Shaman Dreams

Wow. Quite unsettling stuff. I recently had my first shamanic journey led by two Shamans using drums. I received what I found to be a most uplifting message (see http://www.evolver.net/user/danido/blog/effort_will_be_rewarded) and really look forward to journeying again.
You could try going on a Shamanic Journey and asking whoever greets you (Power animal or Guide) to help you understand the meaning of this dream.

Here's a dream I had about a year ago while living in the French Alps. For me, it is more of a subjective interpretation of my life at the time... yet, still open to a bit of interpretation.

I was somehow with a shaman at in a bare 4 walled, carpeted room with 4 chairs or so. I told the Shaman that I wanted to learn and that I was willing to be an apprentice. She accepted me as an apprentice, and gave me an assignment which was to help a friend of mine overcome divorce. All that I needed were the 2 participants to come willingly, and I also needed to bring their legal wedding document.

As the story goes, I had brought them both back to the Shaman's room/office for their healing session. I really wanted to help them part ways in a very peaceful manner; to find a proper balance as divorcees. So, we sat in our 4-chair circle or corners. The shaman began her ritual, shaking a rattle, summoning helping spirits, and trying to suck the demons out of them. Finally, in the middle of her ritual healing she demanded that I present the legal wedding document. This is where it gets weird.

As it turned out, silly Dream-me forgot to bring the blasted document. I became totally nervous because I was going to fail my first job as an apprentice. And she said, well, then we are not safe if we do not have the document to absorb these energies. Immediately I was struck with a high bolt of energy and fell to the floor. I was immobilized, unable to control my body as it shook or vibrated at an extremely high and uncomfortable frequency-- kind of like a seizure. I used my last bit of control to squeeze out "Help me..." in a voice vibrating with reverb. She knelt down over me, and said everything will be okay. She touched my forehead with her finger and everything went white. At which point I woke up, still vibrating in my bones...

I spent the last five years in Tucson. In my first week there, I had a dream that was strange, I was lying in bed and it was like I was looking through the walls up over the Catalina Mountains north of town, and somewhere at the peaks or jut a little behind I saw small figures holding tumbleweeds in their hands and dancing, and I could hear faint drumming, it was really almost a threshold of awakening dream, it was like I was lying there in bed actually looking at this. I felt like I was being welcomed.

But that was a really difficult place for me. Tucson is beautiful, well the desert is anyway, but people have really destroyed the environment there. The water table has dropped so much in the last 50 years or so that there is hardly a drop of water above ground where there used to be rivers and small lakes. There is a strange dead feel in that area close to the city. The land feels sad.

I had hiked up into the Rincon Mountains east of town, and was sitting on a hill overlooking the city. It was evening and the light was slanting and it was very quiet. I heard a little noise below me, and I saw a roadrunner coming up the hill. I figured he would see me soon, and would go in a different direction. He did see me, and stopped, and looked at me from one side of his head and then the other, and then slowly approached, like he was checking me out. He actually came right up to me, not more than about five feet away. He opened his beak really wide and gave a really strange cry, not like anything I would expect to come from a bird, almost more like a cat sound. I felt like he was asking for help. This was not a dream but very dream-like.

I got deeply depressed at one point. At that time, I had a dream that a black tarantula crawled into my heart. It was not scary, but when I woke I knew it was bad. Later, after getting some help from some wise and kind people, I had another dream that I was in this room and the spider was running away. Someone who I couldn't see was directing me, to get it, don't let it get away! And I had a brick that had a smiling face on it and I smashed it. It was really, really gross. But when I woke up, I felt much better.

I'm living in North Florida right now, which is an amazingly beautiful place. Life energy here is so strong, it's like it's bursting.

Elaborating on pathfinder's comment, I think there may be many places that act as Karmic/spiritual accelerators. When I was living on St. John, the ancestral and spiritual homeland of the Taino indians, I felt my awareness raised to an almost unbearable state within days of my arrival. The moon cycle was reflected very clearly in the actions of the island's people, it felt like a small-scale, localized collective mind, the connection between the locals peaking with the full moon, like a cosmic bacchanal, and ebbing toward the new moon. Synchronicities abounded in my daily interactions and my dreams, my partner at the time was-- and still is-- an intense lucid dreamer. Since our meeting there, our paths have parted ways, but often times I will meet with her in my dreams, and within two days I will receive a call from her, telling me news of her dream in which I appeared. I also had an experience, during a psylocybin trip, where "negative spirits," who I now see to be the spirits of the pre-columbian Taino cheifs whose petroglyphs I was sitting beside, turned my recreation into a journey deep in to myself and to a realization of the vast cosmic forces at work in our world and more subtle levels of reality, they essentialy offered me a warning, told me I must discover a better way. My experiences on St. John left me stuck in dream-time for over two years, and have led me to discover my true path, there are indeed powerful spiritual accelerators around the globe, whether they be places or dreams.

Although this dream does not directly relate to the dreams of my last post, it did occur while I was living on St. John.

I was a ball of light, moving at an incredible speed only about a foot off the ground, following a dirt road through a mountainous jungle. There were no obstructions in my way, no vehicles of any kind. I continued to move at break-neck speed through the jungle until the road took a sharp 90 degree turn. At this point I continued forward at high speed, but instead of following the road I sped along a gently upward valley and was catapulted in to the sky, where I was no longer a ball of light, but had merged with the sky.

The implications of this dream still perplex and haunt me.