Mouse, from the Salish Coast in Washington State, USA, is my guest asking about her dream of dodging daggers that a man was hurling at her. The daggers were quite beautiful, bronze blades with red and black handles, old, tarnished, and they had Mouse enthralled. Things evolve until, much later in the dream, Mouse drives
When I was about six or seven, an aunt gave me an autograph book for my birthday. I can still picture it (Post script, June 2015: while moving house I found it, that’s it in the header image!), a padded matt white vinyl cover with an illustration of a modish 1960s lady, pen poised in
Lea, my guest having her dream interpreted in this episode, dreamed of a poet who had been murdered long ago in a small Chinese town. She found his body parts and laid some out so that they would be discovered. Later in her dream she told of a man she once loved who caught a
In night dreams I am the most spectacular dancer, always harmoniously partnered, cheek to cheek, heart to heart, soul to soul. Our weightless dances defy the gravity and clumsiness of waking life, as we move as one into every dimension of space until the dance ends and I wake up still smiling from the touch
This episode is about moving forward, freed by alchemy. When you do alchemy, your dreams reflect the deep changes. Of course, you’ll notice changes in your waking life – some subtle, but hugely powerful, some more dramatic – but it’s always exciting to see confirmation of the changes in your dreams. One of the first
Mary is my guest today, with a dream that begins with a song and ends with a dance, oh, and a kiss from a dream stranger named Piers. It’s twenty to six on one clock, and five forty on another. Beginning to sound a bit like Alice in Wonderland? You bet, as Mary dreams of
