Christiane’s dream or a dream answering a question without incubation

Hi ! This is Christiane, the author of the blog.

A dream came to visit me last night. In the morning it offered its pearls of dew on the meadow of my memory.

At dawn, I wandered barefoot in the grass, I gathered the fresh liqueur of its images and I savored it.

To day, I would like to share it with you.

My dream 

I am on the mountain sitting on the ground, alone by the side of a dirt road.  I am looking at the scenery, the mountains, the wide valley, the cloudless sky.  All is green and peaceful.

I hear someone singing in the sky.  He’s not heard much but he’s heard. He sings for the whole valley and the mountain.  He sings Bach or Mozart.

He’s a young man, a soldier dressed in green.  He’s sitting on something, suspended to something that we don’t see, that we don’t hear. This way he moves forward over the valley between the mountains.  It’s very surprising, it draws attention, it’s beautiful, it doesn’t impose itself but once seen, once heard, it is unforgettable.

And these last words fill me with gentle, serene joy.

Interpretation

I am on the mountain sitting on the ground, alone by the side of a dirt road.

The mountain :

for me, life on the mountain can be very harsh, but the beauty of nature affords daily wonderment.

The mountain is green, covered with grass.

 For me, grass represents dreams, as it renews itself permanently, naturally.

Does this description mean anything to me, what does it  remind me of?

This image corresponds exactly to my daily life which is not always easy, but I’m filled with wonder when I see “Nature’s know how”.  So this image adequately describes my everyday life devoted to inner life and dreams.

Sitting on the ground, alone by the side of a dirt road.

I am quite alone in this study of dreams and  I pause by the roadside, I rest a while along my path.

I am looking at the scenery

The dream invites me to look at my life dedicated to dreams, so that I become more conscious of it. Why am I invited to look around and  let my eyes wander ?

Since dreams often make comments about the day before, I ask myself :

- What happened yesterday that the dream wants me to see ?

Surely the sight before my eyes  must reveal it.

What does this remind me of in view of my dedication to the study of dreams?... I don’t know.

I hear someone singing in the sky.  He’s a young man, a soldier dressed in green.

A young man :

is dynamic way to affirm oneself in life.  He is capable of undertaking enterprises to which he will devote most of his energy.

A soldier :

for me is a courageous man, willing to give up his own life to defend freedom, as so many French and foreign soldiers did in the last two world wars to liberate France, my country.

He wears a uniform, he belongs to an order he has chosen, he doesn’t allow himself to go astray and he abides by a certain discipline.

 Dressed in green : 

For me it’s the color of the forest, of the unconscious.  This green is also the color that doctors wear in the operating room. With this detail the dream indicates that this singing soldier is practicing a therapeutic activity.

 Using the interview method, I ask myself :

- What does all this description remind me of, in my interior or my exterior world, at this time in a life dedicated to dreams?  That man is myself, I know that I am a soldier in the army of dreams, fighting for inner freedom. For years my dreams have repeatedly told me so.  The unconscious is the victim of so much disorder, abuse and violence, we massacre so many facets of ourselves by excluding them from our lives. All racist crimes, all genocides, all cruelty against animals in the exterior world are first committed in our interior world, within ourselves, by ourselves, on ourselves and our instincts, and consequently they happen in the outer world.

That is what the soldier in the army of dreams, the interpreter, is battling against. 

Yes, the dream interpreter is truly a soldier who defends the freedom of each individual’s inner world, the unconscious, which is so ignored, repressed and denied ;  Truly in this way the interpret is creating freedom and peace in the outer world.

So this dream is talking about me, it is asking me to become aware of what I’m doing.

 The soldier sings, he sings Bach or Mozart

From the point of view of the dream, when I express myself, it’s a song from within that comes up and I’m astonished at being told by the dreams that I’m singing Bach or Mozart.  Yes, it’s true I am singing a sacred song when I interpret a dream.

He’s not heard much but he’s heard.  He sings for the whole valley and the mountain.

The dream underlines that my words are not heard much but still that doesn’t keep me from singing.

The soldier is sitting on something, hanging from something that we don’t see, that we don’t hear. This way he moves forward over the valley between the mountains.

What is it that the dream wants to express when it puts me in such a position ?

 Where do I find myself like that, in the air, in an immaterial realm singing for the whole mountain and the whole valley, singing without knowing who can hear me ? Oh ! It’s on my blog !                                                                                                                                                                                                 My dream is talking to me about my work on my blog !                                                                                          Such a thoughtful attention !  It brings tears to my eyes.

Now I understand : yesterday I was asking myself all kinds of questions :                                                                                                                                                                                  - Do the interventions on my blog serve any purpose ?                                                                                                         - - Is all the work I do with dreams useful ?                                                                                                            - Is it adequate to say that dreams are the expression of the divine in every one of us, as I have shown in ch.10 with the dream of the cat in the café, and in ch.11 with Sylvia’s dream? 

                                                                                                                                                                                            - -Won’t I scare away those who do not want to hear about divinity in man ? - Isn’t this the best way to turn them away from dreams? 

- Is my tone appropriate?

 Answering all my questions, my doubts, my worries, the dream came to reassure me, to let me know what it thinks of my blog :

It’s very surprising, it draws attention, it’s beautiful, it doesn’t impose itself but once you discover it, you hear it and it remains with you.

The dream left me with those last words, filling me with profound joy and serenity.

 Illustrations

Dew by Eric Geinrnaert; eric.ambre.jaune@hotmail.fr

Music in the operating room; www.medson.net/recherche.html

Michael Chance interprets the Passion according to Mathew by Bach

Last time we saw how Sylvia is intrigued by her dreams. They know everything of her life, the past, the future and they protect her night after night against the dangers of the life.

So she finally asks her dreams : What are dreams ? Here is the dream she got :

Dream

Driving my car, I arrive in front of a church.  Mathilda is there waiting for me out front below the stairs.  I step out of the car, she comes towards me with an outreaching hand and having got hold of mine, she takes me into the church.

Interpretation

Driving my car, I arrive

Sylvia has a car, which indicates that she has a fast and comfortable way of going forward in life.

We should note that a car rides on roads built for this purpose, that indicates that the dreamer easily goes forward in life on pre-established pathways same as everyone else. She is not part of those who advance slowly on foot, searching for their own way, surmounting the obstacles of the individual path.

I arrive in front of a church

This young woman is not particularly interested in spirituality. She has vaguely heard about Christ, the crucifixion, mass, communion and the Holy Spirit.  For her the church is a building that was erected to greet the divine, to allow everyone to listen within where one can meet Him .

But in her everyday life Sylvia doesn’t go to church, so the church of her dream does not speak about the external church, but about an interior place.

So what does this mean in regards to the question asked : what are dreams?

Dreams are her interior church where she can meet the divinity and commune with It.

That’s all ! …

She got an immediate, clear, simple and direct answer.

But for the time, Sylvia has not yet entered this sacred place. She just arrives in front of this opportunity.

Mathilda is waiting for me below the stairs

Mathilda is her dream interpreter. She is aware of this dimension and is waiting for the dreamer to let her discover the interior reality.

I get out of my car

However, before being introduced, initiated, Sylvia must get out of her car, give up her habit of following pre-established ways to go forward.

How that ? She must set her two feet BELOW, DOWN on the ground, be more humble, walk by her own means to meet the dream interpreter.

Only with this humility she will be able to go UPstairs into the sacred place.

Mathilda comes towards me with an outreaching hand

Here the dream insists, it presents to the dreamer the interpreter who offers her help and support. It emphasizes that it is with her, thanks to her that Sylvia will be able to enter the dream path.

Having got hold of my hand she takes me into the church.

Mathilda, the interpreter then brings the young woman into her inner church, into her dreamworld within which the divine resides.

Conclusion

So, Sylvia had asked the incubation question : What are dreams?

Her dream answered:

Dreams are the interior church where the sacred encounter between human and divine unfolds.  That’s why dreams are all-knowing, that’s why they are so wise and clairvoyant.  

Comment

Surprising?  Perhaps. 

Really?

Not really, for what have all the old societies preceding us on earth said ? Didn’t they all declare that the dream is the natural channel through which the human soul meets the divine?

Everywhere one finds the widespread affirmation that dreams give access to another level of consciousness, which surpasses the conscious and grants knowledge that it would not have access to on its own.

Scientifically today we call this other level of consciousness the unconscious.

It is a question of vocabulary of course but we must know how others understand that word.  Cultures who differ from ours consider that the unconscious, this other level of consciousness to which dreams give access to, is that of divine forces. That’s how they name it.

In preceding texts I have shown you that in Antiquity, for all, whether they be Egyptians, Greeks, Romans, Jews, or Africans the divine spoke through dreams, whether he was called Yahweh, God or Aesculapius, Jupiter…  And I didn’t speak yet of the Indians of the Americas and of others throughout the world. For them the unconscious is the expression of the divine dimension.

Sylvia’s dream says the same thing: the dream is the moment of encounter with an interior force, which proves a wisdom beyond our understanding.

What can the rational say? Could scientific reason be brought to recognize that as far as dreams are concerned it finds itself faced with a dimension with its own laws the rational does not know about, and which extends beyond its competency?

Could reason accept that rational means have attained their limits regarding the unconscious?  Then, logically and rigorously reason would declare that it can’t say anything except that it finds itself facing a hyper-rational dimension.

That would be honest !

Illustrations

I thank the artists for their illustrations listed in order of their presentation :

Evening at Antiquity, 1908, by the French painter Alphonse Osbert, 1857-1939.

Pilgrim in a Rocky Valley, 1820,  by the German artist Carl Gustav Carus

The Cathedral, by the German artist Caspar David Friedrich (1774-1840)

The Cathedral, by the German artist Friedrich Schinkel (1781-1841)

Hand in hand : liloo.citations.skyrock.com

Mystery of the Nignt, by Alphone Osbert

Moonlight, 1896, by the French artist Alphonse Osbert, 1857-1939