White Eagle Dream

 

The Dream this norning beginings in my bed. I sit up in my bed and it is dark. My family is sleeping. In am dreaming that I have awoken from sleep. I walk from my room and I am no longer longer in my apartment, but I am in some large institutional building. The place feels like a school or hospital. I am trying to get out of this place. There is staff and woman administrator coming towards me. They want to confront me. They are not happy that I am wandering around there building in my night clothes. They must think I am trespressing or some kind of weird intruder. One male member of the staff is chasing me down hallways. I am desperately looking for an elevator or an exit. At one point he corners me in cubbyhole that looks like a possible exit, but it is not. I burst past him and look to my left. The wall disappears and it becomes a rocky sea shore, and I see a military like ridged hull inflatible boat,RHIB,speeding toward me. It is a rescue mission! There are about 4 men and 2 woman onboard. I wade out to boat up to my chest and I am pulled aboard. Thank God they are here to rescue me! Next things take an unexpected turn. A Mexican man wades out to the boat too. He wants so badly to escape the instituion too. My rescuers plead with the man to come aboard. We must make room for him only the boat is full. There is no room for an additional person. So I selflessly sacrifice my own position to allow him a place. I swim back to the institution and the rescue mission powers away. Now I wander about the halls of the building. No one seems to care about me any longer. Suddenly, a wall before me, disolves, and I see a white sandy beach. It is sunny and breezy. On the opposite side of the waterway I see small cottages. Then all of a sudden a magnificent white eagle swoops down from my right and lands on the beach right in front of me. The raptor is an albino bald eagle. There are some flecks of black in his plumage, but mostly he is a beaming white bird. His left side is towrd me and he cocks his head toward me. He stares at me with proud piercing eyes, and I hear these words in my head, "Look to your Freedom here!".

Then I wake up. It was odd that at the start, that this dream began with me waking up, and yet still being asleep in my bed. That is such a weird idea. Was I astral traveling? I'm not so sure. The building and the people there really gave me the sense of being uncomfortabily pursued and trapped. That institution felt sterile and oppressive. It felt like some communist enclave that I had to get out from. Was it some kind of federal prison? The people and the place felt modern, and oppresive, like something out of 1984. The ridged hull inflatible boat, RHIB, is very familiar to me. I know about these boats from my time serving in the U.S. Coast Guard. These are very useful for boarding ships and performing rescues. My past military history still informs my present dreams. Those experiences will forever affect me. They are engrained in my psyche. It is interesting that I sacrifice my own freedom to save the Mexican man. Selfless service is one of values that comes with nilitary service. You just do it and not dwell too much on the consequences afterwards. I am glad the Mexican man got to escape. It seems The Creator had a different plan for me. It was so stunning to see the white eagle in this dream. This was the most amazing part of this dream and it fills me with hope. I believe it portends good news. The white eagle reflects the power of the sun. Many Native American cultures regard the eagle as a messenger of the gods. The white eagle comes from the spirit world. It is symbolic of strength and power. It is seen as a sign of wisdom and knowledge. In dreams, white eagles are said to represent our higher selves, or our ability to rise above challenges and reach our goals. Good news is coming! Some kind of victory is coming my way. I have no doubt. The landing of the eagle on the beach must have some signifigance. I think it suggests a need to find the peace and tranquilty a beach has to offer. I think of trips to Florida I did in my younger years. White sand and waves lapping at the beach. I also vividly remember a trip I had to Bermuda years ago. I sat in a horseshoe bay on a white sand beach with a beer and turkey sandwich. What a blissful moment. Those tiny cottages on the opposite shore fill me with longing too. I hope to have a home some day in the future. When the eagle stood there between me and that view of thise cottages and said, "Look to your freedom here", was he suggesting look to him or look to this place for my freedom? I am starting to think he meant for me to look internally for my freedom. That it is more a state of mind than a physical place. Well, that surely gives me a lot to ponder. A cottage on the beach is a great responsibilty and yet it can be destroyed in a hurricane in mere seconds. To say that material things are imperament is to speak a truth. Still, it sure would be welcome to experience that even it was just a fleeting moment in time. Such is the nature of life. Experiences are just points on a continuim.