Intention: Meet my ‘Inner Mayan’

I’m outside, with a group of other people. I’m seated on my own, watching a young African girl of about 10 years as she tells a story to us all.

I see other people (African children, in particular) scattered around this grassy area - each seated on a stool or space of their own. It’s a very down to earth arrangement, and we all seem to have our attention focused on the girl.

As I listen, I laugh for a moment. Seeing me, the girl gets shy - she doesn’t realise I’m laughing at the beauty of the situation. She looks over at me and says something along the lines of “don’t make fun”.

I’m a little surprised. That’s not what I meant.

I stand up and say so. “Actually”, I smile, “I was just thinking what a good story teller you were”.

She continues and all of a sudden I am drawn into her story in a way I could not have expected.

Wow. She really is a good storyteller. In my psychic vision, I can see her ‘double’ moving through the space in which the story is being told. I follow the figure. She’s a little shadowy at first, and then like that! - I am immersed in some ritual trance. 
I am no more myself, but a ‘shaman’ experiencing a ritual transformation. The experience reminds me of stories I heard about the Mongolian shamans who experience bodily shakes and the like, as a spirit enters their body. That’s just what the scene conjures up.

I rock violently, swinging this way and that. My movements are lunging and uncontrolled - my head slumping over my body then reeling back - yet violent doesn’t describe the broader sensation. I know too that this is all to be expected - I am understanding the story.

And then, at conclusion, I catch myself. I am no longer, me but the African girl. Her round, smooth face appears over my dream ‘face’ - almost like a clay mask. Her warm nature a part of mine. I feel her story continuing.

I begin to rise into the sky. There’s a building on my right, which I seem to naturally lift up and beyond. I’m aware that I’m lucid dreaming, but giving myself more to ‘listening’ to the dream and it’s unfolding.


As I rise I see bee’s approaching. For a moment, I’m scared. There are not all that many, but enough, and they seem to be gathering around my legs. I realise that I am going to get bitten, but don’t resist. I let them bite, waiting for the pain I assume will follow.

I am not sure that pain does, however nevertheless the dream experiences a transition. Now I am back on Silvan Rd (the road on which my family home is based). I’m still hovering in the air, lucid, though perhaps less so.

The dream has a soundscape too. It’s composed of two main parts. A snappy catch line - a man chanting “money, money, money” to a pretty quick rhythm - followed by a slower section with the sounds of horns and other wind instruments - “good year, new year”.

As I hear these sounds, I am rising into the air. There are a much larger group of bees, and wafers of collected honeycomb moving through the air like floating candlesticks. I feel enthusiastic and perhaps excited about the bee’s presence this time around.

Feelings:
Awake

First Associations:
The girl - She could be my ‘inner mayan’ showing up again. Funny then that she was African. Interesting also, that like the character from the previous dream - she had that habit of dissolving in and out of the dream.

The soundscape - Well this dream charged me up a little. I have been putting off getting work since I returned from holiday, but after this I feel more pressed to move forward with it. I am waiting for some casual teaching work to begin, but in the meantime have decided to continue with after-school care like I did last year. The chant “money, money, money” and the slower vocal section “good year, new year” seemed like very positive messages to me. I want to go overseas again at the end of the year, so I recognise I will need to save for that.

The bees - I relate the bee’s with the money/natural wealth. Bee’s gathering nectar, collecting, sharing, creating honey. I have a lot of blockages around putting too much emphasis on work and money, but this dream gave me an ‘image’ with which to see my relationship with money from a different perspective.