Last night I had the strangest dream.
It wasn’t the strangest dream I ever dreamed before
But it was strange for me:
I was in a large room with three friends
On the second floor of an old building
Facing main street.
I and my friends were using it as an ad hoc gym.
The four of us comprised a cadre.
We were all masters of a martial art
And this was where we met regularly
To practice together.
We were activists, championing certain causes,
Not by fighting but by showing up
At different demonstrations
To contribute moral support
And to demonstrate self-mastery.
We were waiting for another group of four to show up
Who were also a team of martial artists
Who were interested in joining us
To expand our group to 8.
They show up and each one demonstrates
A different mastery.
One of them is able to walk up a wall.
In the second part of the dream
Our group is showing up at a packed arena
To meet up with the new group
To join them in the bleachers.
They are saving seats for us.
There they are! We wave.
They wave back as we approach.
This dream is strange for me because
I have never set foot in an arena.
But when I recorded this dream this morning
I recalled the folk song, “Last night I had the strangest dream”.
In that song there is a “mighty room all filled with men”.
A mighty room!
As a shamanic practitioner, it means something to me,
That the room itself is mighty.
“Mighty” denotes strength, extraordinary ability, power.
All attributes that we don’t normally associate with a room.
But in the shamanic universe there many such places of power
That the shaman or healer or medicine person
Might seek out to facilitate deep work or healing ritual.
Here are the words of the song by Ed McCurdy:
“Last night I had the strangest dream
I ever dreamed before.
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war…
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