Flying Unicorns Come Down to Earth
dreamed 2007/9/5 by Lily Michaud
Website: http://lilymichaud.wordpress.com
I am sitting in a grassy open area on a hilltop with two friends. The sky is blue with only a few white puffy clouds. We are watching three flying unicorns. One of my friends points out "They prance around in straight lines like they're on the ground." Sometimes they have small white parachutes on, and they float up and down. They come nearer to us and then go far away. I focus inward, intensely hoping that they come close. Much to my surprise and delight, the unicorns come back and land on the Earth! They settle in a circle with us and we talk.
"Part of the reason we have come down to Earth," they tell us, "is that one of us has cancer." They nod at the unicorn lying to my left. I cover her up with a pink blanket, even though she says "I'm okay." Still, when the blanket is on her, she looks more comfortable.
We talk for a while very pleasantly. Then I fall asleep and dream that the unicorns come and visit. They tell me "You're having trouble cleansing at night because you're eating snacks too late."
I wake up on the hill by my friends. The unicorns are still nearby. When my friends wake, they say "We dreamt of the unicorns." I wonder if we all had the same dream or different ones, and ask "What were your dreams exactly?" One of my friends explains "In mine, there were chickens." Ah! So the unicorns had a special message for each of us.
One of the unicorns hands me a gift! (Well, not "hands", but "mouths" doesn't sound right.) I unwrap it in a car, in the passenger seat. It looks like a toy gun made of red-orange plastic. The tip of the gun looks sawed-off. The instructions are to put a dog nail or claw into that slot at the tip. On the car floor by my feet are five complete claws. Each one almost looks like there is a little bit of toe attached. I think the biggest one will fit best, so I try that first. But it ends up that the second-to-smallest is the one that fits.
I sit on my blue asan (meditation cushion), point the gun forward, and squeeze the trigger. It supports me, protects me and lets me zoom wherever I want to go! I fly past many things--it's like a magic carpet ride. What a gift!
At last, it slows down, and won't resume full speed. Puzzled, I look around, and see a team of police officers coming my way. If I'd still been zooming, they'd have fined me for speeding. Once they're out of sight, I can go fast again. Clever speed-gun!
Only I lose the gun. But not the unicorn's gift! I find I can fly now without the gun, by directing things with my hands. Merely pointing ahead allows me to skim along fast and easily. I don't know quite where I am going, but my hands seem to know.
I finally stop inside a building, at the door to a darkroom and printmaking studio. It looks very run down, and I don't have my supplies with me, but I go in anyway, hoping I can work-–I miss art so much!
The man who manages the studio is in his thirties with long curly brown hair. He doesn't really look at me, but he not only lets me work, he offers me one of three iPods hanging on the wall, to use while I work. Just what I needed!
It's a different day now, but still at the studio. I am dressed nicer, in a pink sweater. I'm telling someone "I used to do printmaking and photography for the beauty of it, but now it is different."
WAKING NOTES
This dream made me very happy. I am always happy when I can interact with animals in the dreamspace, let alone being given a gift that will help me get back to my art--and practical advice too! Thank you, unicorn visitors!
--Lily Michaud--
EDITOR'S AFTERWORD
So many weird, striking images!
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