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Procession

In dreams witnessing or being part of a procession often depicts ones life and it experiences passing before you, and it often involves feelings about death.

A procession can be about many things, a celebration of a famous or loved person’s visit; a royal or state celebrity visiting; a lot of decorated floats as part of a towns annual event; a march of war veterans; a show of power as when a country displays its weaponry; the end of a war celebration; a statement of opposition such as the black people’s march or as a statement of opposition or protest; an expression of a peoples creativity and nature as in Mardi Gras, Rio Carnival and of course the showing of beauty and the gay community.

So in considering your dream you need to decide what sort of parade it is. Is it a protest or claiming territory march; a parade of beauty; a political procession, or a famous person and her followers. Also what is happening in the dream. To help with this see Plot/theme of the DreamRole in the dreamThe Bare Bones

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 (The picture is of a beautiful woman in the Notting Hill Carnival in London each year).

 Example: Then I was in a building overlooking streets packed with people. It was a festival and procession in this strange alien world, in which everything had a rather dark, dilapidated look. I had a camera that took a three-dimensional moving picture that was displayed in a still form. Like a print you could hold in your hand that moved, or even responded to you. Again a magic of this world.

On a raised mobile platform a goddess stood as she was carried in a procession which                   flowed past. I loved her and flew to her, skimming above the heads of the people. She had agreed to let me photograph her. I talked to her. She told me that the only love I could receive from her was that which I gave to a human woman. Inasmuch as I gave love to a human female, she would love me. She was all women.

Example: I am standing alone in a wood. It is very wet under foot. Suddenly I hear the tramp of many feet. I walk to the edge of the wood and watch a procession of hooded men in long black cloaks walk past. They are carrying a coffin. I join the procession which walks several hundred yards up to the top of a hill. There a grave has been prepared. When the coffin is lowered into the grave, I turn to the man nearest me and ask who is being buried. He turns and shows a featureless face. He then mentions my name. At this point I always wake.

Example: I was in a procession for some important occasion or other and my job was to be at the front and behind me was the big important car with whoever the bigwigs were in it. I had an elaborate costume on and someone asked me about it and I explained, ‘You know how in the early days of the motor car someone had to walk in front with a flag? Well I’m the flag!’ and I opened out the costume which sort of draped from my shoulder to reveal the flag and then I and everyone else could see it was the royal standard!

Example: I was on a wide, sandy open plain. There was a high rock coming up out of the desert on my left hand side. I was in a long queue of people who seemed to be either very old or very young. We were all wearing long robes, and all weeping bitterly. We moved forward slowly towards an opening in the ground where steps going downwards could be seen, and gradually the people in front of us made their way downwards. There was no panic, just an orderly procession and the sound of weeping. I woke up before I reached the steps, and I was crying bitterly. Mrs. W.

Example: I was present at a funeral, and moved about in the house among the mourners without being in the least degree able to realise the death of my friend as a case for mourning. I saw the coffin placed in the hearse, and in due course I was marshalled to a place in the funeral procession, which proved to be not in the mourning-coach, but in my own carriage. By my side, in the shadow, sat a gentleman, who, after being silent for a short time, said to me in a well-known voice, “I agree with you that death ought not to be regarded as a subject for mourning, and that the trappings of woe are out of place on an occasion like this.” I looked up to see who it was who had thus divined my own thoughts, and saw, without the least feeling of surprise or fear, that the speaker was no other than the friend whose body was then in the hearse on the way to the grave. It seemed to me to be quite natural that he should thus divine my thought, and that we should be together, he talking and I listening, as if death had not parted us. It also seemed quite natural that a moment or two later he should vanish away as he did, and I be left alone as I was, with a strong conviction that I ought to be able to come and go, divine and speak as he had done.

Example: I was present at a funeral, and moved about in the house among the mourners without being in the least degree able to realise the death of my friend as a case for mourning. I saw the coffin placed in the hearse, and in due course I was marshalled to a place in the funeral procession, which proved to be not in the mourning-coach, but in my own carriage. By my side, in the shadow, sat a gentleman, who, after being silent for a short time, said to me in a well-known voice, “I agree with you that death ought not to be regarded as a subject for mourning, and that the trappings of woe are out of place on an occasion like this.” I looked up to see who it was who had thus divined my own thoughts, and saw, without the least feeling of surprise or fear, that the speaker was no other than the friend whose body was then in the hearse on the way to the grave. It seemed to me to be quite natural that he should thus divine my thought, and that we should be together, he talking and I listening, as if death had not parted us. It also seemed quite natural that a moment or two later he should vanish away as he did, and I be left alone as I was, with a strong conviction that I ought to be able to come and go, divine and speak as he had done. He was aware of a faint glow of light in their eyes, however, which suggested a potential for greater animation and vitality.

 

Useful questions or hints:

Was I in the procession or an onlooker?

What did I observe was happening in the crowd?

Did I have any emotions or feelings?

See Techniques for Exploring your DreamsProcessing DreamsSecrets of Power Dreaming

Comments

-R. 2017-08-15 17:33:58

I am new to your site and excitedly exploring as it’s the most comprehensive coverage of thoughtful dream exploration I’ve found, thank you! I especially appreciate combination of analyzing symbols from multiple perspectives/contexts and articles for hands-on tools in self-exploration. I just had a 2-part dream last night involving processions, ancient stones, goddess, and river among other images.
1. I find 2 stones/pieces in soft dirt on an embankment just other side of a chainlink fence marking the property boundary of a historical site?/state park?: some official property of significance that people visit. The fence is not particularly imposing: though high, the gates are always open for visitors of workers to continually come and go, it serves mainly to just define the property as historically designated or as owned and maintained. Each stone had what looked like a red wax seal on it. One was white and found first and easily, protruding up out of the soft dirt. The other dark gray or black and dusty from the dirt it was in, I found after looking around a bit more. The white one had more lined simple designs on it as well, maybe map-like? The seals and designs were all in red. General sense that these markings were of Chinese origin. Feel the need to pretend or hide or argue for my keeping them to a male friend/acquaintance working on the ‘inside’ of the site: ‘was found Outside the fence’ is my argument to him and myself that I am not wrong to keep them though I even think that argument is a little thin as the discovery really shows that the fence should have been extended to cover the area where I found the stones. Next I am going with a rough and ready procession going out of the site, it is a coordinated effort for practical purposes moving a lot of large items/equipment to be set up on the external grounds for an event, possibly. A functional caravan, some flatbed trucks for the heavier equipment and lots of people–workers/volunteer–riding on top or walking alongside. There’s a lot of white vs color: men wearing white tshirts, equipment is metal with white enameled coating, etc. Dust gets kicked up a lot. Somewhere in this part my attention is on a mug of mine I’m carrying, noticing the deep cracks, showing to a female acquaintance and her confirming sympathetically that it was broken—taking a piece out in examining it—and would not hold liquid again. I was disappointed but not deeply upset. In waking life, it is a stoneware mug, glazed white, given to me by my mother when I went to college; has a biblical proverb on it “Be Joyful”—which I like but it also notes the biblical verse reference which for a long while made me uncomfortable as I never really saw myself as a religious person particularly, rather a spiritual person and felt that when people had items that explicitly referenced the Bible it was more of an advertisement of their faith and wanting to signify to others their ‘goodness’ or ‘righteousness’ overstating their Christian-ness—I tend to think, ‘isn’t the content of the message enough? What does it matter where it came from?’
2. Am traveling with 2 female friends in India. At one point swimming in a small river alongside floats in another procession: a religious festival where they had floats in the river representing goddesses and holy symbols. The one I remember most clearly was of a reclining goddess, maybe Hindu. Was a little apprehensive that i would encounter a snake or other dangerous native river animals that I wasn’t familiar with and so didn’t know how to practice safety around. But no incident. It may have been late daytime or night(?) seems there was an element of torches/fire illuminating the floats. Later it definitely is night, the festival continues in an old city, we end up on the roof of a building talking about how different our bodies are from the locals in size—they are all very petite and small-framed. At various times we see projections of video/animation with music illustrating the goddesses or tenets being celebrated—I note that they use a lot of the color orange.
I see from other comments you are focused these days on updating your dictionary and setting aside responding in-depth to posted dreams, so I post this one knowing I might not get your response. Thanks for your work!

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