Dreaming the Future . . .or . . . My Life in Dreams

I’ve written here before about some of my dreams.  Here in which I was shown the Manhattan skyline in 1997 and  told that This Will Not Last.  And here in which I was given a glimpse of an American response to the Chinese – I hesitate to say threat, but maybe growth – huge growth – will do.

I apologize if this sounds crazy or if this offends.  These dreams may sound prophetic, and I may sound presumptuous to think them so.  Who am I to receive messages?  But some of the dreams I’ve had have spoken to me, down to the core, and have changed not just how I look at my life and my future, but how I live my life.  And how I see the future for all of us.  Me, you, the Chinese, the Mayans, my grandchildren, my dogs.  We’re all connected you know.

So here goes . . .  I’m going to relate only the dreams that have had a major impact on me. I’ll do this chronologically, and then (if I get to it) go back to talk about what I think the dreams mean.

When I was eighteen, I dreamed that the stars moved around in the sky very fast, a clear blue sky, and spelled out the words “NOW, Be in Rome”.  That woke me up and I had no idea what it meant.  At first, in my Southern Baptist turned Calvinist Presbyterian upbringing, I listened to see if my college roommate was still there, breathing in her bed across the room – or if other souls were ascending to heaven.  I had no idea what this dream meant for years, still am not sure.  But several years later, in talking about this dream with a close friend, he reminded me that I was a lawyer, that the seat of our legal system was Rome, and maybe the dream was telling me that that was where I needed to be in that point in my life.

I did not have another “speaking to me” dream again for nearly 30 years.  Then, in 1994, four years after my mother died, (killed horribly in a car accident – my father was driving –  when she was just 72), I had a long involved dream in which I was in a house with lot’s of folks, sort of camping out.  A friend came in saying “Did you see them?”  I go out and see arrows (spaceships?) headed to the earth.  In spite of this impending threat, there was a feeling of, even giddy, anticipation by some of the folks in the house (including my friend the Mad Kossack, sitting on a couch in a bright yellow shirt, with two other musicians).  In going around talking to others in the house I stopped by three people who had a little board with a spinner, (like a Richard Simmons diet wheel?)  saying “We’ve got to get back to the diet three cycles ago.”

Then the phone rang and my mother’s voice was there (in the dream), very strong, saying my name and “You know that I am here don’t you.”  It was the first time my mother had appeared in  my dreams since she had died.  But her voice was unmistakable and shocked me so much I almost woke up.  But the next thing I knew, in my dream, was that I was in my bed back in the room I grew up in, then the covers pulled me very fast under the bed and there I heard my father’s voice, in a very small feeble voice, calling my name, over and over, as if asking for help.  Just a few months later he had a series of heart attacks, and then a massive stroke.  I spent the next year of my life taking care of him, helping him to learn to walk and talk all over again, and then going with him into his death.

I write about that year with my father some in This Will Not Last, which is the next dream (it was really a vision in a meditation) chronologically.  For a year or so after this dream/vision, in my hour long Quaker meditations, I would receive messages (from my spiritual guides) about the future. “Save the Seed.” “Buy a Boat.” were the first two.  I had about 12 or 13 messages in all. I wrote them down in a little yellow notebook that I have somehow misplaced, but am confident that I can find.

Then the Chinese blurb.

Then, about six months ago, I had probably the strangest dream of all.  I dreamed I was in a graveyard at night.  Deep dark night, midnight.  I had the feeling that it was a graveyard in Central America, probably Guatemala (I’ve been to Guatemala.  We’ve got a good friend who leads a tour to Guatemala, which he calls the “Day of the Dead” tour, not the tour I’ve been on though.)

In my dream I, along with other people, am kneeling in front of a small headstone.  We’re all kneeling in front of small headstones.  Off to the left, behind me, in the periphery of my vision, is my son.  In front of me just beyond the headstone and a little to the right is a friend with flowing white hair.  She is telling me “You’re not kneeling down low enough.  You need to go all the way down.  You need to touch your head to the ground.”  This, with me on my knees bowing.  When my head did finally touch the ground, I had the immediate sensation that my head was suddenly wrapped tightly like a turban.  A small Mayan woman had attached herself to my head. And I could not get her loose.  I was upset because, as I said in the dream, I have to take my son for a job interview the next morning.

Next, I was in a bed sleeping, with the Mayan woman still attached to my head.  My son was in the corner of the room.  When I woke up, my son stood up and he was a beautiful young woman, in her early thirties and he/she said on leaving the room, “I can go to the job interview on my own.”

And then the Mayan woman unattached herself from my head and I got up.

So what does all this tell me . . about me . . about the future?

Some is pretty self-explanatory.  (This Will Not Last or the Chinese and the couch potatoes).  The Be in Rome dream I’ve explained and, at least for now, am satisfied with thinking it was a message related to my legal career, as I’ve had the privilege as a lawyer to do a lot of good stuff (class actions establishing rights to certain benefits under federal Medicaid statute, due process rights for welfare recipients, rights to equal protection for domestic violence victims, saving a wetlands).

Throughout my career I’ve felt the tug of the law and at other times the tug away from it.  I talk about this some in This Will Not Last.   I’ve spent the last seven years or so learning and doing environmental protection law.  I  think the message from the Mayan woman is that now I need to get back to the Earth.  And I think this is a message for all of us.  We need to go back to simpler ways of living, a simpler diet (3 cycles ago?), appreciation of the Earth, and not this civilized construct we’ve imposed upon it.  (Live more like the Mayans?).   Understand that we are all of one, a part of nature, not separate from it.  And I suspect there may be something more of the female than the male in this future.


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    • RiaD on July 16, 2008 at 15:33

    it’s good to know others dream too….

    this one was just a bit more than a dream…it haunts me still


  1. And I suspect there may be something more of the female than the male in this future.

    … resonates very strongly with me, and I believe this, too.

    Thanks for this interesting essay, cumberland sibyl, and for sharing your visions with us.

    • RiaD on July 17, 2008 at 04:40

    but you are under no obligation to answer….

    do you have moments where you know you saw this in a dream…as a part of another…reality?

    like~ i was pitting cherries the other day and suddenly i remembered? seeing that moment in a dream…the bowls of freshly washed cherries, a bowl of sugar, a new pot, etc.. just so on the table, the sun slanting in the window, the finches beeeping… and i remembered the rest of that dream…people just showing up, an impromptu party(which has nothing to do with anything, btw)

    but this happens to me… a lot

    & then i have to wonder if, in the future, we have timetravel… & that funny/wierd moment is me looking back on my life

  2. Dreams are such an important part of our lives, and a part that is glossed over and forgotten almost as soon as we awake. You say that you are inclined to believe in reincarnation. I feel that it is a fact of our lives that we have forgotten about, out of necessity. Out of necessity because a lesson learned about almost drowning with a life guard near, doesn’t have nearly the impact as the same lesson with-out the life guard.

    In the last few years I have come to a position in self-identification that is a bit away from the norm. For the sake of debate, let us assume two givens: there is the “walk around” self known as Jim, a corporal being, and there is a self, call it Joat, that most people would describe as a soul, which is supra-corporal. Most people say “my soul” as if the soul is their possesion, something they have stuck in their back pack, something they are unable to define yet are sure that they “possess”.

    My contention is that our souls possess us. My walk around self, Jim, spent somewhere around 60 years thinking that it was the paramount ego, the ultimate expression of self that I had. However in the last 2-3 years I have come to the conclusion that Joat is the real self in charge, is the truest sense of identity. It is my soul that incarnates over and over on the wheel of life, learning lessons and hopefully growing in loving wisdom, not Jim. Jim is a one time deal, a one-off so to speak. (In boats, a one-off is a design for a boat that is only built once.) Jim is a program. Jim is a magnificent job of programming: the genetics my parents had to give, the environment that I grew up in, physical, mental, and moral, and the predisposition to live a life with all the attributes of my soul, Joat, as a background.

    There are all kinds of books out there that talk of past life regressions, about who a person used to be. But how many books about the time between lives have you seen? IMHO it is the between life portions of our existence that are the reality, Joat is on an eternal learning curve, looking to consciously re-unite with the One Thing That Is Everything. Jim is but a lesson along the way, but a lesson just as important as any.

    Getting back to dreams now, I would like to proprose that our dreams are our souls talking to their constructs, giving our walk around aspects valuable information, clues as to directions to take, and events to unfold, emotional boosts, and maybe just pure gossip. Our dreams are super important, and I think that sharing them as you have done is a very good way of finding out what is going on “out there”, “in there”(?). The good folk here at DD are a pretty eclectic blend. If we all shared our dream worlds more, it might offer some very important clues as to where we need to put our energies. We have pretty much found out that politics is a loser, necessary on one level, yet inconsequental on another.

    And with the establishment of all the tributaries to this babbling brook I call a comment to your essay, let me share a dream of mine. Just a short description only.

    It was as an unknown, or unimportant place somewhere in the US, a few years down the road, with all the concomitant disasters we have now, exacerbated. All of the rushies, o’pukeos and cheney/bush types going through their guns and violence thing, only this time here in this country. Shooting up people that were opposing them, detention centers, environmental disasters, and everything we have been speculating on. Yet from my perspective there were an incredibly large number of really good people going about their daily business as usual, not giving their attention to the chaos around them, trying to share their peace, their material goods, their love to those around them. As the dream progressed, the chaos and the bad players started to thin out, to become apparitions instead of solid people, while the calm folk just kept beaming. The end of the dream came when the baddies had thinned out to nothing and the chaos was gone. The environment was cleansed, and the good folk were there still, still beaming, still sharing their love.

    Oh well, a short, short foray into meanings……….

    A divergence of alternate realities?   I think so!!!

    Be well and be at Peace  

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