How To Find Treasures in Your Dreams


This article is the third in an ongoing series. Links to other Episodes may be found at the end of this Episode. New Epidodes are available on the first of each month. Join me as the adventure unfolds.

Noseless Man           Offers          Depth Perception

* Major transition *
*  Offers new way of seeing *
* Know that all is well *

QUESTION: How would you like to have an adventure with one of your dream characters out in the ‘real’ world? Hopefully your answer is ‘YES’ in which case I encourage you to do something tangible with your dream -- some action. This sets the magical stage upon which amazing things can happen.

 My action for the Noseless Man dream was to send it to Jesse Reklaw’s internet cartoon site.(  Here’s how it all unfolded ...

Noseless Man Visits Noreen

 The Noseless Man and I met in my dream a few years ago but since that time this fellow has taken on his own identity, gone out into the ‘real’ world, linked up with other people unbeknownst to me then somehow, miraculously, brought us all together in friendship. This saga of synchronicity is a continuing tale. Who nose to where it will next lead!

 The Noseless Man entered my dreaming world May 11, 1996.  From the get-go, I knew this to be a potent dream image, yet in my wildest dreams I could not have imagined where this one would lead. My Noseless Man led me into a relationship with a friend I’ve yet to meet in person. It was a dognamed Monkey who had the initial connection with my Noseless Man. But I’m getting ahead of myself, so here’s my actual dream.

The Noseless Man Will Die Next Week

 I’m walking through the park and stop to talk with a fellow
 whose NOSE is wrapped in a bandage. Actually, his nose is
 gone because there is a flat area where his nose should be.
 He’s foreign and has his translator here with him. The
 Noseless Man talks about how he has much greater and
 different depth perception since he lost his nose. As if to
 demonstrate, now four peopl stand in front of him in line,
 one behind the other, and he sees in a new way.  Then the
 translator tells us, “He’ll die next week.”  This matter-
 of-fact statement shocks me, since the Noseless Man is
 enthused about life and his progress with depth perception.
 The translator senses my dismay, saying, “Oh, no, he
 doesn’t mind dying at all -- it’s no big deal.  He’s fine.”

Notes from my dream journal:

 Seems like some of my outer sensing apparatus (nose) is taking a back seat to my developing inner sensing ... the nose knows. What scares me a bit is dying to some of my old familiar ways of viewing my world. The dream may be suggesting there is no need for concern. Go for it!

 Rather than presenting more insights gleaned from this dream (important as they are to me), this article focuses on an altogether different direction in dreamwork.  Here’s what happened.

Enter Jesse Reklaw, Cartoonist:

 While surfing the net shortly after the Noseless Man appeared in my dream, I came across Jesse Reklaw and his cartoon versions of dreams in Slow Wave.  Immediately intrigued, I sent him this dream and was soon dazzled to see it cleverly rendered in cartoon form.  What fun!

Noseless Man Visits Lucy in Seattle

I thought, “Well, that’s that for the Noseless Man -- on to other things,” not yet realizing that this image had a mind of its own. It just so happened that out in Seattle a few weeks later, a grief-stricken Lucy Flanagan happened across my cartoon in a local paper, The Rocket, and felt compelled to find the person (me) who had this dream.  Here is the actual email Lucy sent to Jesse Reklaw, January 28, 1997.

  Your dream about the man who was missing his
 nose -- I want to talk with the person who had this dream --
 it has vast significance to me. Please get back to me.
 Thank you.

 Graciously, Jesse complied and to this day I recall my feeling of astonishment, almost surreal, as Lucy emailed me her story. Her beloved dog, Monkey, had died very recently due to a tumor on his nose. The vet said he could operate by cutting off Monkey’s nose, but still the dog’s chances would be slim. A devastated Lucy opted for euthanasia. But here, let Lucy tell her own story excerpted from her journal...

Lucy Speaks:

 “Once upon a time there was a very beautiful dog named Monkey who was indescribable. He was innocent, intense, understanding, acting upon that understanding, timid and brave at the same time, poised, dear, funny, gorgeous. Anyway, Monkey loved life and eagerly awaited each day because that meant an opportunity to explore, to meet new creatures and, optimally, to conquer them! He had long, shapely brindled legs that flitted in the dappled light in a blur of movement. We spend about 22 hours a week ranging Seattle’s park system together.

 “Monkey came down with a cancer in his nose that I didn’t discover until it was too late and I had to put Monkey to sleep.  I was devastated by the loss of my best friend in all the world.  We had been together 12 years.

 “One day, about two weeks after losing Monkey, I was wandering around in a daze and came upon a rock music newspaper, desperate for something to read over lunch. There, in the back, was a cartoon. It was one of the Slow Wave series depicting people’s dreams. This dream struck me like a lightening bolt.

 “In the dream, the dreamer was in the park and came upon a man with no nose.  He had with him a translator because presumably with no nose he couldn’t talk either (dream logic here). The translator explained that while the Noseless Man had lost his sense of smell, he compensated for this with enhanced perceptions in another dimension. As if to demonstrate, the Noseless Man lines himself up against four other people in a row creating a 3-D display. Then the translator informed the dreamer that the Noseless Man was going to die in a couple of weeks. This shocked the hell out of the dreamer who was horrified because the Noseless Man seemed to love life so much. She didn’t know what to say. This surprised the translator who rushed to reassure her, ‘Oh, no, it’s no big deal. He’ll be fine.’

 “Naturally, this story was like rain on a desert to me. It seemed to come from the supernatural, grasping as I was at any straw that would bring me in contact with the beyond and back in touch with Monkey. I saw at the bottom of the cartoon a website address. Being on-line at work, the very next day I was able to reach the cartoon-maker by email and implored to be put in touch with the dreamer. I had to know what had sparked this strange dream.

 “Lucky for me, the dreamer was Noreen, a very dear person and as might be expected, a bit of a psychic. Anything’s possible, especially now in this virtual world. Now Noreen and I are best friends in Seattle and Cincinnati, Ohio, never having met. We write every few days. It is the strongest bond.”

Noreen Speaks:

 “Usually when synchronicity occurs in my life, I take it as a sign that I’m right on track with something meaningful and good. So, when I read Lucy’s first email about the death of her beloved dog, Monkey, my thoughts instantly darted back to a few months hence when I too, felt great loss at the death of my devoted companion, my 14-year old funky little poodle dog, Fiona. Lucy and I already had a common bond. Then to discover that Monkey’s favorite pastime was to roam the parks as a lover of life, which tied right in with my Noseless Man being in a park and talking about his enthusiasm for life and how he didn’t mind dying.

 “It seemed no coincidence to me that somehow, by the mysterious workings of dreams and the mind, Lucy and I were moved together in relationship to explore right off “The Big One” ... Death!  And that we did for many months, sharing our deepest feelings, thoughts, fears and hopes. For both of us, this experience was richly healing, touching our souls with some unexplainable, yet precious force. We became instant friends.

A Cyberspace Triumph:

 Now it’s more than a year later and our friendship has blossomed into a cyberspace triumph. I’m amazed at the vastness of our email conversations and how much fun we have together, regardless of the topic of discussion. We send each other ‘Fun Packs’ by snail-mail and have talked on the phone together a few times, yet we have not met in person. Maybe we will, maybe we won’t. What seems most important is to simply enjoy and appreciate what we share now. So thank you Noseless Man and Monkey (as you were both hanging around in a park enjoying life) for bringing us together -- straight out of a remarkable dream with a mind of it’s own.

Noseless Man Visits Dawn in New Jersey

 The Noseless Man account you’ve just read was published in Dream Network Vol. 17 No. 2 and shortly thereafter I received the following email. I should be getting used to this by now, but I was once again awestruck.  Here’s the letter ...

I just read your piece in Dream Network.  (I hope you don't mind me contacting you directly, since the article listed your e-mail address.)  I had one of those jaw-dropping, synchronistic moments when I saw the phrase "noseless man" in big print across the top of the page, as several very significant waking and dreaming experiences in my life have involved the "noseless."

Starting around age 6, through some time in my adolescence, I had a recurring nightmare:
  I sit on a park bench in a foreign country.  I watch the passerbys, innocently and    uneventfully.  Then, I notice a woman among the strangers who frightens me more than   any other person I have ever seen, or any demon I could ever conjure.  She has no nose.    She doesn't look scary or deformed, rather it is the knowledge that she has no nose that   inevitably terrifies me.  After watching her in horror for several moments, I wake up,   escaping from her evil.

In my adult life, as I've examined the meaning of this dream, I've often been puzzled.  I have amused myself by considering plays on words, transforming "no nose" into "no-no's" and "no-knows."  In other words, perhaps the woman represented a wrong-doer (someone who commits no-no's) or someone ignorant (someone who has "no knows").

Then, about 20 years later, the no-nose people entered my waking life:   In May 1996, I got engaged to a man whom I'll call "J".  J was American-born, but of foreign parents.  He, like his family, spoke with an accent and was often mistaken for a foreigner.  Although I was warmly received into the family at first, over time I began feuding with J's mother over some very fundamental issues, such as religious aspects of the wedding ceremony.  J's mother was extremely controlling, often manipulative and cruel.  Our issues couldn't be reconciled.  J sided with his mother.  The wedding was called off a month before it was to take place.  I was deeply, deeply devastated and, without going into the sordid details, my entire life was derailed.

I both laugh and cry when I make the connection between this life-altering event and my recurring childhood nightmare.  For not only did J's mother have plastic surgery on her nose (not uncommon), but before I knew him J had lost his nose during radiosurgery for a brain tumor.  No one had warned him in advance that he would lose his nose.  In the end, his nose was completely reconstructed, but J often spoke of the time when he awoke from surgery to realize his nose was gone.  Understandably, the realization was traumatic and shocking for him.  At the time of our relationship, which was ten years after the surgery, J's altered appearance remained a troubling issue for him.  He spoke about it often.

So now I joke that as early as age 6, I sensed the terror of the woman from the foreign land who had no nose.  What I failed to recognize is that she had a son.

My entire life has changed as a result of meeting J.  I've lost a lot more than a fiancee, for I left my job, moved across the country, and have battled ever since to regain my confidence.   But in recovering, I've had to take a whole new approach to life.  Painful as it was, the experience was somewhat of a blessing.  And J recently told me that our relationship was like a rebirth for him too.

So as you can see, I was amazed to read your article.  The experience was even more strange because this was my first issue of Dream Network and I've recently done some writing about the whole nose issue (so it's on my mind).  Then there were all the similarities:  the man with no nose, the park setting, that the man was foreign...  Also, Lucy's dog with the tumor...  Even the idea of dying to the familiar ways of viewing one's world.

I just had to share this with you.  There's even more to say, but I didn't want to overwhelm you, since I'm just a stranger e-mailing you.

In any case, I appreciated your story and I would love to hear back from you.

Dawn Hill

As you might surmise, Dawn and I are now bosom buddies delighting in the growth of our friendship. It turns out that both of us have recently attended mind-expanding shamanic dreaming workshops facilitated by the renowned Robert Moss, author of the profoundly ripe books, Dream Gates and Conscious Dreaming -- Dawn in New Jersey, me in Ohio (we’ve never met).  Roberta Ossana, editor of Dream Network, asked us to collaborate on our experiences at our respective Moss Workshops. Because of this event I decided to send Robert a copy of the Noseless Man adventures knowing how he appreciates the unusual, the bizarre, in dreams.  Little did I know he had already met Mr. Noseless!

Noseless Man meets Robert Moss in NY

 Keep in mind this was the first time Robert had ever heard of my Noseless Man or Dawn’s Noseless Man. He quickly emailed me back the following in his inimitable style ...

 Dear Noreen -
 This may be a pendant to the curiously interlocking stories that brought you and Dawn together. At the beginning of this month, I dreamed I discovered a telegram from my favorite professor (who died ten years ago). When I went back inside the dream, I was able to recover a lengthy text in which he discussed, inter alia, his contacts with Gogol (the Russian writer) on some level of the astral planes. When I got up, I went looking for Gogol's books.

  The first one - a collection of stories titled "Tales of Good and Evil" -fell open at the first page of a story entitled "The Nose." Clearly dream-inspired, it is a surrealistic narrative of a man who wakes up to find his nose is inexplicably missing. The nose starts leading an independent life, while he ranges the city - attempting to mask  the flat spot on his face with various wrappings - trying to figure out what to do about it. While many readers might find a sexual motif here (fear of missing a vital part of the male anatomy, or of losing control of it...) the dream logic goes beyond boiled-down interpretation.

 At my last workshop that Dawn attended, I mentioned my telegram from the professor and his interest in Gogol. I did not share the further details because I did not know about her "noseless" dream or noseless man.

Bright Blessings,

Noseless Man Club:  Yes, it’s true, you can have your very own membership card with color graphic of Mr. N. if YOU have had a Noseless Man experience.  Please write and share your story.  It’s obvious to me that Noseless is just getting started in this wild adventure of synchronistic connections inviting deep friendships.

QUESTION:  In what ways have YOUR dream images become larger than life?  Please share.

Click Here for Episode Four:
FROM BIRTH TO BLOOM  “The Power of your own Dream Oracle.”  I shuffled my 50 Dream Treasure Cards during my morning meditation and asked them who would like to be highlighted in February’s story.  Two cards fell out!  I knew instantly why this happened.  You’ll know soon!

Lucy Flanagan, animal lover, is an ardent advocate for off-leash areas in Seattle’s park system and likes to put it this way -- “I’m interested in the parasensual capabilities of dogs.”
Jesse Reklaw illustrates your dreams for the nationally self-syndicated comic strip Slow Wave  ( He’s proud to be part of the Noseless Man Experience. Email:
Dawn Hill is an artist, writer, dream enthusiast, and ASD volunteer. She exhibits her paintings on the East Coast, has written for a variety of publications, and also designs “dream boxes,” inspired by her love of dreams, creativity, spirit, and symbol.
Robert Moss is a lifelong dream explorer, a shamanic counselor, a best-selling novelist.  He has also been a teacher, foreign correspondent, magazine editor and actor.  His popular Dream Workshops incorporate shamanic techniques and his latest dream books are Conscious Dreaming and Dreamgates.  Email:
Noreen is owner of 7 Arts Studio in Milford, OH.  She is a stained glass artist, drummer, dream adventurer, writer and teacher of Tai Chi.

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