Five Siva and a Goddess

This dream came on the Dashami after Ramanavmi in calendar year 2012.

In a somewhat lighted cave, there were five Siva with grey body and tiger skin. All of them were standing. Of them, the second and the fourth one were making gestures with a generous smile on their faces. Their gestures were not identical, though probably in tandem. Then came Jagadambaa dressed in red drapes and with a small crown on forehead. She was welcomed between the third and the fourth Siva (from the left). Jagambdaa turned around and sat down on a seat. My dream ended there.

Dream 18: Mātā Kālī

I had this dream today. In a somewhat dark, dīyā-lit room, I saw Mātā Kālī in an unusual appearance. She was placid, with loose hairs, and a waist cloth. She had no weapons, Her tongue was invisible, and Her hands were free. Her body was dark-blue in complexion and it was shining. Her face resembled my mother's young-age face. I saw Her twice, among which I don't remember the dialogues (again!) in the first meeting. It is remembered though, that She was caring as a Mother.

In the second meeting, She was patting me to sleep, while lying behind me (like how a Mother pats Her baby from behind). She mentioned that I don’t need to worry about mundane problems since She is taking care of them.

Dream 15: The invisible Tārā

A few weeks ago, I saw a dialogue with Goddess Tārā in my dreams. I didn't remember either Her appearance or Her voice in the morning. But I do remember that the room of discussion was completely dark (perhaps that's why She was not visible).

Goddess Tārā is the second in the Daśamahāvidyā devī studied in the Tantra literature.

Dream 9: Śakti — The Temple Dance

I was standing in a vast open field in clear moonlight. My sister, father, and mother were standing opposite me. I looked at the right side, and a grey-color temple was there. The presence of family-folks was set-aside and the eyes got glued to what was happening inside the temple. A huge hurricane-like fireball was spinning and dancing inside the temple. The fireball was thickest in the middle and tapered towards the ends (somewhat like an eye-shape). Just a moment later, the fireball escaped the doors of the temple and flew in air. As the fireball approached me, my hands attained the posture of a ‘‘bhikṣāmudrā.’’ The fireball changed into a beautiful idol of the Goddess and sat exactly in my two-palms set in the begging-posture. My dream finished there, imparting bliss.