December 2, 2011
...I am in a hallway of a Victorian
building. The hallway is narrow with doors lining it like in a hotel. I have
the impression that I am dreaming and want to get outside to fly. I come to a corridor with turret-like rooms with windows. I realize the windows are actually mirrors
and not a way out. I know there is a way out for me. I then see a round hole on the floor and for some reason dive toward it. I am flying down a tunnel at a very quick rate of speed. I
don't know where this will take me but feel that this is a Shamanic experience,
one that needs to be undertaken. I fly out into another dimension–another
world linked to the waking world. As I fly, it's as if I am swimming through
the air with my arms. The sky is a twilight
purple as I fly over a group of other
beings... other students. I then bank to the left and fly through an orchard with trees that contain some
sort of glowing fruit. Somewhere, nearby, there is a Buddha and I can sense it transmitting a teaching to me. I can see the Buddha in my mind sitting in meditation posture. He tells
me I don't have to use my arms to fly. I relax my arms and I continue to fly
over the orchard effortlessly. The Buddha answers my question before I ask.
“You are in the premanifest. It's the place where dreams take form before they
manifest in the waking world.”
I then recall a dream from earlier where I
am on a boat traveling down a river, similar to the Hudson River in New York and the Columbia River.
A fire department boat is spraying water like a fountain into the air. As we
cruise by, I see a shaman, painted in blue, walking on the water. As we get near
the shore another blue shaman is yelling obscenities at me. I realize this is his
teaching and I am not offended by it. Apparently that is the point–to not be
offended or touched by words.
I am filled with an intense sense of
excitement and joy to be here. I land inside of a school where other students
are. I see Stephanie and she seems to be as awestruck as I am. “Can you believe
this?” she says.
“It is incredible! We have to remember
this when we wake up!” I say.
“Definitely!” She responds.
“Remember not to forget this. We have
to remember this when we wake up!”
Just then we see Derek from work who
also seems to be a mix of my friend Nick from high school. He is carrying some antiquated measuring and
calculation devices including some scrolls. He also has a transparent globe that
symbolizes, in a model form, the connection between this place and the waking
world. I am trying to remember what this place is called and I know the name
but it eludes me (later when I woke up, the name came to me, the Kunzhi
Namshe). We all agree to remember the dream when we awaken.
I sense the lucidity fading and think
I have woken up in the waking world. I see Stephanie and Derek. I ask them if
they remember the experience of being in the dream domain. They both said they
remembered, but Derek said some of it wasn't quite clear now....
I then wake up and realize the
previous exchange was a false awakening. Yet, I am filled with a pleasant sense of residual joy and awe from being lucid in the dream...