My Dreams
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1976
As a child, I dreamt being chased by a yogurt cake face, with
eyes like cherry's and a banana mouth. I ran and ran, scared as I was. In
the back ground I could hear the typing and the sounds of my fathers telex
machine (An old type of fax...) Something would make me slow down, as if
there was glue on the floor, and the face was catching up with me. Mostly
somewhere there in the dream, I would wake up. Until the last time I had
this dream. I somehow remembered all the other dreams, where I ran, got
stuck in the glue, and didn't escape. And instead of running, I decided to
turn around, and face 'the evil'. While I suddenly wasn't afraid anymore,
it got scared of me, and disappeared in the dark...
1988
I dreamt killing Neeraja.
We were in another time, living in the mountains. I shot her with a bow
and arrow. She was just standing there, next to the branches of burning
wood. it was near winter, and she looked scared, she screamed. At a
meeting with the town people, nobody thought I did it, although there was
a little suspicion in the room. I told them I did it. They looked at me as
if I missed an opportunity, and had to do this again next life... in
another incarnation.
1994
I dreamt about these great DNA molecules hanging in the
stratosphere. I was on a planet, not earth, where I walked around on a
railroad emplacement. The tracks were going nowhere, and I walked in a
room, where Yoga was being taught. I didn't want to stay, and took my
yellow mobile phone kind of communicator. I pressed the big red button, to
ask Scotty to beam me up, but it wasn't Scotty, it was Luke, a friend of
mine. I was being 'atomized', and while going up, through the dark, it
became light blue, and these great DNA molecules were hanging in the
stratosphere, slowly turning around. They were miles long and wide. It was
a magical sight. I felt high for days after...
December
2004, January 2005
I dreamt being at the entrance of the ashram in Poona, wanting to go in,
but getting stuck at the gate's guard house. I was afraid they would find
out I was a skeptic... The first dream I went in without them asking
anything, and I went to the desk again, to register. The second time I
didn't get any further than the office. Somehow I got to get in... OSHO
calls me.
26 August 2005
I dreamed sitting at a table with OSHO. I had to laugh, and asked Him when He was going to tell again he died... He looked different, younger. Next moment we are in a room, standing, and He asks me weather I believe that being aware is the only thing to 'do', and I say yes. That is what I believe. Next moment He asks me to sit on the floor in front of Him. He goes and sit behind me, and focuses on the bottom my spine. For hours... (Seemed like 8)
15 September 2005
I
dreamed being with my father in Indonesia. We slept in the same hostel,
but he left early. I went out to look for him, and he was at a local food
shop, where he was sitting on the floor eating something like Sushi's. I
wanted the best they had, and they showed how they made them. The meat
came out of a plastic package, and I recognized it as something I bought
also. Next moment I am going back for the hostel, to get my luggage, not
wanting to leave it alone, when I find out the Hostel lady is taking care
of it. She is a sweet woman, and I trust her. Going back out, I am looking
for my father. I have the feeling I have to go to the train station, since
we are about to go on a trip into the bush. Going through the front door
of the train station, there is a man wounded on the floor, and some people
attending him. There are people outside, ringing the bell, and hammering
on the windows of the door. A man tries to quiet them, but they won't
stop. It feels like they are calling for the help of spirit, more then
trying to get in.
I walk on, and suddenly find two of my fathers brothers,
Peter and Nico sitting on a bench against a wall. They are smiling, and I
am happy surprised. There is my father too... I wake up with a warm
feeling in my spine. It feels like the connection with my family is
restored.
March 2006
I dreamt about enormous planes flying through the sky. The looked like smooth colourfull toy planes, and they rotated playfully like wales in the ocean. I was looking at them from a naighbourhood of tower like buildings, going up high in the sky. One of the was mine, a bit back from the main street. I was a the top of the building when one of the planes caught fire. It was huge and Yellow. It turned and came back at me, and crashed right in front of me. The dream was very colourfull and happy.
4 december 2006
I dreamt I was dying from being shot. The bullet wasn't killing me, but the poison on it was. I killed the attacker with his own gun with 4 shots, but I was hospitalised and dying. I was convinced it wasn't my time, and as normally I die easily and peacefully, now I was worried about Tischa, how to protect her, and I wasn't at easy about dying at all. At the point of death taking me, I returned. I survived. But I went all the way... It was worrysome..
Dilgo Kyentse
Rinpoche Tulku
With Tischa
