Remarkable Coincidences, Remote Dreams by Debra Dixon

Posted on March 5, 2008 in All, » Tibetan Dream Yoga | 1 comment

Having never heard of the Oneironauticum and before receiving the invitation through her dream group to participate, Debra, who lives in Adelaide, South Australia, awoke from the following dream on Saturday morning:

I was in a car that stopped to pick up more people. We all got out. I saw every one get back onto the car. I didn’t want to get back in because it was now too crowded. Adults were in the front cabin. Three or so (~8 to 15 year old) children were sitting (on their bums with there knees up) close together in a peculiar little cabin at the back of the vehicle.

The vehicle moved off. I sadly watched it go away without me. I wondered if I could catch a bus to where ever the vehicle was going. But I didn’t know the number of the bus and I even if I did I didn’t know where to catch the bus. I felt sad that I was missing out of being where these people were going.

Next I was there. I was in a small wooden church hall. I guess there were about 50 people there sitting on chairs. I was feeling, happy and privileged to be among them. There was a monk in a brown robe sitting on the floor of a slightly raised stage. He began asking the audience how they got here. I think others had given an answer then I called out to him and said “that lady over there is my mum and she did all the work to get me enrolled to be here. {My mum was a spiritual hippy, in the mid 70’s until she died on 21st of Jan 1981 aged 45, when I was 21}

In the dream, the monk sitting crossed leg on the floor asked his assistant to pass out cards. I got one and immediately started trying to read it. Some one next to me pointed to some thing on the card. I, perhaps a bit rudely, told who ever it was to stop talking to me as I was trying to read. The part that the person pointed to was the name on the top line of the writing which read T. Lobsang Rampa.

On Sunday morning, Debra awoke from this dream:

I was on some kind of excursion with a group of mostly adult students. We walked around pretty city (or large town) street’s looking at architecture and talked about how nicely the town was laid out.

Then we went to have lunch (or something), we drank wine or beer or some kind of intoxicant, which didn’t taste like alcohol (from wine glasses that were a bit triangular, a bit cone-shaped) but I don’t remember eating. Then we went back out onto the street. Among the people walking on the streets I could see life-size bronze statues of people (mainly men). The life size bronze statues moved in a normal, flexible and relaxed manner. I asked some one beside me “do you see what I see?” Then I said “maybe I am drunk from the wine or overtired (and hallucinating) because maybe I didn’t get much sleep last night, but I can see life-size bronze statues walking around among the real people on the street.” They had that distinctive brown-green metallic sheen that all bronze statues have.