires continue to rage. The count reaches into the 1000s - 1483 or even 2425. By this stage though, I decide I've had enough.

I'm now somewhat lucid - aware that I"m dreaming, but still caught up in the events. I have a 'false' association that this explosion was somehow nuclear. I can actually see that reflected in the scene - a radioactive green colour seeming to cloud the area. I do not want to dwell here any longer. I wanna work with a different kind of nuclear energy. To flip things on their head. Not fission but fusion. The way nature does it. The fusion of the sun.

As soon as these thoughts/intentions emerge, my environment responds. I feel the light of the sun (almost white) reaching through. It's energy lifts me, spilling past the eery green glow - it's light grows stronger the more I identify with it. As I lift up and out of the area below, it is with pleasure that I lift up into the sky, and out of the past scene. I think to myself - albeit, briefly - how the waking mind clings to the idea that the fun of flying in dreams gradually wears off, when in fact I'm here now, yet again, and I'm still loving it.

Soon I find myself flying up around the trees that stand. It seems as though I'm following something. In fact, I've been flying with hawk.

I'm led up to the branching point of a tree, reasonably high. The hawk has got it's prey kept here. The carcass of what looks like a rabbit spread out on the branch; it's bloody insides opened to the day.

Waiting there, watching, I become a little uneasy as I catch the hawk making slight movements. It's form is not still, but on edge. Suddenly the hawk's claw reaches out and cuts me above the left eye. From left to right I feel it; the opening of the skin, the reach of it's claw, the blood that soon forms there.

I don't know what to make of it at first. The experience leads not so much into pain as to contemplation. There's something about the mark and the feeling that remains there, that tells me that the hawk was not intending it as a threat, but rather as a symbol of friendship. The mark just sits there.

I hear this confirmed in words - that appear to echo the mind of the hawk...

"You wouldn't have contact interest" [if it didn't see me as a friend, or possibly If I didn't have the mark]

Even though I am aware that the mark leaves quite a bloody sight above my eye and I will have to walk about like this, I'm not so concerned.

Rather, it seems like an unusual blessing. It will make me look "dangerous".

1. Feelings:
Connected

2. Reality Check:
September 11 - Interesting that this showed up. Turned to the paper today (don't usually read it, but am at my parents house) and learnt that 5 terrorists are being charged for the murders of some 2000? or so people.

The main bit that sticks out about that was actually the attention drawn to concepts of "fission" and "fusion", separation and union.

Hawk: I haven't really dreamed of hawk before, but after this dream I really felt it to be an an animal ally I could call upon. The feeling of it's claw remained with me, even after I woke up from the dream.

Dirty green radioactive energy on the lower levels. A move to rise up and align myself with the solar light.

3. What would I like to know more about?
Not sure. Maybe a little more about Hawk, what was really going on there? It seemed initiatory in nature.

I think I'd just like to see Hawk in another of my dreams.

4. What action can I take to honour the dream?
Meditate on the colours, that led to the experience with the hawk. Imagine fusing with the solar energy. Spending more time in the sunlight.