I dreamt that I was at first visiting a spiritual community that was centered in Yogic Himalayan practices.

Everyone had an air of peace, stillness, calmness. It seemed to be permeating the environment. I also had that in me and the practices they did were simple enough that anyone could do them so I was comfortable.

They had a beautiful museum of models of different religions sacred structures, especially Egyptian. At night, the first night, they had some kind of ceremony where some of them rode on flying pyramids and sent blasts of energy at the earth surrounding the audience.

Then they had a ceremony that was like receiving communion. Their sacred sacrament was a clear jar of liniment seed oil that was blessed and distributed by their master or highest ranking member or disciple of the master. Somehow I ended up participating in facilitating that ceremony as a leader that first night.

I felt at home.

The next day there was a spiritual open house and there were booths from about a hundred spiritual organizations, including one I recognized from Ananda Yoga. Thousands of visitors came in that day to peruse the tables and exhibits. I helped greet people at the door with a special brother.

I felt connected to him more deeply than to the visitors. I felt his love for the people who came to visit, his love for me. His presence reminded me of who I was as this love and stillness inside.

Lastly I met the masters of this path and somehow visited them in their seclusion retreats. Each of them were dressed very sparsely in like a loin cloth and some body art in a few cases. They just hang out in seclusion for long periods of time and do inner work for themselves and the world.

As one of them spoke to me, his whole body, every cell would move in a patterned rhythmic way according to the emotions he felt inside. These masters were human, yet at the same time more fully human than I could normally experience.

when i left home in california to go to school in hawaii, i missed my dog jordan, a german shepard/greyhound mix, very much, but didn’t think about it too often.

about a year later i started having dreams that jordan had swam across the ocean looking for me. he had arrived on the shore in hawaii, very tired and trying to emerged on the beach and get past the pounding waves on the rocks. he looked lost. he couldn’t see me but i could see him. i had this dream twice in a six week period, then i dreamt that on one journey to find me that some young kids found him and tethered him to a tree to play with him.

a month or so later after the dreams stopped when i happened to call home, my dad mentioned that jordan had run away from home twice, the second time the family couldn’t find him again.

i was shocked and hurt that i wasn’t informed right away. yet i deeply believe that jordan was not hurt, and found by a family who is taking care of him. i really hope so.

I dreamt last night that I was attending a conference led by a historical womens’ sufferage icon named “constance dominic brown.”

She also worked with trumans cabinet until she resigned. In her words: “in was so enamored by truman in the beginning. then i read this rights policy in europe and i became so dissuaded. I thought, ‘this guy wants to take over europe and see her crumble.’ the only thing i could do was to resign.

Constance looked like one of the ‘golden girls’ and talked to the audience about seneca falls and other sufferage roots in the 1800’s.

I tried looking up this name connected with politics or sufferage but not successful yet.

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My question now:
What was Truman’s Policy on Europe? How did he affect Europe at the time?

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Other Dream Group Member’s Comments:
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Hello Oren,

The name ‘Brown’ shows 2-3 names related to womens suffrage movement :

Olympia Brown & Antoinette Louisa Brown Blackwell.

Also Margaret “Molly” Tobin Brown (1867-1932) Chk this link -www.museumoftheamericanwest.org/explore/exhibits/lodo/molly.htm

Does this help or you have come across this already?

-Sasha
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Oren,

I did a quick search for the name Constance Brown, and found the following link. I did not have time to investigate further, but fits the time frame and also interestingly, your location.

www.cbrown.org/history.html

I dreamt I was an eagle flying across a river mouth near the ocean. A great storm front was coming onshore with rain and 60 mph onshore gusts.

In the brown muddy water below was floating two objects from upstream, perhaps swept away by the swelling river in the storm: a bear splashing for his life followed a few moments later by the shiny sky blue top of a submerged VW bug, both rushing towards the tumultuous sea.

I used my telescopic vision to target their location as they completely submerged in the muddy and brackish waters, and circled around as strong gusts pushed me towards the mountains inland. The impulse to somehow help them was as strong as the impulse to hunt for prey. I tucked my wings and plummeted to the water, finding the two at the river bottom. Upon touching them they disappeared.

I emerged above the surface and saw their fate as I flew away:

the bear made his way back through the forest towards the mountains. the vw appeared on the other shore of the river under an ironwood tree, now shaped like a royal blue vw dune buggy, with some teenagers gathered around it.

The vw now had a removable device that was either for entertainment or research where the radio usually goes. After using it the teenagers snapped it back into place and I woke up.

My dream starts out as a meeting of 8 friends or so playing capture the flag in an abandoned school at night. I play for a short while then become enamored with one friend who is sitting alone in a room, reading a book. Sparkles glow and swirl around him and he does not acknowledge me in any way.

Then the dream morphs and I am at the trail head of a mountain pass. Three shadow warriors emerge to attack me and I fight but the degree to which they mirror my images and their speed meant to me that we would never be able to truly make contact with each other and thought, ‘these warriors must be shadows of myself.’ I then signaled to them that were to unite and fight against other enemies.

We ran up the wide mountain pass and came to a prison made of stone that was cut into the mountain. We became the liberators of these prisoners from this Egyptian-style tomb-like jail structure. I had the power to fly/jump up to a hundred yards at a time or float for 30 seconds or so. Except for the cells themselves, most of the jail was open-air.

After slipping into a few cells and interviewing and releasing the open-air jail prisoners I then obtained a guard’s armor and weapon to be able to move more easily around the jail. The armor I had consisted of a helmet and chest plate that was light and strong with a bright blue sparkling metallic sheen. The weapon was like a flimsy machete that was yellow with the same metallic sheen. I moved around the jail with this as my guise, letting prisoners go as I was able.

When I freed prisoners, they were grateful but scared. “We need weapons to survive the trek out of here.” “We need weapons,” they kept saying. I kept moving quickly, looking for a set of weapons that I could arm the prisoners with.

I found the weapon I was looking for. It was shaped like an ancient metallic bow and arrow with the head of a pharaoh at one end. This weapon was in an area highly concentrated with guards and the prison warden. I tried to move in but hesitated and ended up retreating to the original sector of cells that I had freed prisoners from.

When I got there, the warden showed up with a team of guards. She ordered the guards to attack me but I was in open air so I just flew/jumped away like a giant flea.

I landed in an open courtyard at the entrance to a giant tomb or cavern. I managed to crack the code to get the giant earthen doors to swing open. Booby traps and alarm detectors sprung into action but I got past them by jumping over them and floating into the back of the lit cavern staying near the ceiling where I came to another rock door barrier. I was forced to land here to come down to the code console, but was unable to crack the second code in time before the sensors went off signaling an alarm and starting a powerful vent of air suctioning me to the inside of the cavern.

I was unable to fly against the rushing air so I grabbed some vines at the top of the cavern and climbed out using my arms and flight together. Many of the vines broke under the force of the wind but eventually I found some strong enough to pull me out. I got back to the courtyard and sirens were blaring from the opposite side.

I ducked under some outdoor furniture as the police car entered. A guard with a different uniform came out to investigate. I stayed opposite the furniture as he came and was ready to run the other direction as he entered the cavern, but then another guard appeared from the squad car. I was spotted. “I see you!” She barks, and come over to me. I just hold still and concentrate my energy in some kind of Jedi trick of the mind. She suddenly forgets about me and walks over to talk to her partner who is just as clueless as he looks at the tripped alarm cavern.

I come to the end of one trail that overlooks a 30 foot drop into a freshwater lake that is infested with giant alligators, some of them more than 20 feet long laying with their pale belly up in the shallow waters sleeping in the sun.

A man from the crowd, who completely ignored my anticks before, took notice of me and began speaking to me.

He said, “I know who you are. They won’t find you, you have nothing to fear.” “Nothing to fear?!” I replied incredulously, “You mean you are afraid of nothing?”

“Nothing,” the man replied acting more and more mysterious like a sage. “Not even afraid of two 20 foot alligators laying down there?” “No way” the man says matter-of-factly and he jumps into the water.

As he hits the water he morphs into a dark olive green alligator as long as he was tall and walks the length of the 20 foot beasts’ belly onto the shore.

At this point I realize that this man is my dream guide. He was the reason I was able to free the prisoners, escape from prison and have the power to elude the captor forces.

My dream guide then morphs again into a giant alligator that stands up and walks on two legs or walks on water like how a dolphin does. He places his shoulders at the cliffs edge and allows me to ride on his neck. My dream guide gives me a ride home, over the water, through the streets, and into my apartment.

I dreamt that I was having a conversation with a saint. I didn’t know who he was. He reminded me of one master at first, but then the light around him dimmed enough for me to see his clothes were saffron robes like the DalaiLama. He spoke to me in words that I couldn’t understand, but the energy behind the words were the most healing soothing exquisite vibrations I could imagine and they cleansed my entire being like an electro-lightshow-massage until I felt completely renewed.

Then I said to this DalaiLama, my wife needs healing too. So he ‘spoke’ to my wife as well and blessed her. Then he blessed my son 6 months pregnant in her belly. Then the saint turned to me and said, “Your son’s name is Jesse.” “Josiah?” I replied, cause we’re not sure what to name him and Josiah is the only name that has come up with any strong energy behind it. The saint did not respond after that and I thank this saint very much for visiting me.

On this same day I got a phone call from my brother Elan who says, “Oren, I dreamt last night I was playing with your son and you guys kept calling him Eliko, Eliko.” To Elan this name seemed half Hebrew and half Japanese. (Eli=’My God’ in Hebrew, “Ko”=’Child’ in Japanese)

The weird thing about my brother receiving this name is that I met a man from the Ivory Coast who speaks an African language called “nGogo” I think. He taught me that “Elyeko” means ‘thank you’ in his language and I remember thinking that would make an interesting name. My brother had no idea that I had this experience when he had this dream. Thanks Elan! We are praying to the Creator and asking our unborn son what he wants to be named and then had this blessing, but still are not clear on what to name him.

(Josiah was born on June 21st 2005)

I often feel that the true shape of the cosmos is like a great ball, that the light of every star is coming from the same central sun. I suspect that if one could withstand the energy to travel into a star such as our sun, that it becomes a portal into other galaxies. I also feel that since atomic and molecular structures mirror the structure of solar systems, that all of life is repeating itself in patterns from the ultra-small to the ultra-large.

In my dream this morning, I was perfecting a time and space travel technique that had to with nano technology–ultra-small construction of matter one atom at a time. A certain signature of particle looked the same as the planet Neptune, so I found a way to actually visit Neptune by either shrinking myself or enlarging the particle.

Upon arrival, our craft discovered that Neptune has already been colonized with various commercial endeavors like fast food and chain malls. I was invited to join in the ventures, but couldn’t stomach the idea, literally. I returned to visit several times, but couldn’t figure out how to explain to my colleagues how I did this kind of travel to patent the technique.

This dream caught me by surprise. I spent the night before the 2004 election like many others, watching, waiting and praying.

In the morning, before I knew the final result, I awoke with the following dream embers. Maybe you can help me understand it… I saw a television clip that was both sad and amazing. A humpback whale and her child are somehow hovering in the air, covered in oil and lava, and breaching again and again in anguish behind a barbed wire fence.

I enter the dream, pass the fence and am in an oil refinery compound that is situated on an ocean coastline. The ocean shore and waters are all black with oil. Standing on the sticky black beach, I saw a pod of whales coming towards the oil slick shore and thought they were just going to beach themselves.

A wise woman appeared and said that whales respond incredibly to a type of hypnosis-communication called Romanieme. She then counted to 4 in this latin-like language and the whales seemed to respond. They perked up enormous eyes at her from the water and then started hovering out of the water–literally swimming 12 feet in the air.

The pod of whales, males, females, and babies hovered into the factory, covered in oil, searching, searching. They were searching for a home, healing, searching for some sympathetic humans who could right the wrongs, restore their health, their homes and give them a place to stay in the meantime.

Thinking I’m responding to the humpbacks’ call for help, I fly like superman to find a solution and land near a house where a group of four 13-year-old girls are smoking. I feel like a cop but I don’t have a uniform or weapon. I had some kind of badge in my pocket, which I flashed to the girls and began some kind of fire-prevention/ anti-smoking operation.

The girls flicked their still lit cigarettes on the ground and languidly giggled inside. “Knock, Knock.” Again at their door, I flash my plain-clothes badge to mom, and explained about fire-prevention. I pointed to the smoldering cigarettes on the ground, where a small fire already had appeared at the base of a near-dead tree.

I helped mom put out the fire and left with the group of young people–the four 13yr-olds and a 10 year-old, afro-clad boy with an attitude. He reached under the back of my shirt, to my confusion, then suddenly pulls up the rear lining of my boxers and all the kids laugh. I grab his underwear and return the favor, then kick one of his shoes into the back of the other calf–a trick I used to do in Jr. High to trip up my friends. He stumbles. “Hopefully he’ll learn his lesson,” I grin.

We rhythmically walk into the city and startled to find an oil-covered humpback whale, glistening black and grey, floating through the city flanked by a baby whale. What is she looking for? How can we help?

I had this amazing technicolor dream once that I entitled “Sherrif’s Creek.” I’d like to make it into a full novel someday, or a screenplay if I could.

I dreamt that my father, brother, and I lived in the early stages of the American Industrial Revolution (1850’s)?. I was a very masculine figure built like He-man with long blonde hair. My father had just invited my brother and I to what I thought was another hunting trip but turned out to be the search for a sacred well, a spring called Sherrif’s Creek in the middle of the forest.

We were trying to find it because my dad wanted us to become very wealthy–I don’t know why. Perhaps we were looking for homestead land to map out, perhaps we were going to pan for gold. After five days journey into the northwest we came to a forest in foothills of the Applachians.

A business man had set up some kind of museum in a series of caverns. He was charging people to search the caverns, knee-high in water and illuminated on one side by sunlight, for minerals and water. It was this man who pointed us in the direction of Sherrif’s creek, into the frontier.

We passed the caverns on a thick forest trail and soon after we were ambushed by natives. My father and brother were killed but my swift and muscular body somehow fled to safety.

Now alone on the journey to find this creek and in the midst of so many natives somewhere in this wilderness, my dream then becomes an immersion story like dances with wolves. Somehow I am accepted into the midst of a certain tribe of peoples by Sherrif’s Creek and become fluent in their language.

I fall in love with a beautiful young woman of the tribe and I’ll never forget that the wedding ceremony consisted of us being bathed in mud to draw out our impurities. Crusted brown from head to toe, we knelt on our hands and knees at the feet of the Medicine Warrior, their priest, who incanted ceremonious chants which were echoed by the congregation. Then we bathed in the mineral spring & I layed with my wife for the first time.

Then while I sat up to meditate in the Native tradition, she slept. And while she slept she dreamt and somehow I experienced her dream as well while I was in meditation. She dreamt that she was in a forest and storming like a herd of buffalo was a bounding herd of dogs and cats steaming past her. She woke up in so much joy and told me her dream: “It means that the Great Spirit has granted us lots of children,” she proclaimed in bliss & joy and we were so happy.

But apparently, the dogs and cats stampeding through the forests were not the good omen she had hoped it was.

Then the rest of white society caught up to us and we were no longer protected by the frontier. A railroad was under construction which was running a stones throw from the sacred village. My new role in the tribe went from outsider to interpretor and in the midst of periodic violence between my two peoples I helped to negotiate some kind of peace agreement. Yet part of the terms of that agreement swept me up on the train away from my new home & family

I had a very vivid dream once while I was living on Kauai. I ‘awakened’ in my dream and found myself floating face down in a fetal position in the middle of the ocean without any ship or lifejacket, yet I was peaceful.

This felt totally real–vivid color, coldness of the water, the wind, the sky, the whole works. An endless period of time passed and it seemed I was just waiting for something. Then at some point something opened in my heart and I asked for some help from the universe from the bottom of my soul.

Instantaneously, something emerged from the depths of the ocean. Simultaneously a giant pair of hands enfolded my entire body in its cupped ladle and the head of a giant woman appeared 30 yards away in the water, towering over me.

A pair of pale blue eyes each larger than the size of my head gazed at me with so much love, reflecting the gentle ripples of ocean. Her hair spun in wavy curls down way past her shoulders into an unknown depth into the water, seemingly light brown with reddish highlights at the same time unless the red sky of a sunset was deceiving me. This giant woman picked me up out of the ocean and stood up, making the ocean seem like a bath tub to her naked body, barely covering her waist. She held my body near to her collar like I was a doll or figuring and filled me with the deepest and most healing love I had ever experienced. “Who are you?” I asked without words. “I am Ishtar,” she replied. That was the end of the dream, yet it has stayed with me my whole life.

The amazing thing was I had never heard that name before. About a week later on a friends coffee table a book was placed in my path that entitled, “Gods and Goddesses Throughout History.” I looked up Ishtar just for fun and found the entry read, to my utter surprise: “Mesopatamian Goddess of Fertility, wife of Tammuz. Also known as Isis in Roman(?) and later civilizations.” This dream happened at a time in my life when I really needed healing. This dream absolutely became an unforgettable anchor for the ongoing recovery into wholeness and balance into a being of love. I’d love to paint this image someday.

Peace b with u,
Oren