On this particular night, Igor hosted a secret target location he created in the dream space before calling us to it.
I now am ready to go and find where the others are at, and Igor’s possible location. I try and touch my body, and put my ‘hands’ on the banister, bookshelf… they glide straight through. Then it occurs to me…this does not matter. So I go back into my bedroom and take off through my usual ‘portal’ of my window… I sit on the edge now… I have a moment of worry as my clarity of thinking is so utterly rational… I imagine another nose plug before taking off… but just after I call… Igor! Sean! Maria! I have no voice. No matter. But I question why I do this, call people automatically. It has almost become habit, I think. And then I realize so much has become habit. Leaving through my window in this way. Why did I not go through my ‘front door’ and expect to be in Igor’s destination? I think to myself. I then call out to the dream. Dream! I feel somehow it’s what I need to do. My voice is a little stronger now. I have an idea as I start to fly through the night sky. I begin to feel more physical now. I will summon a dream taxi to take me to find the guys. I have done this before in another dream and it was quite good, I think. Taxi!! I call, loudly now.
Deep dreams the first half of the night, too deep to remember for more than a few seconds after waking, but they all made sense. The second half of the night begins with a bird’s eye view of a city street at night, seemingly empty except for three small cars, two parked together on the left side of the street in a small, empty lot, the third one sitting alone on the right side of the street. My awareness then shifts to sitting on the passenger seat of one of the cars on the left. A man with golden hair, all I know about him for the moment, is lounging in the driver’s seat. I “download” the information that he is a famous person, and yet he is willingly serving as a taxi driver, and will give anyone who desires it a free ride. He won’t charge them, and the journey involves communicating with him, and it’s a given that whoever is aware of this mysterious service is more than willing to be open with him, and to ask him all they can. I feel like I’ve been sitting in here with him for some time, but I’m still finding it a little hard to wrap my brain around the fact that he really wants to do this. Obviously, he does, or he wouldn’t be here. A woman leans into the car through his open window, and perches there as she greets him, smiling, animated. She recognizes him as a famous celebrity, a beautiful man, and for an instant – as he leans forward in the dark vehicle as if reaching for something below the steering wheel – I see his profile, with a sharp, distinctive nose. Yes, I suppose he is very attractive. For a moment, a man also leans through my window, but all his attention is on the driver.
I’m in a small town with a wide pedestrianized street with shops and pubs and usual stuff in rows each side. I am in a café – a bit like an American style diner, light and airy with fresh modern fittings and tables yet combined with an older more traditional ‘feel’ to it. The counter is to my right and there are tables to my left and in front of the counter going right out towards big wide windows which look out onto the street. The diner is busy. I am by patio doors which lead behind me onto a lovely beach which I visited regularly and met people there throughout. The first person I met on the beach was who I recognised as a (not mine, particularly) dream guide. He was sooo beautiful! What a wonderful young man with deep green eyes and blondish mousy hair flopped over to one side with a reddish tinge. He was so sweet and wise. I remarked to him that he was a dream guide and he smiled, almost flattered, but in agreement. He said some wise things to me… (obviously I cannot remember them..grrr) I held him in a long hugging embrace for sometime before leaving the beach to go back into the diner. I felt so blessed by him…
Curiously, we stay parked in the taxi, and I realize this is what it’s all about—communing like this, talking, sharing, and that we’re already where we’re going. I sit there patiently, peacefully, as the woman keeps talking to my silent but attentively listening driver. I raise my right hand idly before me, and study the large rectangular ring I’m wearing made of a pale, slightly luminous, softly opaque milky stone. It’s striking, surrounded by darkness. The woman is still talking, and I vaguely wish my companion wasn’t so patient… A timeless while later, I find myself holding, and gazing into, a large transparent pyramid-shaped, triangular, object. The interior is filled with an unidentifiable liquid in which float really small, shiny angular reddish orange stones, and other natural objects, with silvery sandy particles that glimmer in the flowing, roiling darkness. It’s like I’m holding the essence of a beach. I turn the object slowly in my hands, totally engrossed in it. I think—It’s a good thing I have such interesting things to help keep me entertained because the other woman is still talking! But this object is so strangely marvelous, I interrupt my companion’s attentiveness to her by urging him to, “Look at this!”
The first part of the night was full of ‘deep’ dreams, these dreams are often more abstract in nature and feel very deep, and so are often difficult to retrieve.
Next, as I am falling asleep, I tune into something, it is one of us – I think it is Maria, she is telling Igor that she felt his location was a beach. A beach?
I fall asleep completely… I am in a large house, an old people’s home? A mental institute? Perhaps just a hotel? It is dark, perhaps because it is dusk. I am with someone, a woman. We walk out of this place, and find ourselves on a beach. It IS dusk, and in my mind, I am mapping everything out for some reason. I know this place is important so I need to remember it, but only part of me. Something happened in this place we are in, my companion explains to me – a woman was terrorized by a lizard, a dragon type creature, but it was invisible. People thought she was mad, but it is clear that this thing exists, though I am unsure if it is really evil, if it really was attacking her. Possibly it was only trying to communicate. We walk further along the beach, leaving this place in the background. A red/gray sky sets the scene. As I begin to wake, I am jolted by the thought that this was the beach – was this the location? It was important.
Later in the night… I’m suddenly sitting on one of the two white beds in the hospital-room-like space, being interrogated by a nightmare “man” who is supposedly losing his temper and control because of my unreasonable, unbalanced behavior. He looms over me, and I can’t get a word in to defend myself. For an instant, I feel dreadfully weak, and I think—I could never have imagined the devil could take a form like this… His face is a lifeless white plastic around his huge mouth full of big teeth. He looks like a demonic Pixar cartoon, and looking at him makes me feel as uncomfortable, debilitated, and on edge, like listening to nails scraping down a chalkboard… This “person” is accusing me of behaving like a three-year-old, and furiously demanding that I admit there is a history of mental illness in my family, that my dad was hospitalized once for a few days, he has the records to prove it. For a sick instant, I seem to recall this, but at once I remember that’s not true, that my father was never mentally ill, and there are no such records. He is very hostile, aggressive, yelling so it’s hard for me to think as he insists it’s all my fault things aren’t working out, that he was willing to work with me, but that I’m making it impossible by acting crazy. I stand up, fully recovering myself as I demand, “Are you threatening me with non-inclusion in some project I have no desire whatsoever to take part in? Out with you! Toodalloo!” I wave my fingers at him contemptuously, and wake.
…I am walking out of the diner with a man who I recognize but I am not sure where from. He is stocky with balding red hair. He has a nice face, blue eyes. I wonder if perhaps I will meet him in waking life, I feel such a familiar connection with him. He knows we are dreaming together and is walking out with me to aid me in my search for Igor Sean and Maria as he thinks he knows what to do. As I leave the diner it suddenly feels like a hotel. There is a mini-bar in the reception area with half full upside down glasses of beer from the beer taps. I suddenly feel playful and crave a beer. I want to have a dream beer. There will be a pub on the street somewhere. But the rational part of my mind is telling me to stay focused on my intent to find Maria, Sean and Igor. As we walk together he puts his arm around me. He is warm and friendly…but…I can feel he is taking me off the track. I look at his neck and it is thick set…are those scales? I think to myself…I then have an idea he might be Reptilian, and he does not want me to connect with these people in dream space. I wake (thinking I knew it! Distraction!)
In some classroom, my friends and I (I get a distinct feeling of Sean) have been handed a white piece of paper, a test of some kind, we can answer with only one word. I can’t believe it. “One word?!” I demand? “How can I possibly describe all my dreams of the night with just one word?!” But the invisible instructor is immune to my incredulous complaints, and I realize I have no choice but to pick just one word. I wake.
The location was a beach. There were hills on both sides and a beach in the middle, in a half circle shape. There was a trail heading to the beach, so it would be easier to find it.
The object that I created was a giant sphere, completely hollow from the inside. I built tunnels going from one side of the sphere to another, forming a cross shape inside. This sphere was really huge, there was a lot of work to be done. It was violet, sometimes almost a white-blue, and from time to time it flickered on the outside. But a few days ago, when I planned all this, I thought I should meet you all at the beach first, bring you there and show you this sphere. I worried you wouldn’t notice it, or be able to find it on your own. So I started calling out your names, thinking this would be enough, and then I said, “Its time to go to the beach.”
I went to the beach, and called your names again. We came to the beach and I said, “Isn’t it beautiful?” Calm water, the sunset about to begin, beautiful clouds. I looked around, and made sure there were hills on both sides, that the beach was in a half circle shape, everything is as I had planned it. I thought—I am wondering if they already noticed the sphere or not? I worried that creating this beach took too long, and that you might forget about the sphere. The beach was only an introduction, a place where you could all get a perfect view of the sphere and its beauty. At this time, there was a woman and a man there with me, only three of us. I wondered who was missing. I thought about calling everyone again, and I did. Then I said, “Follow me” and flew to the sphere. It was huge, so it took some time flying there. It was floating above the water, morphing colors – violet to white-blue. They were amazing, and I thought—I like it even more than the sunset.
When we reached the sphere, I was lost and forgot where the entrance was. The last time I had entered from the side, but this time I thought the entrance was on top; there’s supposed to be some kind of a vortex on top that should take us inside the sphere. I appeared inside the sphere, in the middle of transparent corridors. I was standing close to the center, where these corridors crossed. At this time, I felt the presence of only one woman next to me. I was not sure who it was, as she did not speak. I felt like this was the end of the dream and I couldn’t stop myself from waking up. I thought the dream was more or less a success. I wasn’t sure if you had all made it to sphere or not, but I was sure you had all made it to the beach.
Oh, and I forgot to mention… While we were on the beach, I turned to all of you and said something like, “Describe what you saw in one word” or “Describe what you experienced in one word.” Then someone asked, “One word?” and I replied, “Go for it.” It wasn’t a test, the reason why I asked is because I realized that you weren’t sure about the location I had created. I was wondering if any of you saw it or not, so I asked you to answer with one word only.
That is word for word, Maria! You heard Igor ask the question about the dream and telling you to answer with just one word – that is incredible, and shows how far we can push this. Our communication with each other is getting better and better.
What I find fascinating is that I saw something like Igor’s sphere, containing the water and sand and rocks of a beach, as an object in my hands. It seemed to be a synthesis of both the beach scene and the sphere scene taking the form of an object. It’s almost like I was holding portion of Igor’s mind in the hands of my own dreaming mind. As the creator of the beach and the sphere, the location was under Igor’s control, in his hands, as the expression goes. The sphere was approximately the size of a human head. Igor’s head?! 🙂
I do think you knew Maria – I heard you say loud and clear as I was falling asleep, “Your place is a beach.” Perhaps the sphere was too abstract and held little emotion, and so was difficult to perceive.
I did not expect that many syncs. But it seems like we synced not only the dream parts, but also some waking reality events. That same evening, I was watching a new horror movie called Anabelle. It was about a doll and a demon who wanted their soul. I have to say, it was a pretty scary movie. In the end, they mentioned that this doll is still kept somewhere and is blessed every couple of months. It’s like the demon doll from one of Maria’s dreams:
The doll, dressed in a black jacket and skirt, has been impaled on the sharp end of a tree branch. It reminds me of a trail marker, and I feel someone wants me to notice this doll in a tree… But my friend really wants me to see the next entry, done by some young female artist. I go and stand before her work. The storyboard indicates that the Barbie used in this 3D installation was “eaten”, and to the right, I see a series of cartoon frames depicting the gruesome event – a female fiend, a horrible demon dressed all in green beneath her bright red hair, is shown devouring the woman-doll.
This experience is very exciting. We are getting closer as a group and sending information back and forth.