For 'JustSheila'
Sheila,
Thank you for your concern. I have chronicled these dreams before on this board, but apparently the logs don't go back that far.
I'll try to relate them as best as I remember. If I have any trouble, I still have my dream journals. Somewhere.
I was very deep in a Rosicrucian order studying the Tarot at the time, so be advised that it sure looks like Tarot symbolism had a big something to do with the images in the two dreams I'm going to post here. I could say lots more about this, but it would derail the purpose of this post.
The first dream was like an amusement park thrill ride. We were special forces troops, flying in on a helicopter in full battle gear, which curiously enough, now that I just think about it, portended my later involvement in paintball games.
The 'Steward' or the leader of the order I was in was the commander in this dream. He was giving us a pep talk. "you've been training for this all your lives! You can do it!" stuff like that.
Get this; we arrived at what looked to me like the parking structure near PAC in Los Angeles, and repeled down ropes from the hovering choppers.
We went down the street which is now called 'L Ron Hubbard blvd' which I didn't know at the time of the dream. We charged in the front door, and started the most freakin' realistic combat simulation I've ever been through, INCLUDING all the computer games I've played, and those are extensive.
The people in the space that was previously occupied by both ASHO day and foundation, was in this dream held by Viet Cong looking personnel. Oriental gentlemen (I didn't say 'worthy'!) wearing black pajamas armed with AK 47's.
It was intense. I was better than Rambo on the best day he ever had. Auto-hosing rooms full of dudes, after tossing in grenades, the whole nine yards.
In the dream, I fought my way up the exact duplicate of the stairs to my former office when I was the examiner, backed up by my team. It was actually a closet, and right outside of it, was an obviously high-ranking looking target holding this blond haired woman with a pistol to her head.
I pulled out my pistol and shot him through the forehead, grabbed the blond, and shouted over my headset 'GO! GO! GO!'
Exfil was exciting and successful, and the Steward was back, praising us for a job well done on the ride home!
All this was mind-blowingly realistic and what they call nowadays 'high-def', but it was my dream before any of this technology came out.
It seemed to illustrate the liberation I was experiencing studying another occult tradition. It was freeing me from holds that still existed in my sub-con.
The next dream interesting, too. And it happened that same night, after I woke up and wrote the first one in my dream log, and fell back to sleep.
OK, if you don't know anything about the Tarot, let me share some basics;
Anytime you see a male figure in the Tarot, it represents one of three aspects, if you will, of self consciousness. Anytime you see a female figure, it represents an aspect of sub-consciousness. Any time you see a winged figure (even a bat-winged one, tee-hee) it represents some aspect of 'superconciousness' or 'intuition', if you will.
Another of the basic guidelines is that black hair represents passive, and blond represents active. So, a blond women represents active subconscious. Otherwise known as creative imagination.