February 2, 2014
I feel my body falling asleep and it’s like moving faster and faster on what sounds like a train. I keep my eyes focused straight ahead. Through my eyelids, I can see the glass door and the night outside. Eventually, I discern my own pupil. Focusing on it, I see my own face looking back at me. I’m black- and-white, as though made of moonlight and darkness. Then a man’s face starts to form where mine is. I’m entering a dream because everything is now in real living color. The dark-haired man’s face is very close to me, staring directly at me. I try to say, “FlowofmySoul?” but I can’t speak, so I simply think at him, “FlowofmySoul?” Floating disembodied from right to left, I keep my eyes on him. His lips are parted as he stares directly and intently at me. There is a quaint sunlit city street behind him. I continue floating from left to right, leaving him behind. He seems to be perched on a low fence or barrier separating one side of the street from the other. I almost lose the dream, but manage to hold on to the hypnagogic state as I let myself continue drifting. Then it’s as though I’m sinking in darkness, sinking down and down to the bottom of the ocean. I manage to find my footing, and see what looks like a subterranean corridor, and another woman who is also passing through. Turning, I spot daylight at the end of this long rectangular shaft. I begin flying toward the light, but then stop in the middle of the tunnel. A few people walk past me as I stand there thinking—I should create a portal to take me to the tree. I raise my hand, and imagine a white rimmed egg-shaped portal opening before me, but nothing happens. I keep trying, thinking—Why can’t I create a portal? Everyone else seems able to create portals! I am practically stomping my foot in frustration. I give up, because outside I can see trees now. Trees!
I head outside. It’s night time, and I seem to be in some sort of small public park dotted with trees, but none of them look big enough to be THE tree. It’s a festive atmosphere, and many of the trees seem to have one or more people perched in them. I yell, “Sean! Illeana! Sean!” Very, very faintly, I hear a voice respond, “Over here!” I head in the direction of the voice. I’m thinking I need to find a higher perch so I can see around me into the various trees, but then a man standing by himself somehow gets my attention. He’s wearing a red jacket and pants reminiscent of a Dr. Pepper uniform. Excited, I walk up to him. He looks like he might be Sean. I ask, “Sean? Are you Sean Dabbs?” He doesn’t really respond to the question, but invites me to go somewhere and smoke with him, and I see the number 500 or 700 on the white pack of cigarettes he’s holding. I say, “No thanks, I have to find Sean and Illeana.” He tells me this is his first tour of the States, and I know he means in a dream. This sounds intriguing, but I turn away. I walk across the parking lot and perch on the hood of a car, gratified to know my body is deeply asleep, and I should have time to explore in this dream.
Over some tree tops, I perceive an almost circular soft white cloud. It is different in texture, brightness and vividness from the rest of the dream scene, and there seems to be a large golden sun behind it. It looks almost like an illustration in a fairy tale. I feel, more than see, a great tree both within and beyond this cloud. I think I might be seeing Illeana’s world, her magical creation. I fly toward, and then through, the misty cloud. Sure enough, I come to an area dominated by a great tree with thick bare branches large enough for a little dark-haired girl to be sitting on one to my left as I slowly fly past her, but she looks more like a rag doll than a living child. I ask her, “Are you Illeana?” She doesn’t seem to be, but she does give me the name of the street she lives on (I can’t remember it now, it may have started with an ‘S’) which is nearby. I turn away, toward another section of this tree, which is so massive I can’t see its bottom or top. I cry, “Sean! Illeana!” I glimpse a man and a child standing half hidden by branches on an upper “platform.” There appears to be a definite structure seamlessly constructed amidst the branches, a large complex tree house, and I really feel the figures might be Sean and Illy, so I keep calling their names. The little girl hears me, and comes running down. She kneels on the branch above me as I hold on to it, looking up at her. “Are you Illeana?” I ask her. It really looks like it might be her. She doesn’t reply but gazes at me curiously. I phase out of the dream.
Deep in the midst of dreams… My dead grandmother returns home, but only to go out again to buy sugar, and I consider accompanying her… Outside are two large white envelopes addressed to me. One is a Permit I filled out, but that was returned with a terse note: Provide a full description. The other envelope is from overseas, and I think it might be a Contract of some kind… I find myself standing against a wall in a space that feels like it is inside and yet also part of nature. I’m with three people, a woman I don’t know, a little girl, and her father. I think the woman might be the man’s partner or a close friend. There is something wrong with the little girl’s left eye—her eyeball keeps slipping all the way to the left and out of sight for a moment before returning to its normal place. I ask her, “What’s wrong with your eye?” She tells me nothing is wrong, smiling at me in a strange way, and I murmur, “Oh really…” finally recognizing the disturbing phenomena as a dream sign and becoming lucid. I ask her, “Are you Illeana?” No discernible reply, but I’m sure I’m with Sean and Illy, so I declare, “Let’s go find the tree!” My three companions turn and begin walking. I follow them into a stone passage that is very well lit by an invisible light source. I become aware that my dog Arthur, snow-white in the dream, is following behind us, which is great, because I had intended to try and bring him to the tree with me for Illeana to meet.
The moment we enter this rectangular antechamber, with its precisely cut stone walls and lintel, I exclaim, “This is a mastaba!” (The oldest kind of ancient Egyptian tomb.) I am certain of this even though the walls, a sandstone color tinged with orange, are shiny and polished, some sort of stone very familiar to me, but the name of which I can’t think of. I see and feel these perfectly smooth shiny walls distinctly. In places, they are adorned with a series of four small square raised “knobs.” I am totally excited that we are all walking deeper into a mastaba! The feel of being underground makes sense now—we’re in the entrance corridor of an ancient Egyptian tomb! We come to an irregular, jagged, and almost U shaped crack in the stone ceiling (with the U lying on its side) and everyone passes through it without effort, but when it’s my turn, I wonder—Am I going to fit through here? I have no intention of being left behind, and I’m in my dreams body, so I will myself up and through. On this other higher level, I see my companions standing in one of the chambers opening off the corridor. They are gathered around a waist-high object that resembles a cross between a sarcophagus and a copy machine. I see a bright light beneath it’s lid, on which all their hands are resting. I move to an adjoining chamber, where everyone is now working as if in some kind of mysterious office space. Or an archaeological dig? I phase out of the dream.
I enter a large space, some kind of store that also resembles an airport terminal with people lined up before the ticketing counters waiting to be served. I cut impatiently to the front of the line, climbing over the barrier to stand directly in front of one of the customer care representatives, a man in a blue uniform shirt. I wonder why I’m bothering with this protocol, because I already know I’m dreaming. He tells me I can’t cut in line, and I reply, “Yes, I can, because this is a dream.” Something interrupted the full body massage I was receiving earlier, and I head to the right of the space, where I see a door I know leads back to my massage. But then I pause and think—No, I’m going to go and try and find Sean and Illeana again!” Now I spot a yellow door, or curtain, leading outside. I pass through it, and am completely surprised to emerge on a patio of sorts, beyond which stretches a really big pool where children are happily playing. A pool party at night? Then it hits me—A lunar healing pool! I immediately dive into the water. Something sharp clings to my left leg for an instant, but I shake it off. I swim through the very realistic feeling water, which is neither cold or hot. There is no visible moon beyond a garden-like trellis. Nevertheless, I stand up in the water, and as I walk over to the opposite end of the pool, I intend a healing energy to emanate from my right index finger into my left hand and wrist, which is sore from too much typing. There it is… a faint glimmering violet hue that swiftly concentrates into a thin violet laser beam. I continue the healing intent, until I reach the side of the pool and “climb” out.
I cry, “Sean! Illeana! Sean!” and suddenly one of those powerful magical dream winds lifts me up, like a great invisible cushioned chair, and begins transporting me somewhere. It is such a wonderful feeling! I literally sit back and enjoy the ride, and the view. I am treated to an extravagant display of beautiful brilliant blue, red and yellow lights forming what I can only describe as a great Ferris wheel. Then a huge angular sphere of these same three colors, which I recognize from many lucid dreams, floats by just below me and to my right, parallel to the Ferris wheel. It is a very specific geometric shape, soft right angles intersecting in a sphere-like whole. Continuing on my wind-propelled journey, below me I see, very clearly, a row of solid-looking wicker tables and sun chairs lined up in a row, as though I’m flying over a resort of some kind. The wind subsides, but I can’t really tell where I’ve landed, and now I feel as though I’m in partial bondage to the mysterious sphere with a red strap that brought me here. It’s exciting me, but I suppress the sensation because I don’t want to wake up. Through an opening in a large enclosure wall, I discern the front of a blue-white building that looks like a hotel or seafood restaurant or fishing resort—over the entrance are carvings of two fish that spell the name of the place. I’m getting frustrated, because I don’t see any trees. As I walk, I cup my right hand to my left ear, intending to call Sean on a dream phone. After two rings, a woman answers, “Sean Dabbs’ residence.” At first I think it’s a living woman, but then it sounds more like an answering service prompting me to leave a message, but I decide against it feeling a little weird about calling his house, even though I know that’s silly because it’s a dream phone. Two times I see flash before me what looks like an iPad screen, on which is written a message from Sean addressed to me informing me that they aren’t available now. I phase out of the dream.
Okay, so I got too excited last night and kinda failed at going to the tree, BUT, when I eventually fell assleep, I had a very interesting dream I think could be totally connected…
I am in a large empty house with Illeana – we’ve traveled pretty far to get here, we are meeting some people – friends? Family? It’s not clear (though I do not question it in the dream) but we all have something in common – we all have ‘powers’… First I meet a lady, she is very pretty, I have no idea what her age is (though looks to be in her thirties). This seems to be her house. She is telling me how good it is to see me… but we need to go. Somebody mentions a party, outside in the field…
Our plan last night was, after meeting up with everybody, to dig into the ground (near the tree) and see where it takes us (I mention this as you mentioned that we went into a place that looked like an archaeological dig). I think we are getting closer! I also think that NOT having a hit when me and Illeana were not lucidly at the tree is also somehow a ‘hit’ in it’s own right. I am SURE if we were both lucid, Illy and I would have brought you to the tree. I think not being lucid, we may have been there on some level.
Your description of the Egyptian tomb made me remember another dream I had last night. It was based around ancient Egyptian times, there was some dialogue like a documentary on top talking about how for 500 years all the rich people did was eat and make love all day. This then somehow related to the present day.
In your dream, where you tried to create a portal and it didn’t work, well this happens to me all the time; I think the fact that you could NOT do it also means something.
I managed to get Raven to join in last night, she told me late last night she would try, so my idea was to see if you guys would have seen her without being told about her.
Sean felt that in his dreams he may have been at my house, which he and Illeana traveled pretty far to get to, and his dream character told me it was his first time in the States in a dream. (I live in the United States.) I think the party outside is also synergistic with the atmosphere I encountered in my dream: “I head outside. It’s night time, and I seem to be in some sort of small public park dotted with trees, but none of them look big enough to be THE tree. It’s a festive atmosphere…” The “500 years” in Sean’s dream documentary about Egypt is probably why I saw the number “500” associated with the dream character who looked like Sean, and who apparently responded when I called out for Sean Dabbs.
I felt close to the tree yet we were underground. So maybe digging into the ground near the tree took us to an ancient Egyptian mastaba. Or did I perceive it as a mastaba because Sean had dreamed of an ancient Egyptian documentary? Or did he dream of ancient Egypt because when digging for something I would naturally think of Egyptian tombs, ancient Egypt being my fascination and specialty? But the question “which came first?” doesn’t really apply to the dream space, where time is not linear. I feel I found both the tree and Sean and Illeana. Although they were not lucid or at the tree, I perceived them as well as their intent to dig beneath the tree, just as they perhaps perceived me at the house they visited. I seem to have fulfilled their plan to dig into the ground near the tree, because I ended up underground in an Egyptian tomb.
I am fascinated by the living light I saw beneath the hands of the people I was with underground- We are learning to literally shine a light on our dreaming minds as we search for each other. The sarcophagus/copy machine relates to buried abilities, and to our goal of unearthing matching elements from our dreams; to root out actions and experiences in the dreams of others that copy actions and experiences in our own dreams. That explains why the adjoining chamber had an office-like feel to it, because we do all this on computers, and dream sharing is how we work together.
I believe the woman standing with Sean and Illy, who I perceived as a close friend of his, was probably Raven, who Sean had secretly invited to join us last night. I knew she was close to the man, standing beside the young girl, who I was certain were Sean and Illeana. I have “met” Raven in a dream once before, and this person felt like her to me.
At the end of the night, when I tried calling Sean, his dreaming mind seems to have communicated the fact to me that he wasn’t lucid or available.
When FlowofmySoul sent me the link to his social page the day after these dreams, and I saw more pictures of him, I recognized him as definitely being the dark-haired man I saw in my first dream of the night. Like Sean, he also went searching for the tree last night but found no one there.
That morning I wrote in my dream journal:
I am happy to say that my wrist feels much better, much stronger, and with no more ache in the joint. I had recently made it worse by lifting some heavy boxes, and it was seriously bothering me when I went to bed, but now it feels better than it has in weeks.
Seven months later, my wrist feels strong and fit. I haven’t had an issue with it since.
Regarding the intriguing geometric shape that transported me in the final dream, where I performed a healing in the pool—it looked very much like a Geodesic Sphere and I believe relates to QIGONG, which I have recently begun practicing. Perhaps this is also what the “Ferris wheel” in my dream represents, this circular flow of life-shaping and sustaining energy. The circle and the star indicate the energetic relationship between each element. They indicate where there is a natural ebb and flow of Qi throughout the Five Elements and their corresponding meridians. The goal is to keep the Qi flowing naturally among them.