Inner Wilderness of Dreams of an American Mediator. Dream fabrics change when we make a regular and life long habit of meditation of varying varieties till we hit the true note of our own heart rhythm and from there our lives become a harmonic to the Choir of Life.
Dreams are considered a living manifestation of the water element playing onto our psyche. This blog is on dream meditations.
Andrew Ostrovsky Jungian Influenced Graphic Artist from Ukraine, now living in Washington state, USA
First Dream to Share Whereas Many Wish to Also Be Told, First This Valentine Dream from Last Night, Valentines Day 2025
Child’s Pose in the Vast Void Darkness Rain Pours.
This is it, There is All this Darkness. It is as vast as the old, no edges… pure ongoing open space and I am free to feel in this very fulcrum that is “me” and indeed it is ME! I feel me, here in childs pose, nose to knee and here a tip into the lucid state without leaving any iota of what is already here. Feeling my pose, pure prostrate feeling love and desperation, desperate for something! I dare not move. I must not leave this what is happening. I am so perfectly alone in this vastness, yet so something not alone. I stay and come to the very desperation, thirst, it comes, the black rain, the dark bounty of raindrops in the dark, translucent that I can see bilocated in the perception of being inside my body and watching form the “outside” and I am somehow both, and the desperation still the strongest feeling, the desperation for what? Vulnerable to the world and I want washed! I am being washed and the black rain pours in a drenching sky as vast at the void, as well. I can feel every drop somehow and then on my body on the naked skin. Did I say I was naked? I am naked in this tightly closed position, as tight as I can to feel like I am ringing out what is wet inside me like wringing a wet rag but it is my body, my body is this rag, flesh, blood, soul, feelings, crying where the tears do not sting, I am being washed exactly like I need and I am not alone of anyone. The rain pours into my body, past my barrier of pores and it is warm, not a cold rain, a warm wash where I feel no difference of how it feels inside or outside, I am in awash inside, the feeling of what is vast, too, included in my inside. Inside and outside are bilocating, too.
What desperation, staying with this, too. It is not separate. Plenty of room for the singularity of this feeling of desperate sadness that connects deeply and in this feeling I meet everyone, in this one. I am one. In this void no separation, everyone has this void and we connect and it is washing all the grief I have about all the grief of you and everyone, me, one, washing the grief away and I know now I am not abandoned, the rain comes! The washing of my soul, body, blood, all of it, my feelings, yearnings, and the pain. Oh, there is pain in separation and how it all is so separating in the out there that is not out there which is precisely why I feel it inside where it might as well be me, but oh, that it is in this big wash, we. Together. In the night, In the dark void spaciousness bilocating, at least to share with my perception as One.
I stay. I stay curled up and just receive the black looking rain that has no light to reflect and it still is rain, drenching, as vast and I huddle into the body of me and feel all the rain, trusting it is beyond ample, more than enough and it has to be this much, this big, to wash my sadness and feel such incredible love in every raindrop so beautiful I lay prostrate unmoved but this prostrate way has changed on the “inside”.. the desperation is getting answered and it changes everything… pure love for all the pain, no problem. Pure love, every drop, so many drops to drench ceaseless enough for a long while. I feel in awe of all my desperate levels of grief of separations, judgments, anywhere,… so many anywheres that is not separate, really, not at all separate, every one here in the spaces in between us being the presence of us all here in this black looking rain so pure, so clear, washing every iota of me, all of me and nothing and no one is left behind. All the grief and sadness like the tears dissolving into drenching rain, it’s received, “I” am received so completely with what is all One.
Valentines Lover
Valentines Lover that is as vast as no perimeter at all but my heart center, somewhere in this flesh a fulcrum of my soul, in the dream, all so completely washed, we, this pure clean water washes right like the most gentle arrow to the heart, each drop as right as rain, true to it’s destination as gravity dictates so we can all align the same, in all this, together.
Still in the dream
I am in awe and thankfulness I could not believe even possible this way of experience. I see the mirror of it to the size of the grief. It matches and yes, Love wins, the gush drench of love wins.
The Love gush of love is like water rolling down the hard granite mountains and it’s gravity and flow dance rain shower river water of life the water of lucid dream in so much gratitude for all this grief so it could be washed and in awe that all the ways of all that grief was, is forgiven. I can forgive now. The rain and surrender to all of it and forgiveness comes to the fore and is the curtain coming down, the radiance and trust, in this oneness I can forgive everything because it is true we are one and there was some pure sphere of warm friendly space feeling like it is intending me to forgive, from within this oneness to bring that back to my conscious mind, that I must do this in this oneness before waking into the walking life… to bring back and wake up with this forgiveness, washing, oneness. Some how I find a way to find this “me” this seemingly separate me that has to do this forgiveness dance for to make a beacon to my awaking. I say ok, somehow, wordlessly, the feeling of ok, yes, I intend to listen and follow this leaning that somehow in all this oneness asserted itself nudging this one thing to forgive all, everything, as vast as vast can be. The vastness is the oneness. Oneness biclocating in me, you, every iota, in every iota oneness bilocating. I have to forgive to be so complete. I am not complete without this. It is no problem with all this field of endless void with heavy rain drenching and washing everyone, we, us me, one.
Fading into pure void and then spilling into another dream of intrigue, spies, scrambling to save a jew from being terminated and as if the whole city of police/military after him with every modern advantage of technology, heat seekers, readers, to tear apart this/my (?) house, the neighborhood, soon. No way to hide his body anywhere here. Impossible with the new technolgies. There are ten of us, about, brainstorming what to do. We all feel pretty young… 20’s and 30s. We immediately create it so he escapes by changing his identity, deeply in the web and lives on, escapes in doing so and I am glad. He is in his twenties, so young and loving and strong, healthy, full of promise, face glows with light of the sun, everyone here glows. He and one of us, they go free, have breakfast down the street and merge into the new world they create and we all know we can have contact. Nothing is lost. A new path, a new fractal. The police and military were certain they would take him away from the house and they don’t - this strapping, loving, intelligent youth lives on free, free to live his loving talent that those who sent the police and military are quite afraid of… afraid of his intelligent love that rends them asunder.
Feeling
We are one
I am still feeling this now. I pray these dreams change me and if you wish, up to you, we are one and they can change you too,
if this is true.
Dream with me, meditator. Endless unique fractals of sky dance of the mind, you and me. Happy Valentine’s Night and Reveling in Dream Glow When Awake With You, Me, Who is Here Now.
Dreams of a meditator, each meditation is not lost to any of us. We begin to touch one where eventually the one becomes a well, nourishment for connection, dreams, wonder, we are here to dance a dance only possible with all the forgiveness it takes and it takes all to dance in the ONE. This is a love I only come to know through this dream today.
You? You & Me. We are One and These Dreams Are Yours Now Too!
