Hi everyone. Been getting lots of sleep lately--here's a neat dream I had.
I am an observer in this dream. From the vantage point of riding in a helicopter, I am in a search party flying over a swampland area looking for a missing person or persons. The aerial view is clear. I can clearly see every detail below, yet I am frustrated that I cannot see any signs at all of the missing party. We continue to fly around, and I feel my eyes zeroing in on certain sections but we soon give up as there is no way to tell where they may be. My thoughts are, since we are at this high vantage point looking in, we should by all accounts be able to find them. I become frustrated when this is not doing us any good.
The next thing I know is, I find myself down on the ground with the missing party, yet this new vantage point only has me just as stuck as the missing people I was searching for. I am still only an observer, but it is from the eyes of one of those who is missing. We know we are lost, and we don't know which way to go. We are traveling through a marsh. Our instincts are to keep moving forward but we find ourselves going in circles, and there seems to be no safe ground. The only thing we have going for us is that we are together as a group, but to keep moving forward in any direction seems pointless.
My vantage point now shifts again back to riding in the helicopter. Since I had just been down there with the missing party, I know how dire their situation is. I know we must find them soon, yet as I look down into the marshes I am again very frustrated that I cannot locate their exact position. I feel that I of all people should be the one who can pinpoint their whereabouts, but I feel the search is hopeless.
Then once again I find myself down on the ground with the missing party. We have come upon an abandoned shack. It is a house built of planks of wood, not very sturdy or crafty and couldn't have provided much a home. The whole thing is falling apart and is unsafe, but we go in anyway because it is at least a little shelter. Walking throughout, we find that it is empty and there are no signs of anyone living there. There is nothing, no furniture or anything else. I want to leave but I still only have observer status through the eyes of someone else. I know my thoughts and feelings, but my actions are that of the person I am living through.
The dream keeps shifting this way, back and forth between my vantage point from the ground and my vantage point of flying in the helicopter. After several shifts, I finally realize that my consciousness is only an observer. I am limited in my actions to that of the person through whose eyes I am observing. My feelings and thoughts are my own but I feel frustrated and helpless that I cannot interact in this scenario. I feel I am of no use in this way.
In the next scene in which I find myself, I am still only an observer but this time as a point of consciousness. I am observing, close up, a sort of reunion and at first I am not quite sure what is taking place but I do have a sense that the searching is over. A young woman has been found and now she stands face to face with a man who has been waiting a long time for her. My only knowledge of this meeting is through a sense of knowing, as there are no words putting this into perspective. The man is close to her, looking intensely into her face. He never moves or blinks, only looks directly into her eyes. From my point-of-consciousness vantage point, I am slightly behind the woman and I cannot completely see her face. She is a young woman with blond hair in a ponytail. She is wearing a simple gown, something like a hospital gown or similar. The man holds her chin gently in his left hand, and she too never moves as he gazes into her face. Through this interaction between them, I sense their thought energy between them, which consists of him sort of extracting from her all the pain and hardship she has ever faced in her life. In exchange, he is replacing these feelings with pure unconditional love. As I sense this exchange, I desire to know in words what is transpiring but I then have the sense that it is not something that can be translated into words. It simply is what it is. This made sense to me now, and I understand how powerful love is.
As I observe this long process, I can see every detail in the man's face. Although he appears haggered, he is strong and rugged and is able to tolerate the pain he is extracting from this young woman. He was relieving her of every painful experience she ever knew so she wouldn't have to carry the burden of it any longer.
After witnessing this exchange, I realized I was able to rewind the entire experience and view any part of it again, which I did, back to the search effort, and then could fast forward back to the meeting between the man and woman. The exchange was still taking place as I rewinded and then fast forwarded back, and continued taking place after I decided to continue to observe it. It seemed to be a long process.
I discovered that I was grateful to be able to observe this exchange of pain for PUL, and even more happy that I was able to understand the process without the need for words. At the moment I first desired to hear the exchange in words, I had the knowing that the words were not applicable and not necessary because the love he was replacing her pain with was a powerful force, not able to be explained in words. I felt that it was necessary for me to observe this exchange and to go through this thinking process in order for my own understanding of this power.
Notes: Not sure if this is exactly related, but upon awakening I heard the name Amy Bloomingberg over and over. I am not sure of the exact spelling, but that is the name I kept hearing. Perhaps it is the young woman's name, or perhaps Bloomingberg is a location. Again, I am not sure, but I did hear it clearly over and over.
Love, Vicky
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