| These days, more and more people are discussing collective levels of dreams. 
Jung’s collective unconscious is reawakening through growing interest in group 
dream sharing, as well as experiments in mutual dreaming. What about the 
community of beings in the dreams themselves? We often talk about them, but how 
often do we address them directly? I would like to invite this community to the 
table, through an appreciation of ancestral knowledge in lucid dreams. A dream 
will be offered up to the reader, as it was offered up to me, without 
interpretation. My aim is to explore how contact with the Others can stir the 
deep cauldron of living within all of us.
 A note on lucid dreaming  Soul just asks to be scratched. We know it when we do it right. There is soul 
in dreamwork, but only when the dream is approached like a bottomless well. For 
me, this work sometimes comes in the form of spontaneous lucid dreams. They are 
unbidden, and can be terrifying. In my early twenties, I tried to possess too 
much and almost lost my bearings in the waking world. A natural turning away 
from dreams occurred over the next five years, and I sought comfort in the 
material world. I trained as an archaeologist, digging graves and measuring the 
width of thin flint blades. Slowly I convinced myself again of our “real,” 
biological nature. But the dreams came back, with a reality of their own, until 
I could no longer ignore them.  More careful now, with more respect, I have begun to peer down the well of 
souls again. So when I use the term “lucid dream” I want to make clear that I am 
only speaking of a dream in which I know I am dreaming. There is not an attempt 
to control the dream matrix, or engage in pre-ordained tasks. Over time, I hope 
to find a way to incubate without control, and to intend without dominating, but 
for now I experience lucid dreaming simply as a spontaneous self-awareness 
within the folds of the dream itself. This is how my soul currently scratches 
its itch.  Reverence  Last year, I read a stunning article by Pam Colorado, in which she describes 
her experience of self-awareness in dreams. I was drawn to a quality of her 
dreamlife that is usually absent in my own: reverence. In her dream, a great 
white shark threatens her in the ocean waters. Without hesitation, she rolls 
over on her back, floating motionlessly. The shark, a powerful animal spirit in 
her native Hawaiian cosmology, responds by swimming under and around her body, 
“wrapping me in vivifying intelligence and power” (1995). This reverence is 
mirrored in her waking life. Colorado’s next move is to honor the dream in the 
waking world by making an offering of gratitude at the ocean shore, where she 
glimpses a shark fin in the distance. Her powerful experience, then, is not only 
a tale of right action, but also an example of a life that is intertwined with 
thanksgiving.  In the context of lucid dreams, reverence can be acted out, or embodied, with 
ritual in the dream. This thought has been distasteful to me in the recent past, 
because I had decided that “going with the flow” was the only way to prevent the 
domination of the analytical mind in the dream. “Lucid” come from the Latin word 
luce – light – and after-all, it is the nature of light to banish the shadows. 
And it is the shadows from whom we learn the most in dreams.  However, willpower is crucial during numinous meetings. We usually maintain 
our boundaries in dreams, and should recognize the heightened magic of 
transference that operates here. So the paradox is: how to wield our power in 
conversation without crushing the dreaming Others?  The Western, postmodern viewpoint has historically concentrated on the change 
of consciousness during an altered state. Aldous Huxley’s Doors of Perception is 
a classic example of Western letters’ approach to altered states. The shift is 
what is noted, and the comparison of one state to another. This can be seen of 
most academic research into lucid dreaming, in which the state’s uniqueness lays 
in its “double-consciousness” or meta-knowledge. In fact, some researchers’ 
definitions of lucid dreaming require this meta-knowing; not only must the 
dreamer realize she is dreaming, but she also must know simultaneously that she 
is laying in bed in a darkened room (Gackenbach, 1991, p. 111).  Shamanic counselor Jurgen Kremer puts this seeming paradox into perspective. 
From an indigenous holistic viewpoint, Kremer suggests that “the focus seems 
less on the alteration than on the spontaneous or ceremonial encounter with 
power or spirit(s)” (1994, p. 90). Rather than focusing in an endless 
self-referential loop of meta-knowing (aren’t we clever?), a traveler can 
concentrate on the situation at hand. And in the meeting of spirits or entities 
in the dream, reverence is highly recommended.  Roots and Blood  I have roots in Brittany and Gaul. Remnants of my ancestors’ cosmology are 
carved into the rocks along the shorelines, into gold interred in earthen 
mounds, and inked into words, much later, by Christian monks and Romans. In 
these Celtic traditions, the Otherworld is where the spirits of the dead reside, 
as well as gods and assorted demons. Timeless, eternal, and just around the 
corner, the Otherworld wavers at the boundaries of consensual, social reality 
(Green 1993, p72). As agricultural people, the Celts were bound to the seasonal 
Gods of fertility, death, and rebirth. Sacrifice in blood was the way. In short, 
Celtic worship was a bloody and brutal affair, and the gods were not happy about 
being ignored. As Rome conquered Europe, in commerce as well as cosmos, the gods 
of the Celts shrank in proportion to the populace’s lesser belief (Pennick, 
1997, p45). The Little People of Ireland are an artifact of this reality. Often 
maligned by the Church, but never forgotten by the people, the little gods still 
affect daily life in Brittany.  I had an intense dream recently in which elements of my ancestors way of life 
came alive.  A dream  I enter a spiral stairwell and walk down the steps. I am aware I’m 
dreaming, nervous and excited. The banister is also a snake, winding its way 
down. I feel a sudden surge of humility as I walk down, knowing I am close to a 
source of power. The staircase becomes a round tunnel and I slide down quickly, 
enclosed but not restricted, emerging on a platform. I look down and am 
horrified to see that I am bleeding profusely from my chest and abdomen. Blood 
splatters the floor and I am simultaneously holding a box in front of me that is 
also bleeding. I feel I am close to something powerful. I hurriedly make one 
more downward turn, where the axis of the staircase winds tightly into a 
standing column of blood and light. It is alive, transparent, and pulsing with 
energy. I hold up my box and it fits into the column at about chest level. 
Suddenly, I feel relieved, and am no longer bleeding. Still lucid, but unsure 
how to proceed, I am struck with a pang of humility again. I fall to my hands 
and knees, prostrating myself in front of “the source.” I thank it for this 
opportunity and feel very emotional, both ecstatic and sorrowful. I feel a 
compassion for myself (in my own thoughts) and I know that I am safe.  This dream is the first of a series of “reverence” dreams I have experienced 
since I began to concentrate on ancestral ways of knowing. This dream vision had 
an intense quality of more-than-realness that Anthropologist Lee Irwin calls 
“apodictic.” The powerful column of energy and blood was terrifying to behold. I 
felt that I was seeing something that I was not meant to see. Irwin, in “Dreamseekers,” 
describes this numinous feeling as it manifests in Plains Indian vision states: 
“The threshold experience is described as a sudden feeling of an overwhelming, 
often frightening presence… is that of mystery, power, and the unknown” (p. 
128). The comparison I’m drawing here is merely thematic; a gulf of experience 
and cultural transmission separates the Plains visionaries from my dreaming 
self. Regardless, in my dream the power of the Other is the central focus of the 
experience, not my clever lucid witness. As soon as I framed this experience as 
a meeting, I was overcome with the need to ritualize my actions. And with this 
spontaneous action came an outflowing of thanksgiving and compassion.
 Abandon all Hope?
 From a Celtic-shamanic perspective, dreams can be seen as visits to the 
Otherworld. Although this realm is sometimes describes as the “Happy 
Otherworld,” it can be a dangerous place for mortals to visit. King Arthur 
almost dies there, and the legendary hero Cu Chulainn encounters monsters and 
terrible visions (Green, p73). Unwary humans who return safely from the beyond 
transform instantly into old men and women upon their return. It is fair to say 
that bringing back the fruit of the Otherworld to the lands of everyday life 
could be a misleading quest.  I often feel the same way about dreams and their interpretations. James 
Hillman warns about this false alchemy in his work _Dreams and the underworld_.” 
He suggests that we honor dreams for their own expressions and view the 
“gurgitations that ‘come up’ in dreams without attempts to save them morally or 
to find their dayworld use” (1979, p. 40). This is a radical view of dream 
experience; perhaps Hillman has taken too seriously Dante’s admonition to give 
up all hope. However, concerning the journeys of dreamlife that take us into the 
murky underworld of spirits, ancestors, and mythic creatures, this is warning 
enough for me. The archetypes and the gods live out their lives on the periphery 
of our daily life. By reducing their expressions to daily concerns and personal 
trauma, we may be dishonoring our ancestors.  The future is the past  The schism in my Western mind is deep and troubling. I derive a lot of 
enjoyment out of the analytical skill set, and I am invested heavily in words, 
constructs, and my own self-deception. Separating the linguistic mind from the 
kinesthetic knowledge of the soul flows the cold river Styx. I am ready to pay 
the ferryman, but at the same time I’m afraid he’s going to shortchange me. The 
analytical gaze I bring with me often crushes the delicate expression of my 
deeper self – and it happens without my knowledge. I sense that the ancestral 
work that begun this season is a pathway to a truer identity. Without a past, 
disconnected from my ancestors, I am exactly what my culture dictates: a loose 
constellation of selves all set out to oppress each other. My work with lucid 
dreaming is attempting to expose the oppressive cultural riders that come with 
the gift of the intellect, while giving the Others a forum to meet me, on 
hallowed grounds. For this work to truly take hold, I can only continue to say 
thank you.  References  Colorado, P. (1995) ”Remembrance, an intercultural mental health process”. 
First Reading. Vol.13, no.3 ESPC  Gackenbach, J. (1991) “Framework for understanding lucid dreaming,” in 
Dreaming, vol1, no2.  Green, M. (1993) Celtic Myths. Austin: University of Texas Press.  Hillman, J. (1979) The Dream and the Underworld. New York: Harper press.  Huxley, A. (1954) The Doors of Perception. New York: Harper & Row.  Irwin, L. (1994) The Dream Seekers: Native American Visionary Traditions of 
the Great Plains. University of Oklahoma Press.  Kruger, J. (1994) Looking for Dame Yggdrasil. Falkenflug Press.  Pennick, N. (1997) The Sacred world of the Celts. Rochester: Inner Traditions 
International.  Ryan Dungan Hurd is a student at John F. Kennedy University, working towards 
his MA in Consciousness Studies. Contact him at
http://www.dreamcrisp.blogspot.com
 
 
 
    
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