dreams

Soon To Be Free

Claire death, dreams, grief

Dream 2/10/11
Soon to Be Free 
Cameron is in my dream, in some kind of detainment center. They are going to be letting him out soon. There is a gap in the wire fencing through which I joyfully hug and kiss him. We talk a little (I don’t remember upon waking what was said). I urge him to be careful – not to blow his chance to be free. I feel he is still a bit of a scoundrel.
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Cameron is my son, who died of a drug overdose May 3, 2004. I cannot even express how amazingly happy I felt in the dream. It was so nice to be happy and hug him so tight. So much better than those early dreams where I was so angry at his leaving that all I could do was argue with him or turn my back. I feel that we have healed so much. I am not sure what the idea that they are letting him out soon means. A medium told me recently that he’s coming back soon – getting a new body. Maybe so.

 

Soon To Be Free by Artful Alchemist on Polyvore

I looked for a song to go with my dream art, and found this one (which I’d not heard before). I’m pretty sure Cameron led me to it to try and tell me what it’s like over there. I love the lyrics, and the rhythm. Be free, Cameron. Be free.


Free
by Stevie Wonder
Free like the river
Flowin’ freely through infinity
Free to be sure of
What I am and who I need not be
Free from all worries
Worries prey on oneself’s troubled mind
Freer than the clock’s hands
Tickin’ way the times
Freer than the meaning of free that man defines
Life running through me
‘Til I feel my father God has called
Me having nothin’
But possessing riches more than all
And I’m free
To be nowhere
But every place I need to be
Freer than a sunbeam
Shining through my soul
Free from feelin’ heat or knowing bitter cold
Free from conceiving the beginning
For that’s the infinite start
I’m gone – but I’m still living
Life goes on without a beating heart
Free like a vision
That the mind of only you can see
Freer than a raindrop
Falling from the sky
Freer than a smile in a baby’s sleepin’ eyes
I’m free like a river
Flowin’ freely to infinity
I’m free to be sure of
What I am and who I need not be
I’m much freer – than the meaning
Of the word free that man defines
Free – free like the vision that
The mind of only you are ever gonna see
Free like the river
My life goes on and on through infinity

Dream: Hungry Lions

Claire dreams
Hungry Lions by Artful Alchemist on Polyvore

Dream: 1/18/2011
Hungry Lions


I am exploring ancient grounds – an abandoned estate of some kind. It is not in ruins, but is overgrown and neglected as well as deserted. I discover there are feeding stations in some locations. There are monkeys and there are lions. I go to one feeding station near the front of the house (it looks a bit like a metal water pump). I can read a label on it that indicates it’s for the lions. I give it a pump, out of curiosity, and a few old cheese puffs come out. The monkeys stay back and a lion comes and sniffs at the cheese puffs. I feel sad for the lions – they can’t eat food like this. It reminds me of a zoo where people come to gawk and make caged pets of these glorious animals. I’m a bit frightened to be so close to the lions, but feel it is up to me to feed them.
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To me, the message of this dream is so clear. The monkeys are the monkey-mind – all that chatter, inner critic, false beliefs, distractions. It is clear that I’m not to feed them. (In waking life, I feed them all too often.) The lions represent my authentic inner power (connections to the goddess Sekhmet and also to the Alsan Christ-consciousness figure from the Narnia tales). They are hungry. It’s my job to feed them. And cheetos (my ultimate junk food!) are not going to cut it. My inner lioness needs real meat, something to sink her teeth into, something that will sustain her. It’s my job to find what that is and provide it. It IS frightening to think of really owning my inner power. Yet in the dream, I seem determined despite my fear. That’s what the dream is asking of me in waking life – to brave up and feed my inner power what it needs.

What inner power do you choose to feed? And how do you tame the monkey-mind?