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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?

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