I'm posting the short dream report that follows less for the content - though I find that mysterious and intriguing - than for the experience that immediately followed, which was of being able to shift back and forth between two orders of reality without reality confusion. This is a useful skill to develop, as we grow the practice of active dreaming.-
Five Goddesses Set Out from Britain
Five women, all striking and statuesque, with different features and coloring, are setting out from the island of Britain. They seen much larger than lifesize, almost like Britannia figures floating above the waves. One is going north from the coast of Scotland, one is heading east from East Anglia, one is going south towards France form the English coast, another is going southwest from Cornwall, and one is striking out due West from Wales.-
I wake from the dream in early sunlight and glance around my bedroom. When I close my eyes, the scene of the goddess-like women skimming the waves is there before me, as vivid, perhaps more so, than before. I watch them from high above. I open my eyes and again inspect my bedroom. I close my eyes once more to check whether the action is still in play over those northern seas. It is. I test this yet again, switching between open-eyed perception of the sunlit morning world around me and the continued movement of those majestic women across the waters when my eyes are closed.
There is no confusion of realties here; rather, the awareness of dual realities, both accessible in the same state of full consciousness, with the eyelids as the curtain that opens one and closes the other.-
As for the dream content: I have strong family and personal connections with Britain, and was recently in the UK, where I spent several days in Cornwall, the birthplace of my maternal grandmother. I think a lot about goddesses, and am now on my way to teach in Lithuania, where the religion of the Great Goddess - as beautifully expounded by the great Lithuanian scholar Marija Gimbutas - flourished longer than in any other European country. On my last visit there, I saw the Neringa (the spit of land, famed for its giant sand dunes and summer writers' cottages, that shields the Lithuanian coast from the wild Baltic) as a living godddess.