This dream has been viewed 9763 times.I'm on a hike out in the wilderness by myself (dream was vague here, and now is mostly forgotten). Someone is threatening me ... a gay man who has psychiatric problems. He's trying to force me to like him.
I politely decline.
This infuriates him and he stabs me or something. When I come to, my old dog, W__, is there trying to get me to wake up. I get up and follow him, kind of crawling along. Another springer spaniel comes along -- chocolate and white (W___ was black and white). This dog seems to be close friends with W___.
We all swim through a crystal clear pool surrounded by large boulders. I fade out again. As I do so, W___ is licking my face, trying to get me to stay conscious.
When I come to, it's some time later and I'm at a party at someone's house. I seem to be taken care of by new friends who haven't been able to find out my identity and family, but they have taken me in and watched over me while I've been unconscious. They are glad I'm finally awake and are encouraging me. Little by little, I am becoming more and more with it.
But I begin to notice that they're not really giving me the opportunity to talk -- for my speech is slow and labored, and it takes some time -- and they are, after all, in the midst of a joyful party. And they are used to me being unconscious, not awake!
Finally I interrupt quite loudly and say something kind of trivial. They have to let me finish, and I notice that my doing this has left an impression on them ... they have not been giving me the opportunity to improve by letting me to try and "hold my own" in a conversation, and now they understand that.
Then, something truly amazing happens. My arms and hands begin moving about in graceful gestures that seem completely natural to me and I intentionally float up into the air in the middle of the room. I've gone into a trance. Everyone in the room gathers into a circle around me.
I see my shadow cast against the floor and the wall from the lamp on the other side of the room. There are wispy tentacles coming out of me, that are waving gracefully around, too! All these appendages of mine seem to be in some kind of tai-chi-like dance.
(this digital painting that I did a long time ago is quite close to how the motions of these "tentacles" felt) --
An illustration by al
I turn my hands over and hold them up towards the ceiling in kind of a gesture of supplication. To me, the meaning of doing that is clear ... I'm calling on a higher power. Seeming to suddenly understand, and taking my cue, a man about my age in the room turns his hands palms up, too, and makes a motion towards the ceiling. He does so with emphasis, as if to encourage this particular thing that I'm doing and for the rest of the people to understand it as well.
I wake up and feel amazed at what a wonderful dream it was. And it's only 3:20 in the morning.
In a new dream, there's confusion over sleeping arrangements at a friend's house. I sleep on a mattress on the floor that's at the foot of his bed. I fall asleep, but accidentally pull his covers off and down onto my mattress.
I wake up and see all the covers and wonder if he's mad at me. I get up and go look over at the top of his bed. But there are two babies there, one a little bit older than the other. The little one looks almost newborn and her name is Abbie.
An old man with a wise look comes up and talks to me. I think he says the name, "Eckert." He tells me something wise that I need to do with my life (but I forgot it the second I woke up!). He finishes his spiel by reaching forward and scratching away at the plaque that's on one of my front teeth.
"Should I cut back on coffee to avoid getting that?" I ask him.
"Should I wake up now so that I'll remember what you told me, or should I talk to more people?"
He shrugs as if it doesn't matter.
"OK, I'll talk to one more person." But as I go about the room I notice that the dream is deteriorating. I hold my hand up in front of me, and I can't even see it. I do it again, and this time it's a computer rendered hand that looks as if it's made of plastic.
I try to stabilize the dream by picturing a row of chairs. But they morph the second I make them appear, from upholstered, carved wood ones into the cheap, folding kind.
I finally have a long conversation with someone else about spiritual things. I purposely wake up by shaking my head back and forth, for I want to remember the things I was just told.
Instantly, I forgot the second conversation AND the person I was talking to, as well as most of the first conversation with the wise man. How does that work?!