March 31, 2013
In some huge room sitting concentrating (on a video game?) with a woman pressed up beside me, a good (unknown) friend, I watch my husband climb the white rope masts of one of the 4-5 unpainted (like models) wooden sail ships lining the right wall. I see what he’s planning, to climb to the top of the rigging and leap to the next one, putting himself in a dangerous and precarious situation. I’m worried and exasperated in equal measure as I watch him. As he leaps onto the final ship’s rigging, the whole thing lists to the right. Disaster is imminent, but he manages to hold on and land on his feet. Now it’s as though he’s the one sitting near me and I can see a threat (again more like a 3D game than reality) approaching and he’s not concentrating on it so I warn him. I’m now on the city street of this “game” stepping behind a square column hoping the demon clown won’t see me, but of course it does, so I attack first, directing an invisible flow of debilitating force toward it with my right hand. It droops, almost melts, onto the asphalt and a car runs over it, crushing it for an instant, but it begins reforming, shooting fire at me. I repeat the procedure two or three times before it occurs to me this could go on indefinitely and best to rise up into the sky out of its range. I go up and up and clearing the roof of a building I turn and soar into the sky and lucidity.
Oh, it is so good to up here high above the world and lucid again after 10 days! I don’t care the sky is a deep washed out blue and white, I’m soaring through it without effort, the world far below me. I raise my hands before me and vaguely see fingers gnarled like ancient or dead tree limbs. What? Weird. I decide the problem is the gloves I’m wearing and take them off, letting them fall away because they’re not real, I don’t care if I lose them. I feel I could go on like this indefinitely and cry “Take me to the moon!” more as a way of expressing how wonderful I feel than as an intent I feel can be, or even desire to be, realized. Then suddenly I fly through a large sharply edged portal into a bright, perfectly crisp scene. A gorgeous sunny day in a town with buildings all a burnt red or umber color. As I look down, I equate the crisp luminosity of the scene with my increased lucidity, but it still feels tenuous because it’s early morning, just 30 minutes before I normally wake. As I undo the top buttons of my black shirt (in a recent LD On Top of the World I was also conscious of wearing a black button down shirt and black pants) to expose my breasts and nipples to touch them (my preferred deepening technique) I find myself inside a small establishment in which many people sit waiting to be helped by a woman behind a desk. One of the seated men, also in black, eyes me appreciatively, but though I’m pleased I turn away and look around curiously. Colorful, with souvenir type jewelry here and there, one pair in the shape of pyramids, deep blue and gold, interspersed with glossy brochures. There’s no doubt I’m inside an international travel agency. This is interesting, but I don’t stay.
Outside the commercial street is crowded, but not in a big city way. This is a small town, with shops arranged in a crescent moon shape around a small open square or park. There are technically many doors on which to try my key, but I’ve been here before and nothing came of my search and I think the best thing is to leave. I have a clear view of blue sky beyond the square and try to launch myself into the it, but I can tell it’s not going to be effortless this time and decide to try my dolphin kick, which usually enables me to fly-travel in quantum jumps rather than as through linear time. I am impeded in my first attempt to get off the ground by a thin old, mummy-like woman clinging to me. I shake her off and make it off the ground, but now I’m tailed by a group of children all reaching up for me in wonder. This is not new in a LD, and I have no intention of sticking around to explain what I’m doing. I dolphin kick up and away, and am surprised to realize the group of little boys and girls has followed me up! One particular (red headed?) little boy is closest to me, exclaiming in wonder that we’re all flying. I say to him, “You’re dreaming. You realize this is a dream.” I don’t want to add the other possibility that he’s dead. Then he says something to the effect that we’re able to fly because of the demon coming to take over the world. I firmly tell him that’s ridiculous, that flying like this in a dream is one of the most joyful things you can do when you realize you’re dreaming. “When you realize you’re asleep and dreaming, you’re lucid. Lucid dreaming, remember that term when you wake up. Lucid dreaming.”
I consider trying to form our tree door in the sky but I don’t quite see how I can achieve that, especially tailed by a childish escort, so when I spot a platform in the sky with a door leading into a small building, I peel myself away from the little boy and his friends in a paranormal equivalent of separating two pieces of Velcro, and land on the platform. At first it seems the kids are following me, but even if they do, they don’t bother me further. Facing the wooden door, I slip X’s key out of my right pocket, but it is stainless steel or silver and far too big for the key hole. Then a phone on my right begins ringing. I ignore it, thinking it is the phone in my bedroom ringing in waking reality, my husband calling me at 6:30 a.m. from Pennsylvania before he starts his long day of sorting through antiques. He will worry if I don’t answer it but I have no intention of waking up to do so. As I let it keep ringing, I consider the implications of choosing X and my desire to find him and be with him in a dream over my husband even knowing my not answering the phone will worry him. Chances are X is already awake or otherwise unavailable but there’s no way I’m going to deliberately end a lucid dream. I slip a small silver key out of my pants as a man suddenly walks up and answers the phone. He listens for a few moments before hanging up abruptly. I conclude the call made no sense to him and that’s why he hung up but then he calls out, “The gate!” and I realize it wasn’t my husband calling it was someone giving instructions to open the gate. I open the door and kneel before what is now a small safe. Inside it are really heavy silver coins, mostly large, a few smaller, about nine or ten I slip into my right pocket with the intention of studying them more closely later. I find a finely carved and painted stone horse’s head and then a lion’s head and slip them into my pocket as well even though I know, of course, I can’t bring them with me into waking reality. The rest of the figures in the safe are made of plastic, several model dinosaurs and maybe an elephant head. I get the strong feeling this assortment represents eras of earth’s history and is implying our souls have been around a very long time. I leave the rest of the stuff in there and walk down a corridor of the small plain wooden structure into a room on the right, where I’m happy to see a door leading back out into the sky. I open it and phase out of the dream.
Dream Notes: I should have answered that phone. If it had really been my bedroom phone ringing, it would have woken me up. The call was a command to open the gate. When I used my key on a door I opened a safe. The coins were heavy, real, not counterfeit, which symbolically lends validity to how I felt about what I discovered in it “for the act of opening a coffer is the equivalent of a revelation.” “Silver relates to the moon, water and the female principal” and in this context could relate to a mysterious wealth of wombs, all the times we’ve been born. Some of the coins were larger than the others. They might represent the more important or, further in keeping with the symbolism of silver, the more pure, bright and eloquent incarnations. And of course the international travel agency could symbolize a place where souls go to plan their next lives on earth. The fact that I saw ancient Egyptian style earrings reflects my particular predilection for that culture.