I've been reading this forum for awhile, anything I could do without a username and password I did, but this is my first time posting. I've seen a lot of good interpretations here and I'll explain my current situation and the dreams I've been having.

I'm a 19-year-old poet and short-fiction author, I'm also a multi-musician and live at home with my mother. I recently got kicked out of school because of grades that weren't up to par with my university's standards. I'm very laid back and some would say whimsical in my attitude towards "important" things.

I'm very interested in philosophy, dream interpretation, and the paranormal. Anything regarding near-death experiences, UFO's, mythical beasts, and mythology in general I eat up as fast as I can. I'm by no means a Jungian, but I consider his theories to be fascinating and the dreams which he talked about to be interested. I don't want to say I find parallels between my dreams and his, just that there are certain similarities that I think could mean something.

With that out of the way, it might provide a little context to my dreams.

In particular, I'd like this dream, or "vision" I had last night to be interpretted by some one else, it's very early in the morning and I haven't yet had the peace of mind to sit and think about it myself, so before I do and get my own interpretation, I'd like to know what some one else thinks. I think this multi-faceted view of my dream might give me some sort of insight or starting point of where to go.

Anyway, here goes, sorry for the lengthy introduction:

At first I find my self sitting at the top of a hill, I hear sitar and other native instruments playing as well as birds making their usual tweet-tweet throat cries. They seem to calm themselves and quiet down a bit when the sound of drums starts. The drums, as far as I can tell, sound like darbukas or some similar native drums, I pick up on the lack of cymbals and this is what causes me to become aware in the dream. (The oddest things make me become aware that I am dreaming) I did not hold on to this thought and quickly forgot that I was in a dream, but things progressed with my fully conscious of my surroundings in this dream-world. I saw hills with stone fences rolling forward, and I was at the top of the biggest hill, which I thought at this time must be an impressive mound which was reserved for special guests. I was happy and at peace with my surroundings and started moving slowly to the music. It was about this time that I noticed I couldn't feel the hill beneath me and began to panic a little bit.

I tried to open my mouth, but no words could escape my throat, and instead a bird flew in to my mouth. This is a type of bird I've seen in a lot of my dreams, a white bird with a long black tail (These birds seem to tie together my dreams that might be very important). At the time of the bird's head hitting my mouth, my vision switched to that of the view of the bird.

I saw the bird flying in to utterblackness, and after being here for a few seconds I was moved in to a magnificent room. The dimly lit room was unrecognizable as magnificent until I was standing up and felt as though a human again, a small hole in the ceiling acted as the only source of light and when I stood up from my bird-form, I rubbed my eyes. After getting lost for a few moments in a keleidoscope of geometric patterns, I opened my eyes again to a wonderfully decorated black onyx and gold decorated room. The floor was plain stone, but very warm instead of being cold like most stone floors, the walls were stones and where mortar was between them, it had been plated (or painted) with gold. I marvelled at this for a few moments then turned around to take more of the room in.

There in the middle of the room sitting on the floor was a grand throne with some sort of being sitting in it. I thought at first that this being might be a giant Buddha (once again, I'm interested in Eastern religion intensely), but it was not. It was some sort of figure who was huge, it was at this time that I felt I might still be a bird because of the size of this being. The creature seemed to be of a black shiny material, like the black onyx I mentioned earlier. HOwever, it had a life flowing through it. it said nothing and just smiled at me, I wasn't afraid, although I recognized that I should've been given the sheer size of this behemoth who was smiling at me with gold lips and staring at me with eyes blacker than black, as if holes in the universe. The lips moved from a closed mouth smile to an open, and when they slightly parted the mouth was another hole in to something I can not explain. The black was so vivid, so dark, so darker than dark that I felt the very core of the giant man was nothingness itself. I saw the amazing thing lurch forward and grab my whole body, I still was unafraid as the hold was gentle but all-engrossing. His hands, too, were made of some sort of gold . My head, poking out of the hand, was being brought closer to this huge being's face, and upon reaching his slightly opened smiling mouth, I tried to peer in to the blackness that so consumed his insides. I knew I was about to be eaten, but I still did not fear.

Then I woke up.

Any ideas?