I had this dream this morning, between 6:00am and 7:00am. I think this is the first dream I remember with aspects of New Earth in it.
As usual, I was on my own. I came to a large, expansive river, which had a wide calm river mouth emptying into the ocean. There was a lot of greenery in the forested slopes nearby. My method of transport was astral flying. It was as if all the usual buildings and man-made erections were wiped away, and it was a new start. Nature held full sway. There was a small clan of humanity that lived here, as evidenced by a large mechanical bridge that had been built across the widest part of the river, connecting shores. I didn’t need to use the bridge to cross, as I could fly. In the running commentary that I often hear in my dreams (as I tell myself the story) I heard that the men had been successful in building the bridge to cross the river, which otherwise would have cleaved their communities in two, with no possibility of travel or communication. I felt that I was somewhere in the Balkans, although there was no visual evidence to that. It was just that this wide river existed there.
I decided to sweep out over the watery expanse, and was enjoying my interaction by swooping down low and marveling at the clear waters, and the “aliveness” of the river itself. I felt perfectly attuned with this river environment. I came around the point, and into the estuary, which opened out to the ocean. I saw a lone silver/gray, double-storey house with white window shutters (that appeared all closed up, and the house appeared unlived in). It had the best position on the promontory, and it appeared that the original inhabitants had built it there for the scenic beauty of the spot, being able to see both river and ocean. The house was not in bad repair, just seemingly unused at this time. I continued on past this evidence of historic life, and actually had a dip in the cool, fresh river waters. As I glanced back towards the ocean, I could see two waves coming in, with significant curls as they advanced. However, the waves were not too over-sized, and did not engender any fear. I just observed them as they progressed onwards.
Next thing I was back in the forest at the river’s edge and was talking to one of the native humans that lived there. I was trying to express to him the alive nature of the river, how it pulsed and ran its course like the life-blood of the scene around us. For me, it was viscerally alive, and I could see the entire serpentine length of the river as if it were alive reaching its journey’s end at the river mouth. It was vibrant, and had majesty and purpose. The man responded to me “Are you even from this planet?”
At that point, I woke up.
As usual, I was on my own. I came to a large, expansive river, which had a wide calm river mouth emptying into the ocean. There was a lot of greenery in the forested slopes nearby. My method of transport was astral flying. It was as if all the usual buildings and man-made erections were wiped away, and it was a new start. Nature held full sway. There was a small clan of humanity that lived here, as evidenced by a large mechanical bridge that had been built across the widest part of the river, connecting shores. I didn’t need to use the bridge to cross, as I could fly. In the running commentary that I often hear in my dreams (as I tell myself the story) I heard that the men had been successful in building the bridge to cross the river, which otherwise would have cleaved their communities in two, with no possibility of travel or communication. I felt that I was somewhere in the Balkans, although there was no visual evidence to that. It was just that this wide river existed there.
I decided to sweep out over the watery expanse, and was enjoying my interaction by swooping down low and marveling at the clear waters, and the “aliveness” of the river itself. I felt perfectly attuned with this river environment. I came around the point, and into the estuary, which opened out to the ocean. I saw a lone silver/gray, double-storey house with white window shutters (that appeared all closed up, and the house appeared unlived in). It had the best position on the promontory, and it appeared that the original inhabitants had built it there for the scenic beauty of the spot, being able to see both river and ocean. The house was not in bad repair, just seemingly unused at this time. I continued on past this evidence of historic life, and actually had a dip in the cool, fresh river waters. As I glanced back towards the ocean, I could see two waves coming in, with significant curls as they advanced. However, the waves were not too over-sized, and did not engender any fear. I just observed them as they progressed onwards.
Next thing I was back in the forest at the river’s edge and was talking to one of the native humans that lived there. I was trying to express to him the alive nature of the river, how it pulsed and ran its course like the life-blood of the scene around us. For me, it was viscerally alive, and I could see the entire serpentine length of the river as if it were alive reaching its journey’s end at the river mouth. It was vibrant, and had majesty and purpose. The man responded to me “Are you even from this planet?”
At that point, I woke up.