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The phone was ringing and my older sister went to pick it up. I sensed immediately who it was, and I couldn't believe it. It's not possible! He doesn't call you, he just doesn't. My inside was in turmoil. I felt myself expanding to the breaking point.
Yes he is here, I heard my sister reply as she picked up. It's for you! she said, and held out the phone to me. No no it can't be true, I thought. I reached for the phone and held it to my ear, hardly being able to keep myself together.
-Hello! He said, and I could not hold it together any longer and I exploded. My whole existence and everything else just exploded. God had just called me on the phone. The following weeks was full of sheer joy.

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Bjorn, these are fantastic dreams. I've been thinking a lot about dreams this week and blogged about a dream I kept returning to, but it didn't seem symbolic. In fact, I just wrote in my comment replying to my friends' comments that I wonder if I should journal my dreams, does anyone do that?

I would love to hear more symbolic dreams from you, and everyone. Such a rich topic. If one of mine comes to mind, I will add it too.

Blessings,

Nicole

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The train was coming in to the platform. I was running late and quickened my step not to miss it. I was out West and the station was one of those you see in old western movies. Just a station house and nothing more but the prairie. I had a companion with me that kept close behind me, but I did not seem to know him.
We were late and had to run and jump onto the last carriage as it pulled out of the station. It was an old steam engine train that had its cargo carriage in the back. As it was moving all doors where locked and we couldn't get into the passenger cars, but we managed to scramble into the rear end cargo car. People up front where having a jolly good time, we could hear them, relaxing enjoying the travel.
I looked around in the dark cabin and only saw a drunkard free loader slumped in the corner. Me and my friend went out on the back landing, you know, the ones they have on old western trains, and wondered what to do. It was hardly enjoyable to travel back where we were and it seemed impossible to get up to the front carriages. We decided to jump off, but we had to wait till the train slowed down. In a corner I took courage and jumped. I rolled down a slant. I thought, now I'll die! But as I looked up I saw the train disappearing beyond the bend. I stood up, dusted off the dirt, and saw my friend walking away ahead of me, into the dessert. I felt fine and followed him.

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One year after my father died I had this dream.

Sitting at the breakfast table next to my mum, suddenly my father walked passed outside the window. It was winter and he usually would have cleared the path from snow right there. But he was dead, it couldn't have been him. I left the table and stepped outside. It was him, facing me now, and I took him by the shoulders just to make sure. It was him, flesh and blood, and we embraced. This was the warmest, gentlest hug I've ever have had. He was whole. There was nothing missing. He was completely at ease. Now I thought, he must have tricked us, not letting us know he was alive. I said as I held him by the shoulders; -you can't do this to mum, you must come in and explain it to her. He just smiled.

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These dreams after a loved one has died go so deep.

Blessings,

Nicole

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Out on the open sea, on a makeshift raft, barely keeping afloat. Then this grand cruise ship comes by and offers a place on board. I check it out but find that I'll have to do with the servants quarters, mainly staying below deck. It is an over-sized luxury yacht with plenty power and great facilities. I would probably never even come close to the bridge from where they steer the cruiser. It's on a set journey, it will get safely and speedily to its destination ahead, far far across the ocean. I opt out, preferring my rickety raft, and as I look at it, its mast broken, the sails torn, hardly possible to keep a clear direction, but somehow I choose this vessel over the luxury liner. My raft have a few passengers, all seem either to be sick or sleeping. None seemingly able to help to steer the thing. Exposed to the sea, wind and scorching sun I can't help but to feel alive. Albeit it seems a bit hopeless.

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that's a powerful one, Bjorn,

Blessings,

Nicole

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     There is a school of thought that most dreams are symbolic. Many people journal their dreams and look for the symbolism to try and figure out what it means about their lives. There are even books published which interpret the symbols in dreams and tell you what they stand for. Dreams can be a powerful inspiration which  causes one to act. For me dreams can be an extension of my ability to create. A couple of times i dreamt movies. One time the credits came up at the end of the film and when it said The End, I woke up.

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Would you like to share one of your symbolic dreams, Mr?

Love,

Nicole

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I was standing in the bow on my three mast schooner, a grand old sailing ship. Almost as Kate Winslet as she stood in the front on the Titanic. When suddenly and all at once, the whole ship goes up in flames. Everything caught fire. I am still standing there with my ship burning behind me. My vessel all gone. All alone.

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Three short dreams, all in the same night. First the one with my father, told already above.

Second, and this is just after I've decided to leave Andrew's community to go upriver to spend time in solitude in the the Garwhal Himalayas: I found myself lying in an open field, on green pastures. I laid on my back, face up, with the blue sky above. Andrew Cohen, my spiritual father, guru, mentor, teacher, was lying there with me. We laid on our backs, head to head. He from one side and I from the other, so our heads were right next to each-other but kind of up side down. Both totally relaxed, enjoying the peace and space, and we were speaking. Speaking of how simple this freedom is. How utterly wonderful and easy it is, this truth. Very normal and completely at one.

Third: I found that I was lying in a bath tub. All was dark and very silent. There was no motion coming from me. I looked closer, and I found that I was lifeless. The bath was filled to the rim and even overflowing a little, spilling out on the floor. It was quite horrid as I discovered it was all blood. I was floating, face up, lifeless, in a tub filled with blood. I wasn't sure if it was my blood but since there was no sign of life coming from me, I sensed that I was witnessing my own death. This impact was so strong on me that I awoke feeling my nose bleed spontaneously, out of both nostrils, onto the pillow on both sides of my face (since I laid straight on my back, face up).

These three dreams always stayed with me, and I found them to be strong in confidence.

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This dream, me and my then wife, had arrived high up on a mountain ridge where an old Chinese temple stood. Its wooden decking overlooked the plains far below. Many people had gathered to sign in, and the reception room was full of people; young and old, families and singles. I wandered off to have a look around while we waited to get registered. It was an old monastery, clearly once fully active with monks and nuns but abandoned since many years. Now once again it was being occupied with spiritual seekers from all over. I stepped into the Dharma hall and saw the slightly raised platform meant for the presiding abbot. I saw as in a vision how the hall had used to be filled up with people listening to the sermons of the enlightened teacher. A light emanating from his seat, filling the room and falling upon all present. Now the hall was quiet as I felt the past come through. I stepped into the next room, a small powerful place, an inner sanctuary, probably only meant for the abbot. Filled with old artifacts and religious symbols. The power in this room was palpable, I could sense the old master's lingering presence.
I knew this temple had been the home of an awakened master but the light was his light alone. He had lit up this place by his own enlightenment, and had spread that light upon all present. But none had had the light in themselves. Now we were facing a completely new revival, a brand new situation, where the teacher now would emit his light but all present would equally share and emit their own light as well. I saw a vision of the dharma hall being awash in light emanating from each and every one. An enlightened community.