I’m running across an open field at night with Arthur. It’s dangerous, I know there was a bear seen around here recently, just outside our rec room door in fact, but if we move fast we can make it to the entrance of the station, and there’s something elating about daring to do this, about disregarding fear. Arthur reaches the steps leading down before me and I pick him up because he doesn’t do well with stairs. We descend into full daylight walking on a path stretching straight before us lined with trees, surrounded on all sides by nature. As we walk, I look around me, and with every step my awareness sharpens, intensifying, until I slip naturally into the conclusion, “I’m dreaming.”
I break into a jogging run, very conscious of my pumping arms and legs, enjoying the exercise; it’s fun simply to run along the smooth dirt path, enjoying the scenery and a realistic sense of effort that is no effort at all. I’m vaguely aware of other people enjoying the lovely day and surroundings. But soon I’ve had enough of the jogging. Pausing, I consider reaching into a pocket to produce X’s key, but I don’t have a sense of what I’m wearing and when I perform the gesture nothing happens. It doesn’t surprise me because I know he’s not planning to LD tonight. I decide to just go with the dream.
A happy scene greets me of people enjoying a body of water and the surrounding shores, which are green but also somewhat rocky, and beyond the water to the west, not too far away, I sense-see a dark-blue waterfall. I’m tempted to throw myself in the waterfall and experience its torrent, letting it plunge me down against the rocks, immersing myself in its power; what fun! But as I consider this, I notice a ceiling forming a few yards above me that flows down into walls which will soon have me trapped inside a structure, an annoying development. I spend entirely too much time in LDs trying to find a way out of buildings. I will a door to appear in the gray-white wall that has taken form near me, pointing my finger at it, but nothing happens. Impatiently, I stride toward it and am gratified when I effortlessly rip it open like thin cardboard.
What happens after this I can’t remember, but I know I spent a good amount of time inside an adjoining building doing something, speaking to various people, before I decided it was time to go outside again. I consider a door on my left but think it might just lead me into another area of the structure and so decide on a window directly before me. I cross the room and fly through it Superman style, up into the sky away from the water scene. I feel the dream has gone on for a long time but it’s still quite stable and I’m ready to find myself somewhere else interesting. As I soar into the misty-blue sky, I cry, “I’m here X!” meaning in the dream realm. (I really wish I could remember what exactly went on in that building. It had the feel of a two-story school, lots of wood and plain corridors).
I somehow end up on a city street, a run down commercial-looking area, not the best kind of neighborhood, a broad street separating various shops and maybe small storage warehouses. I’m ready to intend X’s key to be in one of my pockets, and indeed, I pull it out of the clothing I now sense I’m wearing, without any effort. Nice. I close my eyes and intend, when I open them, to see before me a door the key will fit. I remain on the street. I don’t see any people around me. Well, there are lots of doors around me, I’ll simply keep walking and see which one looks good. I pass by a couple which simply look too poor, not promising at all. Then, crossing the street (I’m now moving east to west) I spot, or it forms as I pass, a simple wide door made of a light wood, very unpretentious but not decrepit. Why not? I enter the little alley, approaching it. It either changes then or I become aware of another door, this one of glass set in glass walls with writing advertising a business. I see a distinct lock on this door, rectangular, like a light switch cover, and I make note of the muted colors, red and gold, of a painted rose surrounded by its leaves. Very nice. The door is just slightly ajar, nevertheless, I insert the key into this lock just to see if it will work. It feels very real inserting it and then turning it, and I’m pleased this key seems to fit any lock I intend it to fit.
I push open the door and enter the establishment beyond it in which an elderly white-haired woman is walking from the back of the space toward the front, moving on a slight diagonal away from me, but surely she’ll see me any second now. I know it’s after hours and that the store is closed, which means I’m trespassing, but I’m curious. The place is carpeted in a dull faded gold akin to the sepia of a faded photograph, and there isn’t much to see in the front room. As I move inward cautiously, a man dressed in a kind of gray workman’s jumpsuit strides out from the back, where I sense he just made a delivery, moving past me on his way out. Since the old lady, who seems out of it, does not react to my presence one way or the other, even though she’s looking at me now, I head toward the back. I come upon a life-size female mannequin sitting on an old-fashioned couch, or chaise lounge, wearing a long white form-fitting gown embroidered here and there, on one arm and along one side of the skirt, for example, in shining diamonds. As I make a sharp right past the first display, I come across two more lifeless female figures, each one sitting alone on a couch clad in the same style garments, which differ only in the gently curved and refined “diamond” decoration, because they are not cheap sequins. These look and feel like very expensive dresses and I receive an impression of the 17th century. And even as I investigate the place, which feels as though it’s been there for decades, the delivery man, standing just outside the glass door, informs me that what I’m looking at are samples of the old woman’s work which aren’t for sale as she only takes private commissions. I return to the front room, finding it a little creepy in the back. The ancient seamstress merely looks at me as the man, smiling, says (I paraphrase) “Maybe you can just stay in there” as he makes as though to lock the door. I cry, “No!” and run out, suffering the impression that should I be locked in there with the ancient seamstress something diabolical will happen I have no desire to experience. He seems amused as I race by him and exit the dream at approximately 4:45.
Dream Notes: I saw the dresses clearly and they are in no way 17th century dresses so I don’t know why in the dream that date came up, they looked more like 1930s gowns to me and just having Googled it, my impression is confirmed. They look like 1930’s wedding dresses. There were three. This morning I saw a photo in Discover of activity going on in the sun right now which is the exact shape of the decoration on each of the dresses, a dark curved, serpent-like line. The Elizabeth von Arnim book I’m working on was written in the mid 1930’s and first published in 1936. Because I do not believe any stitch in the Magic Pattern is coincidence, this dream seems to relate both to my connection to Elizabeth and my explorations with X which include discussions about possibly exploring past lives together. I did not really have a clear intent of where the door would open, only that I would use X’s key.
I have seen bears in quite a few dreams now, I consider the bear one of my totem animals, and yet I’m afraid of it. Fear of my own latent powers? Elizabeth von Arnim died 2/9/41 which is 71 years ago, so maybe the “1” and “7” I got a strong impression of wasn’t 17 but 71? I got the feeling of what I was looking at having been there for decades. The old woman, the seamstress who tailors dresses to individual measurements may have been there to help me remember this former life; to help me clothe myself in it again, so to speak. But I didn’t want to get trapped in there, stuck in the past? Perhaps I am reasonably concerned about actually feeling past events and emotions rather than simply imagining them, as it would undoubtedly be an intense experience disorienting to my current ego.
A friend suggested the powerful dark-blue waterfall can express chakra activation, which I like, and not being able to reach it, being confined by a building, meaning I’m not quite ready to enter into a higher energy, or causal, body. The “6th chakra, coordinates inner sense impressions to create the experience of being in a virtual nonphysical environment, including startlingly clear visuals (though these may be representations of non-space non-time oriented environments in imagery derived from the physical reality). The 7th chakra, allows you to transcend the perceptual biases of the body you’re in so you can transfer your focus of consciousness to the next higher energy body.” She also suggests the mannequins could represent “unanimated energy bodies. The quality of the gowns and presence of diamonds may suggest the great value of the progress towards such an end.”