Lucid Intent? No
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Here was a very strange dream that I didn't mean to have (and by that I mean, I know most of us don't choose what to dream, but ordinarily this is the sort of dream I TRY to have, so it's unusual in as much as that it occurred spontaneously, instead of needing to be incubated).
I am sitting in a chair and there is a man talking to me. He is standing next to me, and he's sort of like a personal guide. I get the impression )he does not tell me so) that he's always been around me for as long as I have existed. Sort of like a spirit guide. I am being taken on a journey of past lives through him, but most of the memories I was shown I have forgotten (upon waking up), however, I do remember a few things.
In one of them I am walking at dusk on the side of a mountain. Snow is everywhere. I am worn out from running. I am trying to escape some authority figures of some type. I've done something...I don't remember what, something subversive. I come across a couple of small homes. They're all alone out here, quite remote from other homes and the main city. I decide at first to just keep walking past. There are some young children playing away the last of the light. One boy stands by the door of one of the homes. He has wet steaks down his face while the other boys are happily using a sleds to fly down a hill. The crying boy doesn't have a sled and he's left out. I crunch my way through the snow towards the houses, and notice right up against the homes are metal bins, presumably for trash. The other boys have approached, perhaps concerned about the stranger approaching their little brother. They do not say anything, they just approach. I look their way, and then turn back to the boy and suggest that he can use the trash can lid as a sled. His face brightens up.
I demomstrate how it would work. The boy is small enough for me to pick up, and I sort of put him on the lid, and then slide down the hill with him. He thinks it is great fun. The hill at first seemed quite long and steep, and I thought this would also be a good way to travel fast, even if just for a short span to put more distance between me and my pursuers, and in the mean time I would just happen to be teaching the boy a lesson about how to make use of the things around him, so it wasn't an entirely selfish motive, and I honestly didn't like seeing the boy so unhappy.
However, I meet the bottom of the hill so fast, and it didn't seem like a steep hill at all. I was confused by that, and disappointed. It should have gone further, but the boy seemed to think it was a lark.
It was all I had time for, and needed to be back on my way. The kids laugh and play, and I keep moving on.
In another life I remember even less. I seem to be walking outside in the snow again. I am wearing many layers of skins to keep warm. I've been traveling for a very long time and have gone very far, and I am also alone. I am scouting, looking for suitable places to bring others to. It's a hard path, but I am suited well for it. I remember feeling invincible, and proud of the important task I was doing. I looked for trees and stone to build with, and the presence of plants and animals. I have a long sword strapped to my side, and I remember breaching a small hill and in my hand I grasped a scrawny rabbit that I had just caught and planned to make a meal of. I will be roasting it over fire, because I have no pots or pan to fry or boil it with. I couldn't wait to eat it; I was very hungry.
In another life I am standing outside again, but the weather is nice, and I am right next to a huge stone building. It's some sort of holy place, or at least I feel that way about it. being right up next to it I can't see much of it, but I know it's enormous inside, and I live here with many other people. To the other side is a dense jungle, I remember seeing broad deep green leaves. Somewhere in there is a tiger, and I know it is there, but I am not afraid of it, even though everyone else is scared of him. I know, somehow, the tiger will not bother me at all, even if it is hungry. If the tiger shows itself, I will just look at it and tell it to go back into the jungle, and it will do that, and leave me alone. I won't even have to yell.
When I return from the memories the man is still standing there. He hands me a wooden box, it looks like a tiny pirate treasure chest, and he points up into the air and instructs me to capture myself. Up in the air is a mist, sort of bluish white. I was wondering how I am supposed to capture mist, that's like trying to hold onto a rainbow, but I decide not to question him. If he told me to do it, then it must mean that it's possible, and I float into the air and try to scoop up the mist into the pirate treasure chest box. It's not so hard, but there is a LOT of mist, and I float around a lot scraping it out of the air, and after I've gathered all the mist (it all fits just fine into the box) then I need to gather all the floating diamonds. They're related to the mist. The mist is something that is me, and so are the diamonds. The diamonds hang perfectly still in the air, as if fixed there, and they're easier to gather, but there are a lot of those, too. Seems like at least fifty or sixty, too many to count in a glance anyway. They're also quite large diamonds, some as big as an orange. They shouldn't have been able to fit in the treasure chest, but once I put them in there, there is still plenty of room. I spend most of the rest of the dream gathering up a trail of diamonds.
Diamonds are a recurring item in my dreams. I feel this dream is a very positive one. The life times where I was wearing the skins, and the one where I contemplated the tiger seemed to be lives from a very very long time ago. Many hundreds of years ago, perhaps even more than 1,000 years ago. Where it comes to the tiger, I really felt like I had mastery over this dangerous animal. It wasn't that I could control it, it was more like it saw me as its peer, and would not harm me for this reason. Sort of like, "I am one of you" kind of way.