The Pool in the Garden

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Dreams and OBEs are inextricably linked, when we are working on ourselves, delving into our depths, some things come up continuously over the years and you don’t really fully understand the symbolism. For years in OBEs and dreams I’ve found myself in an old villa, I would say Italian. An old stone building, overgrown and forgotten, but it is more the garden that is of interest, it is overgrown and there is a small rectangular pool, this pool has also appeared in experiences in my parents garden, a place in the astral I use as a sort of base camp. I have always called it my sacred garden. The pool is not modern but one you might find in an old Italian villa, made of stone, the water is greenish with algae, sometimes it is empty. In the experiences I always want to swim in it, though it is a bit small for proper swimming. I am reading a boot at the moment called ‘Braiding Sweetgrass’ by Robin Wall Kimmerer, yesterday it described how an elderly lady wished to return to her former home after many years, it was run down etc. There was also a part describing how the author had bought a house with a pond that needed cleaning, this could have triggered my dream, or maybe the universe conspired to create a series of feelings and events within me. Even recurring dreams are often a little different each time, sometimes showing how progress is being made, the dream may show you this progress with small signs. It is certainly worth working with dreams as I’m convinced much of our healing can be done in dreams and OBEs of course. Who knows what we have avoided having to deal with in life thanks to our dreams. A rather neglected area of our humanness I think. Anyway in the dream I had in the early hours of this particular morning there was progress in the old Italian villa saga. I am in my village in England, in the road where I was born and brought up. Originally we lived in a different house in the road and then we moved next door but one. In the dream I realise they are renovating the first house we lived in. I go round to