This dream has been viewed 4134 times.(Last nights dreams were very strange and seemed to flow together but also exist on two different levels of consciousness. I’ve had the intention of trying for an out of body experience for the past few days and I haven’t really tried until just recently because my energy has been so low but yesterday I felt really on form so decided to push for one.
There seemed to be a kind of split or division in my self where a part of me was dreaming and the other part was trying for the oobe, I also felt very conscious for the entire night even when I wasn’t dreaming but in the black voids in between. It’s difficult to explain but I’ll try and go into more detail in my additional comments).
I find myself walking around my childhood hometown I am searching around the shops in order to purchase a packet of playing cards. I will use the existing pack of cards as a guide or template in order to create my own series of cards. The images and theme which I intend to base my cards on will be the darker side of human nature.
After I buy the cards I board a bus where I meet my wife and a very familiar man who for the life of me I just cannot place for the moment.
As we drive I shuffle through the cards I see one or two that I have already rendered in my own style. One of the kings of black suit is sat on a throne in a very casual way with legs spread and arm leant on the arm of the chair propping up his self assured face, he has an enormous erection that points straight upward.
I flick to another black suited card it’s a jack, the character I have rendered on this card is very militaristic in a savage and aggressive way. It appears that the black suits are somewhat dark and sinister and it seems to be predisposed that the four kings in one form or another represent sex and power whereas the jacks will signify aggression and war.
Suddenly my attention is drawn to the man I recognized earlier but couldn’t place his face, he seems to be having some kind of terrible anxiety or panic attack I watch as he chokes on his words and stutters to speak. I’m quite lucid and wonder if this stopping and starting when he tries to talk is actually a problem with the dream character not being able to keep up with what is going on in the dream or if this person really is having a problem with their speech.
He looks a little wild and disheveled my wife goes over to him and places her arms around him to comfort and calm him I go over to him as well and tell him to be at peace and not to worry as he’s amongst friends in a safe place.
As this very vivid dream ended I started to hear the very high pitched whistling sound which I know indicates that I could attempt to leave my body, as the high pitched whistle increases I start to feel very mild vibrations too. The room was dark and I couldn’t really see anything but I decide to push ahead and try to leave my body.
There was a definite split in my consciousness with my waking ego very frightened of continuing with the oobe attempt but my waking consciousness seemed more passive and much more willing to forge on ahead and leave. In the end my ego’s fear gets the better of me and I abort the attempt, I had a flood of irrational thoughts such as my soul being captured in a bottle by an evil presence.
Additional Comments:Interpretation: This was a very interesting night full of strange experiences, I really wish I could have continued with the projection but in the end I was just too afraid (irrational fear) but I think I need to see this as a positive step and keep attempting to try again, its been a while since my last one so I guess I found this experience a bit startling and wasn’t really prepared for it. I noticed just before going to bed some sensations like touching, tickling and somebody placing a band or crown around head before sleeping. There was slight pressure but nothing unpleasant, actually sort of interesting and agreeable. Of the dreams tonight I think the principal one was most interesting and perhaps held the most symbolism, although the pack of cards was dark and sinister they also seemed to be strangely positive or the act of creating them was positive. I never got to see any of the red suits which left me wondering whether their attributes would be more positive or less intimidating than those of the black suits.
Dream 2: Three in a bed – My consciousness passes through deep blackness and fades into this next visual dream. I wake up in a bed very similar to the one I’m currently sleeping in my wife is by my side but just to the side of her is a male work colleague, there is nothing kinky about this arrangement and it seems quite normal. In fact in the dream I realize that my wife and this man share a great deal in common and actually have very similar characters (this is partly true on waking too). A female work colleague comes into the room and comments on the situation. I get up out of bed and pick up a new album by John Lydon I listen to some of the music and quite like it, it has a raw electronic world music kind of flavor about it I feel pretty certain that this album is going to be a great success and will sell really well. The cover of this album is incredibly striking and depicts a man on top of a very tall building it’s a photograph but has the colors and hues of a surreal painting by Giorgio de Chirico. The man is in the process of taking a giant step forward of the lozenge shaped corner of the building into the void, he doesn’t appear to fall and I watch as a ghostly trail of his form walks out into thin air beyond the building. I love the picture and it makes me feel really positive and inspired, I call out to my wife to come and see it she is just as amazed but has to turn away as its realism starts to give her vertigo. As the dream fades I start to become more conscious or aware and drift back into the black void like stages between REM sleep, I hear some music just as if I were picking up a radio broadcast it’s a very familiar song from the 1970’s which I feel sure I should remember but cannot place. As I listen I hear a voice speaking to me about the balance of chemicals in the body and energy in regards to what I am attempting to do by leaving my body. I feel that I could possible try and project again but I also feel that I’ve used up a great deal of energy in my first attempt, I note that my stomach feels empty and hungry.
Dream 3: Café control – Again I seem to keep my consciousness between REM episodes in the black void. I diffuse into the next dream where I find myself traveling on a bus to a restaurant for lunch, it’s a working lunch and there are a number of colleagues traveling aboard the coach too. The restaurant is extremely nice with a fresh Mediterranean perhaps Italian feel about it there is an upstairs mezzanine area with the cafeteria down below. When we get inside the colleagues all go and take a seat at a long table together, I don’t feel like joining them but it’s not because I don’t like them or that I’m being unsociable I just simply don’t want to. This feeling of making a decision makes me feel very happy and empowered, I head over to the cafeteria to choose some food noting on my way that they have some absolutely delicious looking cakes which I’d like to try later. The ciabattas all look very delicious but I notice that instead of using red meat in the sandwiches they have only used white fish. In the dream I feel that I’d prefer to make my own ciabbata filling. The lady chef who is serving is Italian but speaks French my grasp of the French language seems very ropey in the dream but she understands what I’m asking her and points to a little self service box which offers all of the ingredients to fill ones own sandwich with, I see lots of spicy salami and notice some peculiarly large capers. Customers are allowed to pick and mix up to three items from this display case to fill their sandwich with.
Dream 4: The tree of the all seeing eye – I drift through more darkness to the next and final dream I could recall before waking. I find myself in a very cartoon like environment on the grounds of a stately home where a garden party is taking place. The setting looks quite a lot like a Simpson’s cartoon except the colors aren’t so vibrant. As I watch some cartoon characters chatting with one another on the grass I see a tall dull grey pine tree in the centre of the garden which sets me on edge. I feel that all of my previous dream and oobe anxiety has been brought about and culminated in this tree. Suddenly I realize why, there is somebody hiding in the tree. I zoom or am dragged against my will towards it and see framed in a small opening in the foliage a menacing all seeing evil eye staring out at me.