River 25
Julie
Zenith 1991

~~~~~~dream~~~~~~

I seemed to be looking at a little girl aged about twelve years old. She was dressed so prettily in all of her splendour in a cream-coloured lace dress and a lovely wide-brimmed hat. It was ‘me’ and I looked so lovely in the dream, leaning on a table or bench.

Right next to me was a very beautiful and slender lady. She was also finely dressed. Who she was I have no idea, although she could have been my mother. She was holding up an open book to show me that it was mine. I seemed to be an observer in the dream, as I was watching them both. The young girl had her back to me, but I knew she was me, too.

In the front section of the book was an inscription: ‘This book belongs to Zenith’, and ‘Zenith’ was me, I thought.

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My life was a disaster!! That’s what I thought at the time, anyway. My health wasn’t too good and I was still getting over the death of my son. I cried a lot and felt lethargic and tired all the time, drained, as though I was a zombie. I was constantly feeling anxiety. So much was triggered off inside me.

I’d put myself in a situation which I’d never wished to happen. I’d put my marriage into jeopardy and my life into turmoil, and, to justify my own behaviour and feelings, I’d put judgements on so many people.

I’d written a letter. I regretted writing it at the time, and why I ever posted it was anybody’s guess. I was a very angry person, angry at myself and at others, so all of this came out in my letter.

Now, this letter never reached the person intended, but went to someone else, an uncle, whom I wrote so badly about in the letter. I’d written a number of letters at the time and somehow it got mixed up.

The trouble began when Julie discovered the letter hadn’t been received by the person to whom it was intended, but at this stage she had no idea who, out of all the people she had mailed letters to that day, was the recipient of the angry mail.

The guilt began then, because I knew that I had sent it off to someone - but who?! I became paranoid whenever I wrote any letters and would have to check up to see whether the right people had received them. The guilt led to me not wanting to face people in case they saw the real me. I was a mess. I felt my family wouldn’t love me any more. Memories from my past began to emerge, although I didn’t understand why at the time.

The anxiety was tremendous. I thought of running away: all sorts of things. It would have been one of the most frightening experiences in my entire life, and I’d caused the while situation, all by myself.

Each night I would pray for answers to reveal who had received the letter. On one of those nights, this dream finally came to me.

I can still see the ‘Zenith’ dream today, because it had made such a big impact on my life. Because I’d been praying for an answer, the dream stuck in my mind more than the others and it seemed important to me to know the dream’s meaning. I’m not too sure how many days it was before I worked out what the dream had meant to me. I know it was only a short time, but it was dream that didn’t leave me. I persisted, like an obsession, until the meaning came and I found out how important it was to me. I was so shocked by my findings.

The word ‘Zenith’ had stumped me. I decided to look up the dictionary to see if it was there. Sure enough, it was and I took it as ‘the highest point in the universe’. OK. Now that was established I thought, ‘What is the highest point in the universe to me? God. God is the highest point in the universe. Yes!!’

‘But what’s God got to do with this dream?’, I thought. Somehow it hit me. ‘This book belongs to ‘Zenith’ must mean ‘This book belongs to God’. I raced to get my Bible, opened it up to the front of the book and there was a card from my uncle, right in the front page. I nearly died when I saw the card. I had forgotten I’d put I there. I knew then who I had posted the letter to by mistake.

Realising what ‘Zenith’ had meant to me set the ball rolling to interpret the dream. I wondered what the age of number twelve had to do with the dream. I turned to page twelve in the Bible and read the contents: it was all about judgement. I knew it was the right answer for me. Just after I had worked all this out, I had confirmation that it was my uncle who had received the letter. Not only had the ‘Zenith’ dream been of great importance to me, but also my prayers had been answered.

I’d probably been getting close to the answer because I’d had a dream the week before that I was way up in the universe (Zenith) looking down onto a map. The dream zoomed in, as if through a camera, onto this map and then a star shape landed on the map, sort of like ‘x marks the spot’.

The changes to my life started within a week or so after interpreting my dream. Firstly, I didn’t want to be that person any more. I wanted to change. I didn’t like the person that I was. I knew then that my whole way of living had to change, otherwise I would stay the same.

I wrote letters off to various people who were mentioned in ‘the letter’ that I’d written a couple of months before the dream. I apologised to them for what I had said, even though they had no idea. I felt it was something that I had to do at the time. I had some good responses from some people, but others didn’t answer. It was very difficult writing and sending off those letters.

I’d already been going to a counsellor for a short time for something else. Someone had put me onto a Women’s Group where I also went to gain self-esteem, confidence and so on. I began to learn more about who I was and what I was about. I kept going to various groups, learning more about myself. I wanted to keep on learning.

I feel now that the whole experience was meant to happen. It taught me a good lesson about judgement of other people and really made me look at myself. I now know the hurt and pain I caused to so many people, including myself, and that’s a big lesson for one to learn.

I may still be that person, but only in looks and body structure. On the inside, my thinking and perceptions have changed in a way that is much better than ever before.

In a dream which took place about three weeks after ‘Zenith’, I was saying goodbye to a lot of young people and I remember saying, in the dream or as I was waking up: ‘I wish you all, through life, an abundance of peace, love and happiness.’

Out with the old, on with the new.

Jane’s Interpretation

To interpret this dream I would have started by asking Julie what ‘Zenith’ meant to her. If she was completely mystified I probably would have suggested ‘highest point’, and therefore perhaps ‘higher self’. The term ‘higher self’ has a wide spectrum of meanings today, but I use it to denote an ideally pure viewpoint, a ‘highest perspective’ such as we might gain by standing back and taking an entirely objective, non-judgemental, loving look at ourselves and our situation. Julie’s dream reinforces this interpretation because it was experienced as an objective onlooker.

I would have interpreted the book as representing a source of knowledge. In her dream, Julie felt this book belonged to her, so I would have concluded that everything Julie needed to know could be accessed through her higher self. Unconsciously, of course, Julie knew exactly who she had posted the letter to. All she needed to do was let her unconscious mind take over and reveal the answer: which she, and it, did!

Ocean Dip
Caz
To Remain or Not To Remain Married?
That is the Question 1993

~~~~~~dream~~~~~~

I asked Marissa whether or not to go to London to reunite with Christopher. The communication I received from her was, ‘Don’t go!’

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I had married Christopher in the UK in August 1990 but by May 1991 I felt our relationship was floundering. By the following August we began a three month trial separation and, six months later, I left the UK to spend two months travelling in Egypt and Thailand en route to Australia. Back home, I spent several months in a familiar environment with my sister and her family before meeting Christopher again at the end of 1992 to holiday together in Thailand. We are both born travellers. By February 1993 initial decisions were being made to reunite with him and move back to England. By May, the time of my dream, my body symptoms as well as the dream were indicating to the contrary.

Marissa is a spiritual healer and a person whom I love unconditionally. Earlier that evening, before the dream, I went to an evening workshop on personal growth with Marissa as facilitator, after having spent a weekend in confusion over Christopher, and feeling a pain inside my lower left back. I desperately wanted Marissa to answer my question, but I was not able to present it that evening, let alone get an answer. To add to this, I discovered Marissa was now off to the UK for a month or so. I feel she would have sensed my need for answer to my urgent question and given it to me in my dream.

Before sleep that night I prepared myself to call with clarity my dreams, falling asleep to the affirmation ‘Harmony and peace, love and joy surround me and dwell in me’. I asked Marissa whether or not I should go to London to reunite with Christopher. The communication I received from her was ‘Don’t go!’

On the morning following the dream, before I awoke and had a chance to record details on paper, Christopher rang and I expressed my change of plans. My unconditional love and trust in Marissa had led me to perceive her dream answer as a direction translation. I still carried through with my garage sale the next weekend, because it was a much needed ‘letting go’ of many things in my past anyway.

For a short while after this, I probably found my ego or consciousness interpreting my dreams in an overriding fashion, seeking confirmation or approval that I had made the right decision. Looking back, had I known how to perceive my bodily symptoms, even on the eve of my wedding, the answer and actions should have been, ‘No. Stop’ way back then.

I have no regrets. The decision snowballed into an intense year of working on myself and a commitment to continue to do so. In December 1994 I spent a month travelling on holiday in Australia with Christopher and remain convinced and relieved that we did not reunite. I felt myself floundering and losing my identity even within a month. I would rather be dead to obtain freedom, than suffocate in the relationship. No matter how strong my self-esteem, it would just get chipped away and erode. It wouldn’t be strong enough to survive!

Caz is highly aware of the way in which the body reflects the mind, and now capably uses this as a diagnostic barometer of her unconscious feelings.

Before the dream I had pain inside my lower left back due to feeling unsupported in all aspects of the relationship, especially Christopher’s lack of commitment to personal awareness which would have benefited the relationship. Since the age of thirteen, I have suffered from idiopathic oedema. Curiously, during the two months spent travelling in extreme heat in Egypt and Thailand, I suffered no oedema. I guess this was because I was not under any stress of expectations, particularly from men. Within a few months of returning to Australia, I was caught up emotionally in a past relationship and the oedema flared and has not really subsided since.

Interestingly, within two days of being in Christopher’s company during our recent shared holiday, my body reacted strongly. My legs became tree trunks, twice as thick as their normal size. The feeling was that I was carrying him around as part of me and that I had to pull all the weight for the pair of us. My brain was working for the two of us. I am usually reluctant to use clinical medicines but weakened under the circumstances of some intensive travelling within that month. Further, upon Christopher’s immediate departure, at the airport, I could feel a huge weight lift from me. Within one week, the extent of the fluid retention in my feet had reduced substantially.

Fascinating stuff, how inappropriately-dealt-with emotions reveal themselves in bodily symptoms!

Jane’s Interpretation

There are no details to interpret! The rule of thumb for assessing advice received in a dream is simple: if it feels right when weighed up in the cool light of day, follow it.

Francoise’s cry for help was more generally phrased:

"I decided that I had to get my life in order and that was that. I called for divine guidance. I was driven subconsciously, somehow knowing my being had to ask."
Francoise

Her dream responded with a power which knocked her off her feet and into a new way of being.

Sarras’s plea came, not in a dream, but in her waking life moments after aborting her attempt to commit suicide:

"I was lying on the floor saying ‘Please, Jesus, help me’. I’m not a religious person, so I was thinking ‘Where did that came from?’, but I guess that’s the point you get to. It’s the only thing you can think of, to ask for help. All of a sudden I remembered the beautiful face from my dream."
Sarras

It was her recollection of a vision from her dream that came to her rescue, giving her hope and the inspiration to climb up from rock bottom and into her new life.

Moni did not consciously take a question to bed with her, but she had decided to postpone a decision and sleep on it:

"Since the letter was couched in strong terms and I was mentally and physically exhausted, I decided I should at least sleep well and reconsider it when I was refreshed. The letter could sit to one side for a while."
Moni

Her dream put her into a situation where she was forced to decide whether to drop her letter in the litter bin or to hand it over to the person concerned:

"On waking I knew that since I had made the decision in my dream to hand over the letter, believing the situation to be real and being totally satisfied with my action, that I should follow through and post the letter. I had no doubt at all about this. The dream did not add fuel to my fire; it added concrete below my feet."
Moni

Like Moni, Jayne’s dream was a role play of a decision she needed to confirm: