This dream has been viewed 11459 times.I was at my old brick apartment near where I used to work in S___. I was lying on the floor in a sleeping bag, for the apartment seemed to be devoid of furniture. A potted plant was on the floor near me, and a vine hanging out from it was draped on the floor. It was wilted, though. I put my hand on it and my whole forearm began to glow red. Where I touched the vine, it turned bright green and the color spread upwards through the vine back to the plant. My finger was glowing yellow at that point, too. I peered over the plant to look at its other side and spotted some five-petaled flowers there that were pink and also a little wilted. Carefully I held one of them between my index finger and thumb, and the petals shot outward and caused the flower to be in full, lush bloom. I kept doing this to the other flowers, until they were all a vibrant pink.
I put my hand on my other arm, because it felt kind of funny. Once more there were the color changes, although now different, random colors glowed where I touched my arm, such as green and white. I was a little puzzled that the colors were now different, even though touching my arm did cause it to feel better.
On some level, I became aware that I was dreaming for I began trying to get out of my body for an out-of-body experience. I crawled out of the sleeping bag and carefully stood up. However, one of my astral legs felt slightly disabled. I wondered momentarily if it had anything to do with my physical leg being in an awkward position, and perhaps the astral leg could not move completely free because of its invisible connection to the physical leg.
I woke up, but did not move. I thought, Why not go right back into the dream, before I totally wake up? And that's exactly what I did.
I was still in the brick apartment. Now there was a transparent, blue glass vase on a table in front of me. I had to get out of the sleeping bag again, and I got out of my body at the same time. Once more, my leg felt inhibited...I assumed that I must have had this leg in a funny position when I went to sleep.
A woman was now in the room (I can't remember too much about her). I knew I was dreaming, and I asked her if I could pretend if the vase was magical.
"Certainly!" she said. "Rub it, and a genie will come out."
Excited by this possibility, I began rubbing my thumb on the glass surface in circles. Soon white, misty fog began billowing up out of the opening. The whole cloud of it drifted over next to the front door of the apartment, and I watched it expectantly. But this is what it turned into.
picture taken by Mark D. Phillips on 9/11 www.markdphillips.com/
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I was horrified. It was the mysterious face that had formed in the smoke of the World Trade Centers on 9-11, just as a photographer had snapped a picture...that strangely looked like the face of the devil! I woke myself up quickly, out of fear.
But as I lay there, once again not moving, I calmed myself down and thought I should try to dream again. I shouldn't be so afraid of images like this in my dreams, I told myself.
And so I found myself in still yet another dream. However, I had lost my lucidity. I was helping a friend of mine who I haven't seen in years get ready for his wedding. It did not occur to me that this was odd, for he turned out to be gay a couple of years later when I happened to run into him in real life at a gay pride parade. It was also in near the hospital I used to work at in S___, even though when I knew him I was already working at the hospital in the city. There was much confusion over getting the details of the wedding ready, and I was trying to help as best I could. But the simple fact was that the stupor of dream confusion hung over my mind as well. A family from India came in and began working on some preparation for the wedding as well.
I began to erase a chalk drawing on a large blackboard. It was where we were going to paste the wedding announcements, but the truth of the matter was that whoever had done the chalk drawing was a master artist. It was of a flower in a vase and some stained glass windows. There were also some words in script writing (I can't remember now what they were). However, I seemed to have no regrets about wiping out this masterpiece. But as I attempted to do so, the drawing seemed to grow more impressionistic and beautiful instead of disappearing. Still I did not question whether I should be erasing it.
The eraser turned into a water hose and I was standing outside of a medieval church trying to wash the chalk off with a torrent of water. A woman at a desk that was outside the church was getting splattered. Oddly, I did not even notice that this major shift in the dream had just occurred. The only thing in my head was that I somehow had to get the blackboard clean before J___'s wedding.
I woke up and, again, did not move. The light from outside my window was filtering through my closed eyelids, and i was surprised to see that little red disks were swarming through my field of vision! Were they red blood cells going through my retinas? I couldn't figure it out. I look at red blood cells every day in my laboratory job (under the microscope), and it looked just like what I see there.
RED BLOOD CELLS - 2004 - 120x120cm acryl on canvas Â© Irene Johnsen
I got a sense for a brief moment of what it's like to contact the spirit of someone who has died, in the context of a dream. I think I got a picture in my mind's eye of an old woman who had died, and her spirit was approaching me. I woke up completely and opened my eyes.