… and then I woke up
Freud said that whether we intend it or not, we’re all poets. That’s because on most nights, we dream. And the dreams are a lot like poetry whereby in both poetry and dreams we express our internal life in similar ways.
An interesting ideology from the Father of Psychoanalysis. I like the thought of being a poet even if it’s within my dreams. Perhaps the movie Inception captures this principle quite apparently that there is no limit to what one can experience during a dream.
There are several different types of dreams. These dreams can be classified as either psychological or spiritual dreams. In certain traditions the interpretation of dreams is very important. One such tradition that I read about is the Naqsbandi Sufi Tradition. They believe that dream-work is a dialogue, a conversation between the dreamer and the world of dream. Through this dialogue they believe that they make a connection to a part of themselves that the outer world often dismisses and invalidates.
I had a dream, a weird dream when I was about 9 years old. I dreamt that I was in my aunt’s house. It was a double storey house and there was something spooky about the only room on the top floor. There was rumour that there was a Jinn lingering there. Jinn are supernatural creatures that can be good, evil or neutrally benevolent. I don’t know if this was told to keep us kids, off the first floor or if there was some truth to it.
In this dream I saw a man with a crescent shaped face- yes, he did indeed have a very pointed chin. He was wearing a white robe and I saw him floating down that length of stairs. His eyes were beady black and appeared to be rigid. It was a terrifying dream. I woke up feeling scared and sweaty. I didn’t tell anyone about my dream. I just steered clear of my aunt’s place.
Two years later my family made a trip to my father’s village in India. My mother likes to patronize this Shrine of a Sufi Master and I always tagged along. We were going to spend a night in the grounds of the shrine. That evening my cousins and I played hide-and-seek. I was not very good at hiding and so I was the one looking for them most of the time. As I was running around looking for them I came across man- the very same man in my dream. He had the that very pointed chin. He was seated in a cubicle with his eyes closed. My jaws just dropped and I froze. I then ran helter skelter and heaved myself at my mother’s side and stayed stuck to her like glue. (the shrine)
This dream was another Kodak moment in my life; an unpleasant one and I just couldn’t erase it from my mind. I felt this need, an urge to know the identity of this man in my dream and the reason for seeing him in person. Everything happens for a reason is my general rule in life. I asked and enquired upon everyone whom I deemed could tell me the mystery behind my dream. Some told me it was the Sufi Master himself and there were other godly explanations too. Somehow it did not resonate with me- I just had this gut feeling that if it was the divine per say-why then did I feel frightened?
A couple of years back I learnt intuitive tarot. It was a group setting and we went through many decks. We were using this deck by Colette Baron Reid and I got the card- the Dragon’s Lair that made me feel extremely sad and tears were rolling down my cheeks. My teacher – a gifted reader could instinctively tell that it was a past life revelation. She related that in many of my past lives I had wanted to empower children. This I did by enabling them to read. In this particular lifetime it was forbidden to educate female children and so I had done this discreetly. Another member of the group could literally see me walking up the stairs with a man dressed in a white robe following me with a rope. And I in my mind’s eye could see that I had hanged myself with my own scarf. I just didn’t want my life to be taken by another. It then dawned on me that the card with the stairs had a connection with the dream I had at 9.
In her book “ Daughter of Fire” Irina Tweedie talks about her time with her beloved Master and his teachings. The Master had explained to her that a Jinn can come in many different forms. When they assume the human form they are usually attired in white and that their eyes seem different too. Irina recalls the time where she saw a young man in white sitting awkwardly at the corner of the chair. He was there to learn from her Master. What struck her most were his eyes. They were wide, very dark and had a strange expression. Her description of the eyes of the Jinn stirred me and I realised this was the part, one of the dots to connect to the dream.
This dream I had was obviously a past life karma needing a closure. Waiting 4 decades for an understanding of the dream is a validation itself. The man in my dream and the man that I had seen in the shrine to my inner knowing was the same Jinn that was supposed to have hanged me in my past life. An unfinished job and so he appeared in my dream and in that shrine, traumatizing me. According to Irina’s Master, Jinn s are not visible unless in the presence of enlightened beings and perhaps that’s why I saw the Jinn in the Shrine of the Sufi Master.
My dream was something of the past but Sandra Whipple, has this question to ask ”Can dream warn us of danger or future events?’’ I believe this to be true too. At one point in my life, I had this recurring dream of nursing a Saint’s feet. Me being me, I needed to know WHY. I asked a Buddhist Monk who channels the Medicine Buddha and he told me that it was an indication of something unpleasant to happen to one my kids and the act of washing and healing the Saint’s wounded leg had helped to clear this future misfortune. Dreams do help to redeem oneself of future calamity. I feel blessed to have had this divine help.
So with the sharing of my dreams I bid you all… SWEET DREAMS