02-05-2018, 12:00 AM
Here is my dream (from 27.1.2017) that linked to the dragonfly 
A trip into a little country. We meet the princess of this country and go with her for a while. One of the things I see is a bridge over the water. At one point, when the tour is over, she wants to go into a library. She and someone go in. I decide to follow and am exploring the building (I am cutting this part out of the report as it is not linked to dragonflies). I end up in a room with some empty space in it. It is a smaller room where there are some bookshelves by the wall but it does not seem like part of the normal public book area. I look out of the window. I see a bridge and people walking across the water. I see a strange thing. A very tall (almost inhumanly tall) and thin man. Walking strangely, more like hovering. I am mesmerized by this movement and its appearance it is quite intriguing and interesting and even kind of enchanting. I want to take a picture. But it is hard due to the typical dream electronics issue I tend to have. (After I was up I was not 100% sure if my memory of seeing this being is from here or whether I saw the being first during my tour with the princess when I first saw the bridge. I was not sure if here is where I see him or before because I observe him in such a way that my awareness zoomed in on him and I was seeing him from much closer then than from a window of an upstairs room. And also once I zoomed in on him there was surely no glass between us either - but because it is a normal thing in dreaming that I can zoom in on things of interest no matter how far away they are, it probably happened here).
Somehow I make contact with this creature - man (has the shape of a man, even when it was in the tall form on the bridge it was a humanoid man). It seems to me he knows a person I went to high school with but that was a misunderstanding.
A part of the room starts falling away. I am in the room with a man and this someone I feel is linked to the shamans.
We survive, we rescue ourselves from the falling room. It falls around us but I am holding on to a good part of the wall construction which keeps standing. How the other person survived I don't know since I am the only one holding on to this railing part of the construction of the wall. It seems the man did not need to hold on like I did, he just kinda levitated.
I have no idea how this person came to be in the room with me, but I think this person linked to shamanism is the same creature/man I saw on the bridge. He came to me. (Maybe even provided some kind of support as the walls were tumbling around me...maybe he made that happen for me who knows).
Then we walk in a kind of more natur-y surrounding (could be a huge backyard of a house too or a park). I see flowers and I look closer. I am amazed to see bunches of 3 of my most beloved flowers growing side by side (snowdrop, forget-me-nots and the third was a gentle purple color I forogt already what it was but could be one flower I know from the mountains from my childhood or violets - not just that the 2 flowers were really close to my heart and my childhood self, but they were also the perennial/everlasting type of flowers which links to quite an important shamanic exercise I have been doing on and off for a couple of years - but which has not linked to my dreams before). Seeing that is like a miracle (I am not a flower kind of girl and there are very few flowers I know and even less I have a bond to). I am happy to see that.
I point this out - the flowers. And as I look at them I notice that my state is different than it was in the dream segments before. I feel like my awareness has been raised/expanded. The way things look and feel is more vibrant. There is more color and more awareness in the world. But also there is like a shimmer in the air. It feels more alive all of it. I am happy to be experiencing this.
Me, a man and the shaman. We are sitting at a small round table in a kind of garden terrace in that place with grass and the flowers close by. She is telling me about myself. I do not remember what she told me, but I was listening and I was not surprised by the things she was saying. She told me things I knew about myself and knew to be true (I wished I retained this in my recall, the information, but I only remember how I experienced it and how she looked and the surroundings etc. I think because I was in a state of heightened awareness that it all made sense but that maybe some of it would be interesting to know once I woke up and returned to my more normal state).
Then, once the shaman finished talking to me, it seems to me it is now to be the man's turn (but it might not have been the case, it is just that I am this way hehe). He feels like he is my friend, an ally to me. I feel tenderness towards him. He has a mark on his left cheekbone. it looks like an anchor of sorts (but as I am waking I can identify it as a dragonfly). It has blue-green color paint. Since it seems to me like it is his turn now, or should be, I start by touching his face on the tattoo/mark and say/am about to say something about that/him. This is where the dream ends.
As I wake up I realize that this man was a dragonfly ally. The mark on his cheek was a dragonfly. His tallness and thinness and the way his hands were outstretched on his sides on the bridge were like the body of a dragonfly and its wings. His strange movement also was similar to a dragonfly in a way. He probably flew/hovered as the room was crumbling by and did not need to hold on to anything.
A trip into a little country. We meet the princess of this country and go with her for a while. One of the things I see is a bridge over the water. At one point, when the tour is over, she wants to go into a library. She and someone go in. I decide to follow and am exploring the building (I am cutting this part out of the report as it is not linked to dragonflies). I end up in a room with some empty space in it. It is a smaller room where there are some bookshelves by the wall but it does not seem like part of the normal public book area. I look out of the window. I see a bridge and people walking across the water. I see a strange thing. A very tall (almost inhumanly tall) and thin man. Walking strangely, more like hovering. I am mesmerized by this movement and its appearance it is quite intriguing and interesting and even kind of enchanting. I want to take a picture. But it is hard due to the typical dream electronics issue I tend to have. (After I was up I was not 100% sure if my memory of seeing this being is from here or whether I saw the being first during my tour with the princess when I first saw the bridge. I was not sure if here is where I see him or before because I observe him in such a way that my awareness zoomed in on him and I was seeing him from much closer then than from a window of an upstairs room. And also once I zoomed in on him there was surely no glass between us either - but because it is a normal thing in dreaming that I can zoom in on things of interest no matter how far away they are, it probably happened here).
Somehow I make contact with this creature - man (has the shape of a man, even when it was in the tall form on the bridge it was a humanoid man). It seems to me he knows a person I went to high school with but that was a misunderstanding.
A part of the room starts falling away. I am in the room with a man and this someone I feel is linked to the shamans.
We survive, we rescue ourselves from the falling room. It falls around us but I am holding on to a good part of the wall construction which keeps standing. How the other person survived I don't know since I am the only one holding on to this railing part of the construction of the wall. It seems the man did not need to hold on like I did, he just kinda levitated.
I have no idea how this person came to be in the room with me, but I think this person linked to shamanism is the same creature/man I saw on the bridge. He came to me. (Maybe even provided some kind of support as the walls were tumbling around me...maybe he made that happen for me who knows).
Then we walk in a kind of more natur-y surrounding (could be a huge backyard of a house too or a park). I see flowers and I look closer. I am amazed to see bunches of 3 of my most beloved flowers growing side by side (snowdrop, forget-me-nots and the third was a gentle purple color I forogt already what it was but could be one flower I know from the mountains from my childhood or violets - not just that the 2 flowers were really close to my heart and my childhood self, but they were also the perennial/everlasting type of flowers which links to quite an important shamanic exercise I have been doing on and off for a couple of years - but which has not linked to my dreams before). Seeing that is like a miracle (I am not a flower kind of girl and there are very few flowers I know and even less I have a bond to). I am happy to see that.
I point this out - the flowers. And as I look at them I notice that my state is different than it was in the dream segments before. I feel like my awareness has been raised/expanded. The way things look and feel is more vibrant. There is more color and more awareness in the world. But also there is like a shimmer in the air. It feels more alive all of it. I am happy to be experiencing this.
Me, a man and the shaman. We are sitting at a small round table in a kind of garden terrace in that place with grass and the flowers close by. She is telling me about myself. I do not remember what she told me, but I was listening and I was not surprised by the things she was saying. She told me things I knew about myself and knew to be true (I wished I retained this in my recall, the information, but I only remember how I experienced it and how she looked and the surroundings etc. I think because I was in a state of heightened awareness that it all made sense but that maybe some of it would be interesting to know once I woke up and returned to my more normal state).
Then, once the shaman finished talking to me, it seems to me it is now to be the man's turn (but it might not have been the case, it is just that I am this way hehe). He feels like he is my friend, an ally to me. I feel tenderness towards him. He has a mark on his left cheekbone. it looks like an anchor of sorts (but as I am waking I can identify it as a dragonfly). It has blue-green color paint. Since it seems to me like it is his turn now, or should be, I start by touching his face on the tattoo/mark and say/am about to say something about that/him. This is where the dream ends.
As I wake up I realize that this man was a dragonfly ally. The mark on his cheek was a dragonfly. His tallness and thinness and the way his hands were outstretched on his sides on the bridge were like the body of a dragonfly and its wings. His strange movement also was similar to a dragonfly in a way. He probably flew/hovered as the room was crumbling by and did not need to hold on to anything.