My Dreams

In my dream I lived in a village with cobblestone streets. I could feel a strong communal, happy vibe and there was lots of sunlight. I went for a job, to work for a spiritual teacher I respected. I met with her secretary, and I was full of optimism. Then she asked about my past. […]

An otherworldly wise old man was in my dream, who taught me about discipline and perfection. He conveyed this through guitar, and I listened to a section he played, in which the steel strings were perfect. The tempo, the pitch, the notes were all precisely balanced. He said, “It’s different – can you hear it?”

In my dream I was at a party in a huge mansion – I was bored like I am at most parties. I remember high ceilings, white marble floors, and I was aware I had a very special pass hanging around my neck. There were heaps of people there I knew – friends from my

In my dream I was standing a dark hallway in a house. My house. There was a dark living room to my right, and there were two or three children playing animatedly in the dark lounge room. The children felt very familiar, and I was connected to them – yet they were not mine. While

In my dream I was walking around a city I wasn’t familiar with, with five people I knew in my dream as friends. Suddenly a loud siren started screaming – like an air raid siren – filling me with a flood of dread. It was an omen that something terrible was coming. Just as I

Here’s another dream from my least favourite ‘apocalypse’ category. I was sitting outside, at a bluestone café in a beautiful tree-lined street, the sun was shining, the sky was blue and it was a perfect day. The street reminded me of George Street, Fitzroy, back in my old hood (in the real world). I was