When I still lived with my mother I remember a time when she drew great dream weavers. I would ask her why she drew them and she told me they represented her dream allies. "Dream ally?" I would question. There are parts of you that will guide you and help you in life subconsciously. Some people never recognize or acknowledge those parts. For my mother they are her dream allies. She would talk to them in her dreams and they would give her direction.
In my dreams I notice recurring situations or characters which I learn to identify with parts of myself. First when I was very young there was a Tiger. Whenever I saw him from then on I was always a child. He was injured with a scar across his stomach from which his insides would hang. I tried to heal him once with stitches but could never make the bleeding stop. I feel a very loving connection to the Tiger but I do not know or understand his symbolism. I often wonder if he represents an unknown love interest because of the way I feel around him in my dreams.
There is The Great Bear who I know is my protector. He first arrived while I walked alone in a wooded area. An ageless everlasting forest. The Great Bear and I come here to talk. Not in words but by touch. This is how we best communicate. There are no other creatures in these woods besides the tree spirits. It is a place of life and growth but also of great loneliness. I have learned to call this Bear whenever I need him. He is a great friend but does not hesitate to let me know if I have acted foolishly in my decisions. Once I leapt from a cliff in the desert. I jumped with noble intentions of flying and then fell many, many miles to the ground. I was afraid. At the bottom the Bear approached from a cave that stunk of death. My Bear sank his teeth into my shoulder and dragged me into the cave where he tore me to pieces. Many years later I dreampt again of The Bear in the woods where he explained to me his actions. Never would he be angry at me for making whatever choices I chose to make. However, I must not be afraid to make them for I will fall to my death if I do not face all decisions with confidence. The Great Bear took me back to the desert ledge and told me to jump without fear and I did. I flew across the open expanse of red sand to the other side where he awaited me. I would often have dreams of falling or trying to fly or being suspended in air but this is the first time I succeeded. This is also the first time I felt presence of another creature The hawk, who with his piercing cry soared above me. At this point The Great Bear left me. I call on him from time to time.
There are many things I pay very close attention to in my dreams now. Once, my sister lead me to a tattered baby carriage lead by two partially decayed horses. It seemed they were stuck in mud fully submerged in a black lake surrounded by dead flowers. The rotten horses eyes would roll back in their heads to look up at me below the soft ripples. I could hear the faint sound of their garbled whinnies. My sister too was undead. She seemed solemn and afraid. It occurs to me her death in my dream was not a very pleasant one. So I comforted her and found a way to make her laugh. In this dream I learned that things are not always as they appear. Although my sister was undead she was fully capable of interacting with me and being the youthful girl I know her to be. I also learned that whatever happens no matter how wary it may make me, there is a way to cope. Whatever the ominous dream is telling me will come I am ready for.
I find my dreams tell me most to have strength.
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