Dream 25: Vivekananda and Goddess

This is a beautiful dream. Read along. I saw a beautiful, somewhat dark and somewhat lighted, temple arena. Tens of idols of Goddess, all beautifully carved, were occupying the wall area and surrounding the arena. And then I saw Swami Vivekananda dancing and begging for food. One statute converted into an old lady, with little bent back. Her hairs were silver-white, and Her eyes were clear. She had a white cloth (sari) and She served food to Swami Vivekananda. The saint was overjoyed, and so was I.

Given the looks of Goddess, I would speculate Her to be Annapūrnā or Vrddhamātā.

Dream 24: Lalita Sahasranama verses

In a short dream, I saw reading Lalitā Sahasranāma from my book. I was reading a ślokam beginning with the aksara "ka."

Dream 20: Bhavānī's voice

In reality, I was discussing some Tantra and stuff with my friends last night. I told them how the Devi Bhagvat differs from the commonly known interpretation of Śivalinga as a phallus with Pārvatī's vulva. The Devi Bhagvat narrates the Linga as the egg shaped cosmos, while some books like Rudrayamalam suggest it to be the primordial energy egg from which the universe expanded (hint: Big Bang).

Now, let's move on to the dream part. Just the same night, I saw a black dark area, from which a voice was emanating. The voice was in English (unlike some previous dreams where it would be Sanskrit). The voice seemed confident and aware of what it was talking about. Yet the voice was soft and tender (like that of a teacher). The voice was of a woman, and most likely Goddess. The voice said, ‘‘It is really impossible to tell whether Bhavānī's energy is present in vulva or not. But that should not really concern you.’’

I woke up suddenly, but luckily I remembered the dialogue this time. Its interpretation is not completely clear to me, as of now.

Dream 19: Mother Kīrti

I had this confusing dream a few days ago. Either a narration was being done by my father about a version of Rāmāyana (not the Valmiki one). Or otherwise, I was just roaming in ancient times, witnessing various characters.

At some point in time, I reached a strange temple with beautiful white stairs. While ascending, I found an emanating fire coming out from the mouth of Goddess. The Goddess was called as Kīrti there. The fire was about ten meters long. My luck was not good enough to see Her face.

Dream 16: Idol of Kālī

I saw the idol of Mother Kālī in a dream. She was made of black stone and lying in front of my eyes. She had a crown and Her features were somewhat hard to recognize. She had a silken-yellow background (aura?) behind the idol.

The dream was short in length.

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 14: Angry Sarasvatī

I saw this dream around the 2007 new year. I was seriously ill and after some tolerance, I was completely annoyed. I started meditating on Sarasvatī and slept; my intuition said that She was angry.

I saw a dream of Her around 2:00 a.m. in the morning. She was extremely fair and beautiful. Her hairs were black, wavy, and loose. Her eyes were splendid. Her forehead was radiant. There was no crown (as if the loose hair and no crown were symbols of anger). She was empty handed — without lotus, lute, garland, or book.

She disappeared after giving a darśana, but I recovered very quickly after that.

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.