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At some point I become lucid and attempt some past life recall. This usually doesn't garner any
results I expect, it's often a surprise experience. In this case when I wanted to learn about my
past lives a very large closet appears before me. It's a stand alone sort of closet. It's outside,
as if it should be a house. It's very deep, but the inside is just like a closet, with bars for
hanging clothes on and at the top is a shelf which are a display of very many different hats. The
hats are very high up so I have to float myself up there to have a look. For some reason they seemed
to demand my attention. I don't remember even looking at the clothes. I pass over the many hats. I
wanted to pick one out to wear, but none of them appeal to me at all. I don't want to wear any of
them. I don't recognize the looks of them, either. Many of them are very coarse looking things, made
of thick leather. At the very front of the closet I see two hats that seem at least somewhat
appealing. In real life I am not a hat wearer, except for the one I wear that keeps my ears warm.
Those two hats would have been to the front right of the door when I came in. I had left the door
open. I see there are people outside the door, and for some reason I feel they might pose a threat
to me. Something compels me to make a choice in hats fast. I float back over to the front of the
closet and contemplate the two hats. They both have some sort of emblem tacked on to the front of
them, made of metal. I try to identify them, but it's no use, I just can't tell what they are, but
there is a black one and a dark grey one, and seem to be torn between to the two, but at last I
chose the black one and put it on my head just as a man walks into the closet. He seems unnaturally
tall, and he seemed to be looking right at me and he has a huge smile on his face, but not friendly
one. I float backwards away from him, and press myself to the back of the closet. Then I realize the
man can't see me at all, but he seems to be sure I am there. I decide I might be able to get out of
the closet unnoticed, but I do know he can still touch me, and if he feels my shape and can guess I
am somehow invisible to him, he might hurt me somehow. I can't remember how I get around him,
because there is hardly any room, but I do make it, somehow, but I can't remember anything else that
happens in the closet. I am pretty sure I get out and I become normally visible to everyone, and
some stuff happens, but I just can't remember what it is.
I suppose the closet represented different lives, and the ones closest to the door were the most
recent ones, which is possibly why the two hats were the most familiar or at least the least
unappealing. I am sure they were the sort of hats some military person would wear. Too bad I can't
remember what the little metal tack looked like.
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I think I was lucid at first, and I was trying to do some past life exploration. Specifically the
very last life. I make sure to try to narrow it down so the "mysterious force" that often aids me
(without actually my being able to see what or who it is) has something to aim for. I've actually
been doing a lot of that over the last few days, but when I wake up I either can't remember what I
saw and did, or what I do remember doesn't make any sense and I can't really put anything into words.
In any case, what I recall now is that I seem to be descending in a wide spiral down a sort of
tunnel that seems to be made of wood. There are no windows. This thing is larger and is similar to
the structure I mention in the earlier dream "Windy Tunnel", and it looks much older, and it also
seems to be full of stuff. I don't stop to examine the stuff, it just looks like typical things
people might store in their garages, like chairs, boxes, etc. I do remember there are sometimes
places where I stop where I gather things.
At first I don't even recognize the things I am picking up myself. Most the the things I get from
the dirt. There is a light source here, but it's from an indeterminate source. There are also people
here, and some of them seem friendly, or uninterested and a few seems pretty hostile, but although I
feel there is some danger, I also feel like there isn't anyone here would could really harm me. I
feel like I have everything under control. After picking up the things from each level as I go down,
I finally recognize that I am gathering bones. Just samples of bones. At one level I finally find a
what appears to be a piece of jaw bone, but not from anything strictly human. It was far too large,
for one thing, and the teeth are long and pointed. I think its piece of a dragon's skull. I have to
pick it out of some very dry dirt. Someone else near by seems to react to the bone fragment as if
they are afraid. I examine it, I don't know how I feel about it. It seems that most of the time
during this dream I didn't feel much emotion. I even remember encountering some monster creature. It
was the size of a very large man, but I can't remember, otherwise, what it looked like. I don't want
to be near it, but I am not exactly afraid of it, either.
At one of the levels I seem to be there with my two friends Jenny and Sean, and it would appear that
we have been driving down the spiral in their SUV. But then we come to a point where we can go no
further and we must turn around. There doesn't seem to be enough space to turn around, and the
wooden ramp we drove down here on has completely fallen to dust. My friends seem to be a little
panicked. Sean suggests we find some wooden planks and set them up to drive up on. I don't think
it's a good idea, and it looks like we will need to rearrange a lot of the junk in here just to make
room for the SUV to turn around and position itself back to where it could go back up again. Then
when I inspect the area again, it looks like someone, somehow has found enough room to turn the SUV
around back in the right way. I still don't see how we will get it back up again. Somehow it's managed.
I can't help but get the impression that the bones I pick up are supposed to be my own bones. But
when I come to the dragon skull, I am not sure what to think of that.