Deb's Mimzy Dream

Consult, the Crystals, & Hummingbird Mimzy Dream of April 13, 2010


There were 2 levels to becoming aware of this dream. First, as has become usual, I don’t think I’m starting to dream, but I feel myself enter/merge with a world already in progress. This second layer is the new one (to me): the me of the dream seemed to be checking things out or “coordinating” with the sleeping me.

As I entered the dream/merged into that world, the me of the dream was trying to set up for a consultation. My client was a woman we knew back in the Washington DC area: Layne. I couldn’t seem to get the room set up. I was trying to position large, upright clear crystals. I am not sure they were quartz, but had that kind of shape. I couldn’t get something right; whether it was spacing, crystals in relation to the light, or just what. I felt frantic. Layne was getting impatient. As soon as I got the crystals arranged in a way I thought was correct, the light changed or something and I’d have to rearrange the crystals. I was also trying to prepare food for the session, a certain kind of shake. Only I could not seem to get the ingredients correct. I could not seem to get enough light into the shake, and as soon as I thought it was right, something would change and the shake was not right anymore so I could not serve it to Layne for the session. I kept moving frenetically around the room, between that room and the kitchen (which was magical). I couldn’t seem to find anyone to ask for help, even though I faintly felt Tantra but could not seem to reach her. In the room I was trying to set up for the session, first I could feel a being watching in the corner, then I could see ‘him’. He was watching everything, and I could sense/hear input from him. Something about Layne and her reactions, he impressed on me, represented the old world, an old me. He also imparted that I am weak in asking for help, but that was actually too small an interpretation. He actually meant I was insufficiently connected to all that is around me, that many of my interconnections were weak. This was not a criticism, but a kind observation, in that the observation itself changed and strengthened me. I then knew that the consultation with Layne was not real, was incorrect. It all disappeared.

Then the dream shifted to some images that I couldn’t really see: Just colors and swirls that my eyes could not see the way human eyeballs work, but they could be sensed. The same was true of the ‘sounds’; they could not be heard the way human ears work but they could be felt. So in this segment, some conversation/information was being imparted to me.

Then the dream shifted. In my waking world, the alarm had already gone off. I was just too tired to get up. So as I continued to lay there, the dream shifted to me laying on the grass near a big bush with bright, light pink flowers, many of them. Mostly the flowers were small, slightly trumpet shaped. The sunlight sometimes looked like late afternoon. Sometimes it looked like early morning sun streaming through the trees. As I lay on the grass, which alternately felt warm and cool, I would doze in the dream world just as I did in the waking world. Seems funny to say that when talking about falling back to sleep. I heard a droning sound that was pretty loud, that I recognized, but it took my mind a few minutes to identify the sound. In those few seconds, the sound got weaker, which had me come awake pretty fast because now I knew the sound to be that of a hummingbird. It was hovering right above my head, waiting for me to wake up. It was mostly white, with iridescent green wings and tail. Instead of the red at its throat like the ruby throated hummingbird I’ve seen, it was red at the back of its neck. It was losing strength, and needed me to lift it to the flowers. I lifted my hand to the bird as it lost strength and floated to lay in my hand. I was still laying on the grass, but lifted my hand to the bush back behind me and positioned it’s little beak into the flowers so it could drink the nectar. Its strength returned and it could put its own beak into the flowers. Then the bird gained more strength, and began to hover as hummingbirds do. It let me know it was hungry again, but since I was too slow to lift my hand because I was dozing off again, once I did lift my hand up, it poked me in anger. I laughed, and helped it back to the flowers. We spent a long time communing. I felt the bird and I became good friends. At the same time, I felt that some old energy was communicating through this very young hummingbird to me, or through the situation. Not completely sure what the communication was, but I do feel all of this is related, that I was being instructed by the same beings who were in the consultation room in all the events.