Kali and the Great Glass Elevator
Crazy, powerful lucid dream; at least for someone who is into the symbolism, like I am. I'm curious what others think.
I am in an office building, walking down a solid white hall, thinking that I was just dreaming but wasn't lucid, when I realize that I am in a lucid dream. I try to fly, but only get a few inches off the floor.
I then decide to find an elevator, go to the 60th floor, and either jump off the building or fly through the roof. The panels of brightly colored buttons (chakras?) in the elevator are each covered by a translucent plastic curtain hung on a runner. I open the left one, but find the elevator only goes up to the 10th or 20th floor (can't remember which). I get a little angry about the dream "not obeying" and yell something about going to the 60th floor. I then pull back the curtain on the right, but still no dice. There is no button for the 60th floor. I then decide to fly through the roof in the elevator.
This works, and I see a panorama of a city below. I start flying out over water, and then over a wide bay. There is a beautiful area of the city between the two. I think I will jump out into the bay, though I fear there might be some deadly animals / sea creatures within.
However, the elevator lands near a bar on the waterfront. I get out. It is a nice kind of bar-restaurant with a Polynesian theme (bamboo walls and thatched roof). Somehow, I acquire two male companions (saliors?) as I walk, and these guys follow me to the waterfront behind the restaurant.
I look at the water, but it changes into a brown, almost excrement-like mud.
Here things get weird. I decide to summon a bronze statue of Kali (like the one in the movie "The 7th Voyage of Sinbad" Goddess Kali's dancing for the wicked magician - YouTube ) out of the mud/excrement. I use the line Tom Baker used from the movie: "Mighty Kali, mightier than thou am I. Arise, and make obeisance to me." It does not immediately work, so I keep yelling, "Arise Kali! Arise!", louder and louder.
Eventually, six statues of Hindu goddesses, made of bronze and armed with swords, thoughhaving only two arms each, climb out of the mud and up the wharf, and follow me back into the restaurant.
We walk past a table, I and my six goddesses of death and destruction in tow. There are several patrons at the table. They seem somewhat shocked to see all of this. Dream ends.
Now, this may not seem scary to many of you, but it is to a former Catholic who also knows a tiny bit about Hindu/Tantric symbolism. Note that I did my first ever (very brief) meditation wholly on the root chakra the day before.
Curious what others think of this.
