Dreaming as a way of life
November 29, 2007 at 3:49 pm · Filed under Uncategorized
I will be having a book signing at Magus Books in Minneapolis on Saturday, January 26th from 2:00 to 5:00. The address is 1309 1/2 SE 4th St.
September 21, 2007 at 3:32 pm · Filed under Quotes
Don’t waste your life in doubts and fears: spend yourself on the work before you, well assured that the right performance of this hour’s duties will be the best preparation for the hours or ages that follow it.
September 17, 2007 at 6:17 pm · Filed under Dreams
I am crossing a road with Amanda, holding on to her small right hand with my left. It is a 4-lane road with a divider. I believe half of it is one-way, so on much of it I only have to look one way to make sure it is clear. We run across the street, with me slowing down to adjust to her speed. There is a construction barrier, like a hurdle, as we get to the other side. Amanda is able to jump it, which surprises me but I’m proud of her. We walk on a second level wide concrete walkway. There are large windows to the left, like shops or businesses of some kind. One is a childcare center. The childcare center has a door with a large window. A small boy is standing behind the window waiting for me. He is my boy. The boy is just a little guy, toddler at most. He has light brown hair in a typical little boy cut. I open the door and pick him up. I am about to leave, but then open the door again and waive to a man in the center so that he knows I’m here to pick up my boy. I hold my boy to my chest with my right arm, while holding Amanda’s hand with my left hand. I feel intense love, both emotionally and physically. I want to hold on for a minute and just stand there holding each of them like this. As I do, I feel the love flowing into my chest from the boy, and up through my arm from Amanda. The love connects all the way through, like energy flowing through my heart and down my left arm, and vice versa.
September 10, 2007 at 5:20 pm · Filed under Poems
From deep below the surface I see
Interpreting images of circles three
Of eels and snakes that slam the hull
Devoid of the sound of the laughing gull
Decoding the symbols
Deciphering the code
On the screen within my underwater abode
Of what I guess and what I know
With this translation from below
September 6, 2007 at 7:13 pm · Filed under Quotes
The world needs dreamers and the world needs doers. But above all, the world needs dreamers who do.
September 4, 2007 at 3:01 pm · Filed under Aid for Traumatized Children Project
On the eve of the March 2003 attack on Iraq, members of the international online group the World Dreams Peace Bridge dreamed together for world peace. Many members of the group dreamed about the children of Iraq. Out of these dreams grew the Aid for Traumatized Children Project, an action directed toward providing support and relief for the many thousands of children displaced, injured, traumatized, and suffering as a result of this war.
The Aid for Traumatized Children Project has brought together people from many countries, including Iraq, to discuss what can be done for the children. It has provided aid for Seasons Art School in Baghdad, for the Post Traumatic Stress Program of Dr. Ali Rashed in the Middle East, and for refugee children in Jordan. The program continues to gain support as people reach out to help.
David L. Kahn, author of this book, says, “I found my way to the World Dreams Peace Bridge through a series of synchronistic events. Immediately I felt a sense of belonging with the other members, and I was drawn to the Aid for Traumatized Children Project. I feel strongly that we all have a responsibility to the children of the world, regardless of what country they live in, or what the politics or religion of that country are. For this reason, I have chosen to donate the royalties of this book to the AFTC. I invite you to join me in contributing to this important cause.”
The Aid for Traumatized Children Project exists under the umbrella of the iMAGE Projects, a 501(c)3 educational nonprofit organization. Donations to the AFTC Project can be made online at worlddreamspeacebridge.org or to the iMAGE Project at 408 Elmhurst Lane, Portsmouth, VA 23701. Please indicate “AFTC Project” in the memo area.
August 31, 2007 at 6:55 pm · Filed under Poems
If I should live a million nights
A child I still will be
For time in front
Or time behind
Is all the same to me
And if your twilight links to mine
Our souls on the horizon will meet
For the old man in front
Or the child behind
Neither, both, repeat
August 31, 2007 at 6:52 pm · Filed under Dreams
I am in what looks like the inside of a light house, but it is made of wood almost as if it is a very large model. I refer to it mentally as a tower. There are different levels that I reach by climbing up wooden ladders. There are others going with me but I don’t see them. There are Chinese military here with berets and I know their uniforms have some orange in them. I am in the front of the group and we are going to be executed. Oddly the military is acting nice and seem to want us comfortable. I’m a bit nervous yet not terrified about my fate. As I climb, one level has a wooden structure above me that I have to push out of the way to make room for me and the others to climb through to this level of the tower. I know that I can’t try to make a break for it. These are military people and I’d never get away, and then my death would be far worse. I get to the top level, which has plywood floors and is like a room under construction. There is a horizontal ladder about waist high in which approximately the second half of it hangs over an open area. I, and I assume the others after me, are to climb onto this ladder and go over the edge falling to our deaths. I think about this, how I will get the nerve to actually go over, what it will feel like when I fall, and I assume that death will be instant as I hit the bottom. I’m not rushed to do this. I think to myself that they should have some medication to give people to calm them, but then I figure I’d rather have a clear mind. Standing by the ladder is a large white man that looks like C. He is just standing there as though he is doing his job. I run up to push him and he does not budge, nor does he seem bothered by this. He just continues to stand there. There is a hallway that reminds me of the hallway in the basement on Decatur, except this is wooden as well. I stand at the front of this hallway thinking about my situation. I think that the only way I can get out of this would be if this is a dream. I think about that and everything seems so real, but I still question it. A woman of perhaps 30 with blonde wavy hair comes around the corner to the other side of the hallway. I ask her if this is a dream. She shakes her head affirmatively. I then feel like it is a dream and I test by flying down the hallway and back. Indeed I can fly, and I now know it to be a dream. Even though none of this is real, I still feel that I need to conclude this dream. I go to the man that looks like C. and this time I can pick him up easily. There is now a kitchen sink in this wooden room and I put him upside down into the sink, where he becomes much smaller and I put him down the disposal. There is another man behind me who is facing away from me so I don’t see his face. I pick him up and turn him upside down into the sink as well. He also shrinks and I put him down the disposal. I don’t see any military there anymore and the place now looks clean. I jump through a window. There is no glass shatter; I just go through the window. I feel myself fall and as I’m on my way down I realize that I just did this without worry thought prior to the jump. I felt it but I knew I would be fine and I landed softly on my feet. On the way down this tower now looked like a city tower and I land on a sidewalk. I look at my surroundings. I see trees, or mainly the branches of trees. Through them a distance away up high I see a window. I think of this as being the neighbors and sort of brush it off, but then I take note of it briefly. The window is arched at the top and has some decor. The bottom rectangular part of the window has 3 vertical sections. It is an attractive window and I see a green glow through it. I take off and fly. I am exhilarated, both because I am lucid and also because just a few minutes ago I thought I was going to die and here I am now so totally alive. I quickly say, “Show me what I need to see. Show me what I need to see God!” I fly seeing just the sky briefly and then am falling face down towards the ground with my vision going to gray. I feel as though I am awakening and I feel the transition. I fall slowly towards a bed with my eyes closed and I feel like I land softly into the bed and then continue to sink somewhat into it. I have a feeling in my chest of transition between asleep and awake. As I settle into the bed I believe I wake up, but it is a false awakening. I am in a hotel room with Chris and it is early in the morning, perhaps 4:00 a.m. I tell Chris that I just had the most amazing lucid dream. I begin to tell her about it. As I’m telling her about it I refer to the tower as a spyglass or a clock tower. I know this isn’t quite the right terminology but I’m having trouble remembering the word lighthouse. Eventually I do, telling her rather accurately a description of it including all the wood and the wooden structure which I had to move in order to get to the next level. The exception to my accuracy is that I describe it as a lighthouse so that she’d get the idea that it has a spiral staircase. Chris uses another word to describe it. I can’t remember what and it isn’t totally accurate, but it is close enough that I know she has a good visual image. The phone rings and it is CVS Pharmacy calling her. This interrupts my telling of the dream and Chris talks for a minute. I’m tired too and would like to get back to sleep. It seems awfully early for the pharmacy to call. She talks for a minute and then abruptly ends the call. I now hear what seems like arguing outside of our room in the hallway. This is a big room and the bed now faces a different direction. I think there is a large quilt on the bed. We are now house guests staying in a guest room at M.’s house. I realize now that she and her husband aren’t arguing. The dogs have to go outside and M’s husband is trying to get them to go. The door opens and M. comes in wearing pink pajamas like the ones Amanda sometimes wears, but adult sized. There is mattress on the floor and I know there is another in the house. A dog comes in. It is their dog but looks like Sadie. I hear M’s husband but he and the other dog, who I think of as looking like Jenna, don’t come into the room. This is all keeping me awake. I then actually do wake up and I wonder why I hadn’t written down this dream, realizing after a few moments that I had been sleeping this whole time.
August 31, 2007 at 6:45 pm · Filed under Quotes
Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.
August 30, 2007 at 4:09 pm · Filed under Quotes
Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams
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