I don’t often write about my dreams, so much of it seems so personal somehow, an upclose process I am not always ready to come out with. It seems more that as I gain some distance with them that I can talk about them. But last night I had one of those epic dreams where I was all over the place…..many places, many things, many ideas, many issues all happening almost at once. In one scene I observed how I looked into a house and up on an upper floor a door opened out into a room that was outdoors. Within this room was a woman draped in this large and billowing colorful cloth. It moved and flowed in the wind in this most wondrous way; it verged on art. As I watched I realized she was the same woman I had dreamed early in my awakening process, a woman I knew to be an archetype figure. In that dream, I was being birthed and in the dream it helped to signal a shift in my awakening into a new dimension of issues and healing. This feminine archetype, the Goddess, was dark-haired with dark brown eyes. I have had a number of encounters with this woman in dream as well as waking experiences. Almost instantly I am aware of suddenly being an an auditorium sitting next to my father. I am not myself but someone else entirely, a man of dark skin, perhaps Mexican, perhaps Mediterranean. I am slightly younger than I am now in this life. In this dream version of me, I turn to my father, who bears no resemblance to my father in this life and say “Why don’t you get us some Mahita….” As I dreamed this and heard his words (I watched this all as a spectator in the seats next to the father and son, I wondered what a mahita was. I thought perhaps this was something like fajita, that it was some kind of food, but was curious about what kind of food this might be.
Upon awakening, I began to recall parts of the dreams that I had the night before and decided to look up mahita online. Curiously, I could not find any food references, but instead discovered a word that was the same that was an old word in sanskrit which meant regeneration. Huh. If this is indeed on the mark and my higher self was seeking to return this to my conscious self, the meaning of this becomes very interesting….!
Waking The Infinite 
The dreams one feels like sharing are archetypal – they come from a different observers’ level, and have a universal feel. And they are sometimes so witty – that word mahita, regeneration!