Bicycle Wreck Dream

Morning Meds; 7 21 20

About a year ago I dreamt of a world in chaos…..

(Humanity’s Malice) (I posted a dream about a wasteland and a how I saw a stone marker with the words Humanity’s Malice written on it.

In the dream I saw the remains of a baseball backstop that protruding out of some rubble that was shaped like an upside down y.)

…… This y shaped form appeared again in a recent dream.

Riding a bicycle up a slight mountain incline, surrounded by beauty, suddenly I crashed into a transparent wall, solid and clear as a great sheet of glass.

Getting up, I saw the shape of the y, it’s outer form glowing, burning in white flames.

It was to my left, a crack in the glass.

It created a passage through the two foot thick transparent wall.

Ducking down a bit I passed through the upside down y.

The scenery on the other side of the y was just a continuance of the road I was bicycling on…..

I have often visualized my personal and physical world as if I am living in a snow globe and just beyond the glass is the beyond the beyond. My beliefs create the interior of the globe.

Mediating on the dream, it seemed to imply that I had hit the end of the road.

I was passing into/onto something new.

Most my posts over the last couple years have been a process of waking up, making coffee and while I’m making my coffee, a word would pop into my head.

When I meditated, more along that theme would come and I could write it down.

With a little doctoring and editing I would pass it on, in hope that it might be useful to someone else.

That simple process has stopped since I hit this transparent wall. ie. the end of the road.

I spoke of this to a friend and advisor, she said maybe you need to go through the door.

The rectangular door from the first dream, Humanity’s Malice, so I did with unexpected results.

Clearing my mind as much as it would clear, I lifted open the door.

Instead of a door, it became a coin, with it’s opposing sides of heads or tails.

I saw a side view of my world as opposing mirrored reflections and in the same way that someone could turn over a globe and have south pole moved to top, I could see my world rotating.

I was now looking at a rectangular door stamped with the inscription “Humanity’s Malice.”

This is not my normal viewpoint.

We live in the landscapes our beliefs paint for us.

We are creative infinite energy experiencing the sensations of being human.

I hope this repositioning of viewpoint and the symbolism it represents will spill over into something useful to others.

I have still been receiving and writing down information when I meditate, but it is not the same.

It doesn’t seem readily shareable.

It doesn’t flow like it did.