Arthur-Merlin and I run into the spacious dark antechamber fronting a large school’s Women’s bathroom, deserted now because it’s a holiday. As I reach for the light switch, something heavy and clinging, like cloth mixed with straw, falls over me and I sink to the floor more disgusted than afraid wondering what it is, but there’s no point in just crouching so I shake it off and switch on the light. Arthur-Merlin races up into the restroom, passing two women I’m surprised to see there. I choose a stall and as I finish and get up to leave, looking around me, I realize I’m dreaming. This is exciting because if I can manage to become lucid every time I use a public bathroom in a dream, I’ll be able to have many more lucid dreams.
I look at my left hand as though expecting to see a ring or X’s key but it’s bare. I’m aware of my body, wearing white slacks that button closed in front, and I don’t sense anything in the right pocket, yet. I’m very happy to be lucid and I jump up and down once as I touch my breasts, rooting myself firmly in the dream. I exit the bathroom and walk along a corridor. There’s a window before me but I feel confident that I can Superman fly right through the barrier and that’s exactly what I do. I’m still inside, with the building trying to extend itself around me, but I don’t care, I simply fly straight through the white roof into the open sky.
It’s night and before me and above me the black sky is dotted with white stars, perfectly circular stars, not too bright, not dim. I reach into my right pocket, fishing for the key which has always been there. At first I don’t feel anything, but at the very bottom, there it is! I pull it out and hold it in front of me, curious to see if it will look just as it does in WR. At first it appears to, it’s the same dark gold or light bronze, but the material is more luminous, like alabaster, solid and yet translucent, like amber. The color is a mix of gold and orange and I am very intrigued by the shape—a shield, like the kind used in a noble family’s crest, broader and curved on top, tapering at the bottom, and draped across its left corner is an elegant flow of stylized grapes reaching halfway down it’s length. I wonder what it means as I study it with pleasure.
I decide that even though X will most likely not be waiting for me at the rocks tonight, that I want to try and make it there anyway, and just in case. Looking at the stars and holding the key, I try to say, “Take me to the rocks by the beach where X waits for me” three times, stumbling over a word here and there, trying to find just the right one, but in the end I remark to myself, “Well that was a pretty sloppy incantation.” Nevertheless, I close my eyes and wait for it to work, and know it doesn’t because I can still hear the same women’s voices engaged in conversation somewhere in the amorphous town below. I think, Oh be quiet, impatiently as I conclude I will simply have to find a door to use the key in, and with that intent, I descend.
Immediately I find myself inside a building with stores that all have open fronts, a place like a cross between an ancient Bazaar and a modern mall, well lit and interesting. I glimpse colorful paintings lined up on the floor against a wall in one of the spacious shops and make a note to return there and study some of the art works more closely, thinking how great it would be if I could move my physical body and sketch what I saw in a LD because remembering details can be difficult. I know that’s a pipe dream, and though all the different crafts I sense in that establishment attract me, I pass it by intent on finding a door to use my key on. I consider exiting the building to find an exterior door, but I’m here and might as well use the first door I find. I enter another shop owned by two older women who are conversing quietly and pay me no heed as I make my way around all the furniture and objects crowding the place. Everything appears to be of good quality, the lighting is just right, dim but not dark, bringing out the deep, substantial colors and grains of the materials and furnishings. But all I care about is finding a door and when I spot one I head for it even though its crowded in front with stuff I’ll have to move out of the way when I open it.
The door I’m standing in front of is made of, or covered with, a golden-brown leather and a few studded horizontal bands run across it. It has a lock but also a black cord that attaches to something to hold it closed. I glance over at the women, but they don’t appear to see me or care what I’m doing, so I lift the hook and unlatch the cord. I’m intrigued by the shape of the fixture on the left, which turns right and left like the handle of a lock, because it’s carved in the form of a duck in a blue stone like turquoise or lapis-lazuli. And the fixture to which the end of the cord attaches on the right is carved in the form of a white bird in flight in a shining white material like marble or porcelain. Between them is an oval lock the same color and texture as the key into which I insert it. My key now looks like the ETERNAL key I gave X, and it’s larger than the hole in the lock but I know I can make it fit, and I do, turning it to the right and opening the door toward me. Behind it is a small dark space and another identical door. I move toward it but realize I left my key in the other lock, and turning back for it, I’m very disappointed to feel myself waking up.
Dream Notes: As X commented, there were some interesting elements to this dream. The iconography, a family crest, while the duck and the material it was carved from evoke ancient Egypt, in which the duck represented female sexuality, birth and rebirth. Birds symbolize transcendence, the soul, spirit, divine manifestation, the ability to enter into a higher state of consciousness, thought and imagination. A white bird could denote spiritual growth, the triumph of spirit over flesh, as in shaping an even more transcendent dream body? The birds were the two balanced points on the black cord I had to unhook before using the key. X found it even more interesting when my key turned into his Eternal Key. “I see that as a nice sign of our minds and personal objects melding, if you will, in the non-physical. Maybe the space between the doors represented a void space or reset space, between your dream world and mine? Maybe my dream space was on the other side of the second door?” a possibility I found fascinating, and highly likely.