I had this very unusual dream, and would like it if you could give me some ideas about its meaning.
In it I was first in a street being manhandled by a group of rowdy men. I did nothing to defend myself or fight back, and they pushed me onto the ground and poured spirits, alcohol, over me and into my mouth - saw this in the film The Elephant Man.
Then I awoke alone in a room. Or perhaps it is more correct to say I came to, because I felt as if I had been unconscious for some time. I didn’t know the room or where I was. I had the sense it was partly to do with business or a shop. The phone kept ringing and the calls were for me, and I wondered how people knew where I was because I didn’t know myself. I can only remember the last call - about the third. It was a man I appeared to know - a friend. He said that he had been dealing with the police over the situation I had been in - the one leading me to be unconscious. He had done the best he could because the police had said I could plead one of two ways. I cannot remember exactly what the friend said, but one was something like drunk and incapable, and the other was a bit more serious. He had pleaded the least serious, but even so I realised this would result in an endorsement on my driving license. After the telephone call I thought about this and was sure it was because while I had been unconscious, possibly due to the alcohol poured into me, my car had been parked illegally outside the house I was in. I wondered whether to fight this sentence. I imagined saying to the police - This is a ridiculous charge as witnesses will confirm that I never drink. I wanted to make them realise I had been forced to drink.
Now I am suddenly in another environment completely, though I have a distinct sense of connection. It is perhaps the man who had phoned me who now leads me into a public meeting place, a rather old fashioned hall, where a small group of men, about fifteen or twenty, are seated informally near one wall. There is a clear impression to me that they are Middle Eastern, Turkish perhaps, or some of them are, very direct and masculine. I am led in front of them and stand alone. I am starting to explain to them about the unconsciousness and am taking my coat off as they say to me one word - Test. This refers to the testing in which you open to the spirit, as the group are members of a spiritually oriented organisation. As I am still talking and taking my coat off they laugh at my incompetence. They have asked me to Test - open to the spiritual - and here I am talking about something inconsequential and taking my coat off. I realise the situation, stop talking and open to the wider life. Immediately I feel a flow of uplifting feeling move through my being as I am led to make slow movements of hands and arms. These become full body movements, a sort of unusual dance, part of which is a difficult hopping and turning movement. This is done flowingly and without hesitation, so I know I am deep into surrender. As this is going on my shirt comes off at least half of my chest and back. I think and feel that the men will see that at least I have a healthy strong body. The men are silent and I feel connected with them through the Test.
Suddenly I lift my legs up and hang in the air. The men gasp with surprise and uplift to see this demonstrated. Then my body lifts higher and flicks into a backward arc, my hands touching my toes in a circle. The men gasp and shout out as this has some special significance, as in Subud. Now lifting right up into the sky itself, and feeling a part of the heavens I start to sing. My voice is like thunder filling space. I sing simple words - something like –
Love is bigger than the ocean. Love is wider than the sky. Life is full of ancient wonder. Love is more than meets the eye.
I have a sense of enormous power being expressed in the levitation and voice. The power of spirit is pouring through me.
Then I am on the ground again, in the room, and shaking hands with the men. I have no sense of power or being a grand person. I am just pleased that I could have allowed what had happened, as it was a wonderful inspiration to us all, me included.
