Dreams, in my experience, are mostly a jumble of disconnected sounds, images and sometimes feelings, but every once in a while I have the privilege of receiving, what I call, divine or supernatural messages from the Self-Existent, Source of all life.
Those are the dreams that I pay attention to and to the best of my ability I record everything in a journal—times, dates, feelings, sounds, colors, positions of things or people and of course the event or series of events. I also make note of what I have been doing in this physical life before and after the dream to compare. I will check into symbolism (from all perspectives) to truly seek the deeper meaning. Those types of dreams appear to go on for a very long time, it seems as though I’ve always lived in that realm, time is not the same, maybe no longer existent but there is a faint recognition of time, often in the dreams none of that matters.
I have often wondered why I have those types of dreams, are they meant just for me, a personal training course, or are they to be shared? Will they possibly serve or help someone else? Maybe I am supposed to make them public in case it is a piece of the greater puzzle? Maybe they are simply intended to be of service to someone as an inspiration or just to say “You are not alone.”
It’s been quite a long time since I have had those types of spiritual dreams, until recently. I used to have them so often and didn’t know what to do with them so at the time all I could do was record them in a journal— I’m so glad I did because those are the treasures I’m going to share on this blog.
I have been through a wilderness for the past 4 years after my oldest daughter passed away and I’ve been doing the work which often felt as though I was trying to climb out of a slimy, wet, cold, pit and I kept slipping back in.
Deciding to share my stories, dreams and visions on this blog is like taking my most treasured possessions out of their shielded container to share them with the world—a most vulnerable task.
Recently I had a dream about Bees and Mud and I believe that the most direct interpretation of that dream is partially about letting go of the past. Living with the old messages, or what some call programming, stings and whenever a situation rises that is familiar, that pain is as real as it was the day the thing happened. Never-the-less I must decide to continue moving forward and create a new future based on what I would like my life to be as opposed to what others said it was or what it should be and all of those stinging “shoulds” and “shouldnt’s”, the “not good enough’s” and “unworthiness” which contained controlling messages need to be trampled underfoot.
After reading about the symbology of bees I think there may be many deeper messages layered throughout that dream and these layers are likely to feed me later on in times when I’ll need encouragement I expect.
In symbology bees are often used to denote hard work and industry. The bees also unselfishly benefit everyone, their honey in it’s natural, raw state is extremely healing. Honey never spoils and one is able to sustain life for quite a long time on honey and water. Honey has many medicinal properties for the benefit of all who trust in natural medicine. Not to mention these busy, little, creatures keep everything alive with pollination and to top it all off their buzzing frequencies restore supreme wholeness to everyone and everything alive. Those frequencies structure water of which we are, especially our blood, utterly restorative.
“It’s interesting how, according to some traditions, bees were associated with Divine or ‘other world’ messages, the soul, and heaven. In European folklore, it was believed that bees and eagles were the only members of the animal kingdom with access to heaven. The Bible is rich in symbolism, and references refer to the use of bees to ‘drive away’ foes, and honey as a symbol of abundance and reward. The Greek philosopher Pythagoras believed that the souls of the wise and ingenious passed into the bodies of bees 1.” [Source of the statements in this paragraph is found in the hyperlinks buzzaboutbees.net]
My daughter’s name, Melissa, means honeybee. It’s highly possible that this dream is connected to her and the pain of her passing.
In this dream I was standing in front of a barren landscape which consisted of deep, thick mud and sky.
I knew that it was necessary for me to walk through the mud and I was aware that there were other “people” with me but they were just outside of my periphery, I sensed their presence and I could see their faint, ethereal, form. I began to step into the mud which was deep sometimes even up to my knees. Every step I took my feet were stung because some of the bees had been diving directly into the mud. I felt amazement at the bees unusual behavior and I was aware that I was being stung but it didn’t really hurt. When the smallest one stung beside my right eye I questioned out loud “Why are the bees committing suicide?” Knowing that bees usually die after they’ve stung, it is their defense mechanism to be used only in extreme, lifesaving situations.
I could see the swarm of bees around me and in front of me, some were very small the size of a small almond and one was as big as my hand which I assume was the Queen Bee, she was in the center and never stung nor did she dive into the mud, there were others who followed her lead as well. As a potter and ceramic artist and a woman of faith, I know that mud otherwise known as clay—the earth, is the essence of life along with water.
The atmosphere in this dream was silent, and peaceful other than the odd behavior of some of the bees. It was a clear sky and the air was still and quiet which, in my experience in this waking life, has been associated with death, but in my dreams it is associated with peace, tranquility and freedom.
After much pondering and discussing this I had an epiphany as to the meaning. According to some interpretations bees in a dream are most often a positive sign but much of it depends on the emotions and context of the dream as well as what’s going on in the waking life. Dreams and dream interpretations are personal, so there is never one cut and dry answer. However, analyzing the emotions I felt during the dream can shed light on what the dream is trying to tell me.
The fact that I was amazed and questioned why the bees were “committing suicide” and that there was one queen bee who was not aggressive, there was no real pain when I was stung signifies that this is not a negative event nor a warning of danger. Those stings were more like a small pinch, punctuating every step through the mud. Which could mean that growing, moving forward, doing the work of trudging through the difficulties of grief hurts but are not significant enough to avoid them.
Other than working through grief, it could also mean that my past needed to be let go of. The ethereal beings were either remnants of past negative beliefs that has kept me bogged down or maybe they are ethereal taking on a vapor of human form or in the form of bees telling me that I need to get out of the mud, stop dwelling on the past or cease from allowing those old messages to control my steps in this present time.
I had hidden myself away for the years of masking and injections which were imposed on the world. My patience was very thin and I found myself bursting out in anger so I felt it was best that I stayed home.
I needed to focus on raising my three grandchildren now and I had no patience for anyone else.
Then the day came when my husband said he wanted me to join in doing the errand of shopping, I joined in and it was a sunny, bright day. I was happy that I got out of the house and I told him so. Then I glanced out the passenger window as we approached a red light. The lineup of traffic beside us was long and as we slowly came to a stop I noticed the car next to me had four 8’S, they jumped out at me, then the next car had three 8’s and the next one had two 8’s. I turned to my husband and told him how that must mean something seeing all these 8’s and as I turned back to look out my window again I saw a sign that had a phone number of seven 8’s. I got very excited thinking this is no coincidence so I looked up the symbolic meaning of seeing so many 8’s. The one thing that resonated with me was “stop playing small”. It was a type of wakeup call to stop hiding in my house and stop allowing the old messages of lack and unworthiness to limit me, to live boldly, to do what I love and embrace life again.
I think that is related to this Bee and Mud dream saying to me “stop playing small” do the hard work even if it stings and build the future, step into my purpose.
I’m sure there are many other layers to this dream and as I go over it I sense so many additional meanings, I think this is going to take some valuable time to go through and right now I am working on a painting for it and will post it once it’s done.
Update: October 2025
*I have edited the original post, I hope you’ll read it and let me know your thoughts.
*I have also, since that dream, had a solo art show which took me 14 months to paint, titled “INNERVIEW” an evaluation of my inner being and where I am at now, it afforded me a place of respite. The paintings were a work of entering into peace and love and light and gratitude for everything, some of which can be seen on my website. https://www.heatherdawnfineart.com/
* I have not completed the painting of this dream but I do intend on creating a body of work which will be about my Dreams and Visions.
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