I call this one "In the Flow":
I had a prophetic dream this morning (2007) full of symbolism and mystery. It started with someone giving me a piece of paper with a phone number on it. The paper turned into a large picture hanging on the wall. I copied the number onto another piece of paper. A-- was sitting to the right of me looking at the phone number on the wall. He said he was having trouble making it out. I thought I wrote it down clearly, but when I looked again, it became cryptic. The more I gazed the less visible it was and I suggested we step back from the picture and cross our eyes as though to view those 3D pictures that were so popular in the early 1990’s. It became a puzzle. As I stepped back, the picture, which was white with black lines scrawled all over it, morphed and transformed into completely incoherent designs on a white background until it became just a light. The light engulfed me and I passed through it into my brain where I saw the circuitry of the mind working--synapses firing and gray matter.
Then I walked alone down a sidewalk with a tree to the left of me and green grass all around. A flock of crows or blackbirds flew across my path from left to right. I continued forward through the flock. I noted none of the birds were dodging me as birds do. They weren’t running into me; they just allowed me to walk through the flock without flying away from me as birds do. I pulled my jacket over my head to prevent the birds from hitting me although they gracefully avoided me.
Suddenly I stood on top of a hill covered with green grass and stone rocks. The hill was naturally terraced. I noticed several people, an adult and child or children, sitting on one of the terraces to my right. There were people all around. As I began to descend the hill, I noticed a small, glassy stream, so glassy I almost stepped in it. In the stream were lots of fish. The stream appeared to start at the point I was standing and the water was flowing in a diagonal direction beginning with me and moving to the right and down the hill. The fish swam in hoards down stream. I noticed that one appeared to be dead, but I decided not to pay attention to it and moved on down the stream a bit. I bent down to take note of several dragonflies that were busily moving towards me from the right. They took no notice of me just as the other animals hadn’t. The dragonflies moved with such determination almost militant like. They were clearly on a mission to get somewhere. And then I woke up.