Please join us for a monthly gathering to discuss and deepen our relationship to dreams and the images they spontaneously bring. We will work with the images, metaphors and feelings inspired by dreams offered for discussion by group members. In each two-hour session we will have time to process two or three dreams.

Further intentions of Dream Council include a better understanding of imagery as a source of a different kind of knowing outside rational thinking, and an experience of how group involvement brings dreams alive. You need only openness and curiosity to participate; remembering your dreams is not a prerequisite! The format is drop-in and come-as-you-can. A donation to Journeys is appreciated with participation.

Dream Council takes place in the Blue Ridge Neighborhood near Carkeek Park. Contact Tamara through the form below to receive the address and more details.

Facilitated by Tamara Walker

Tamara facilitated Journeys’ first Dream Council in 2017, and she currently serves as chairperson for Journey’s Community Program Committee. Her various roles at Journeys — as a student, teacher and volunteer — especially in community events focusing on ritual, grief, dreams and the deep imagination, inspired Tamara to obtain her MA in depth psychology at Pacifica Graduate Institute. A lifelong lover of animals and wild landscapes, Tamara was a veterinary surgeon for 20 years. She is also a passionate rock climber, reluctant mountaineer, beginner sea-kayaker, and grateful student to an eco-spiritual life.

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DAY-BLIND
Chana Block

ONE CLAP OF DAY and the dream

rushes back

where it came from. For a moment

the ground is still moist with it.

Then day settles. You step onto dry land.

Morning picks out the four

corners, coffeepot, shawl of dust

on a cupboard. Stunned

by brightness, that dream-

where did it go?

All day you grope in a web

of invisible stars. The day sky soaks them up

like dreams. If you could see

in the light, you'd see what fires

keep spinning, spinning their mesh of threads

around you. They're closer

than you think, pulsing

into the blue. You press your forehead

to the cool glass.

They must be out there in all that dazzle.

Bloch, C. (1992) The Past Keeps Changing. New York, NY: Sheep-Meadow Press