Okay, in the name of getting this thread back on track (not that I minded the diversion!), and because it’s time for me to give up a bit, let me share a couple of LD’s from both ends of the awareness spectrum that I believe have a transcendental element. Keep in mind that I can only believe they do; I can’t prove it, even to myself, and the parts that really matter fall into the “you had to be there” category, so I cannot describe them with any kind of accuracy.
First, I was in a low-level LD where I was sitting in a room with two male strangers, all of us in green wingback chairs, having an intense conversation about a subject I no longer remember, mostly because it meant nothing to me at the time. Just as I was beginning to have the feeling that I was in someone else’s dream, a large blue door appeared in the white wall behind us. It was worn with great age, heavy, and had no knob or hinges. We were all surprised, and quickly silenced, by its presence. Then the door opened, slowly.
At first there was absolutely nothing behind the door, but then it became backlit in a sort of orange (I thought the sun might be rising, though there was no landscape). We all rose from our chairs and approached the door. As we peered over its threshold, everything began to change. The light shifted hues to a brilliant light blue, like a dwarf star might make, and the atmosphere on the other side of the door seemed to be active with energy. Then that moment that can’t be described happened, and all I can say is that it was mostly visual -- I felt like I was being introduced to a place or being that was simply too overwhelming for me to absorb, and, as I simultaneously tried to understand and wondered if I should understand, the door slowly closed, the light fading back to black before it thudded home and disappeared. As the three of us stared at each other in disbelief my lucidity increased (what a shock) and the two strangers faded with the room around me. I stood for a moment in a quiet pastoral setting, trying to grasp what just happened, before nature took over and I awoke.
Now for the other end of the spectrum: I was in a state of full-on lucidity. I had already dismissed (and forgotten) whatever dream I was in, and my DC body was long gone. So there I was, as planned, floating in my favorite featureless gray mist, relaxing, gathering my awareness and -- again as planned -- setting aside as best I could all expectation and memory. While I did so, I also waited.
In time, maybe ten minutes, I can’t be sure, things started to change, and those things had nothing to do with my actions or thoughts (as far as I know), as they normally must have in this situation. Of course I can’t properly describe what came next, but I’ll at least do a bad job: My essence, which at the time was the entire dreamscape, was suddenly engulfed, overwhelmed, by a new essence that was both familiar, as if it was as much a part of me as the gray mist (now gone, replaced by a limbo-like white blankness; not bright, just bereft of any color or texture), as it was completely alien. I was intrigued, and struggled to fend off those inevitable instinctive expectations that might form this into some stereotypical religious “vision.” In a moment the presence gelled, energy-wise: I was engulfed -- here we go -- in a thick sea composed not of water but of some strange new energy, an energy that throbbed with power but could not threaten me, or be truly used by me, because it was not really there. But it was. And that wasn’t even the most amazing, or (upon waking) intriguing, part. No, most fascinating was the alien emotion expressed by the energy! Yes, “emotion” was the only word I could attach to it, and that was after waking, and I really can’t describe it, save that it was an emotion I had never imagined could exist. No, it wasn’t bliss (which I’m okay with), but something closer to joy mixed with a rush you might get while doing something physically dangerous like cliff-climbing or jumping a motorcycle. Sorry -- that’s all I got.
I held onto all this for as long as I could, but it took great effort and eventually (probably in just a few minutes) it all faded and I was left not in the gray mist but in space amid a sea of stars. Energized, I went through a series of false-awakenings and actual awakenings, each ending with a failed attempt to get back to that place and that feeling. Finally I woke up for real, thoroughly exhausted yet oddly energized.
I know, I know, lousy descriptions, but if I tried to make it clearer I fear I would add things to the moments that were never there. That is the nature of transcendental dreams, I think -- which is why these two might qualify.
So. Any thoughts? Any others with similar (or completely different, but just as qualifying) experiences? Please shout out if so!
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