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Coolest Dream Ever - "Unlimited Will" (sorta)

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posted on Jun, 1 2004 @ 08:18 AM
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Sometimes I know I'm dreaming, sometimes I don't.

In this case (last night), I did not. And I remained highly analytical of what was happening throughout....realizing this was the most amazing thing that ever happened to me (or so I thought).

The details are more compelling from the perspective I had at the time that it was real. So imagine that as you read...

It started rather uneventfully with a little discovery. I found a large canvas I had used for painting in college. It was special (I suppose) because it was the only one I had, so I painted on it, over and over, layer after layer, scene after scene. It's been lost or tossed for years now.

But there it was, hanging on a wall in a little non-descript shop. I was overjoyed. But the remaining scene was a bit foreign to my memory. Some over-sized cubist rendention of trees. At least that's what it was up close. A couple blocked out trees. Further back though you could see the whole forest. Damn, this thing had perspective. I was ever this good?

Playing then a bit with the perspective I moved in and out, alternating the view from forest to trees...admiring the depth. I did this a few times when suddenly the range broadened, I could go deeper than than the trees. I think I was flying actually. Suddenly seeing inside the painting.

I zoomed in on the layer of paint below the trees. Another scene I recalled painting years ago. Two people kissing. Not the best work I've ever seen, but the amazing thing was the ability to see layers in layers. Moving in I saw more, going deeper and deeper. Even past the all black layers I'd sometimes paint in a rage starting over.

Until I popped out the other side. I had travelled countless layers actually into the painting. But it wasn't a painting at all. It was like being in an overstuffed antique shop (something I love). And the pieces were amazing. Items I'd seen or owned years ago (I now own nothing in my minimalist existence). Classic Cola dispensers, gitchy bric-a-brac... not exactly mind blowing, but it was amazing to me. These things were in my painting! And I could travel back and forth!

First thought...I've got to take this stuff out of here. Take it back with me. Then I noticed a unique wind chime some ways off down a corridor of antiques. It beckoned me, and on coming upon it I realized it was one an ex of mine from college had made me. That fact she never made any wind chimes didn't register. It was still one she made. Very Indian and dreamcatcherish. I noticed more....hundreds actually. It was like I thought of windchimes and they appeared in my own little antique shop in my own little painting.

Keep in mind none of this was disconnected. I was aware of how I got there and where I was and what it meant. I could have anything I wanted by thinking of it! Or could I?

I wanted to see the wind chime I had made her next (which I never actually did), and poof it appeared around the corner. Big smile. I wonder if I could make people appear? And as I looked to my left I realized there were dozens of people sitting in a small coffee shop off my antique store...all looking at me. Okay, now I was scared. Realizing I had just made people and they were watching me I froze, and kind of yelped a little "yea" as if to say "Yippee, I made people, please don't kill me." But they were amazingly compliant. They said "yea" back. Because I wanted them to.

"So I can have you guys do anything?"

A particularly unattractive women sipping coffee in a booth replied "Anything... We're just happy you're here. We don't exist unless you're here."

I should explain why the people were a bit scary, as each was a bit "off" in their own way. One eyebrow, overweight, a mouth that wouldn't quite close. Initially I wondered if I could make attractive people, but on her reply I felt a sense of duty to these people.

But I still had the sense I could see anywhere, any thing, any point in time. I was overjoyed and overwhelmed.

For some reason I said "Show me Shadowbrook" which was my first college apartment, though I was actually thinking of "Dove Circle" which was my second...but they understood my intent and started moving the diner booths off into the darkness and pulling out my old furniture from Dove Circle. It was like watching a drama troop in action. They didn't become the people from my past, but slipped on bad wardrobes and acted out a scene I hadn't even thought of in 15 years as overacted charicatures of people I once knew. Reducing people to traits as it were.

Before they even started the "scene" (which I believe was going to be my roomates playing Axis & Allies) I was already thinking of what more exciting things I could do. I had hours, days, weeks of time travel and experiences to try in mind, but remembered an obligation back outside the painting. I started worrying how much time passed outside the painting while time passed inside it.

"Can we do this later? I have something to do."

The unattractive lady frowned "I think you need this now. You're wondering how much time you'll lose? You'll lose it all if you leave and can never get back."

"I can get back...through the painting."

She looked really sad and quite disappointed as I left, immediately waking up and realizing what I'd done...

I never will get back.


I guess if I had to analyze it, it's classic fear of death and aging, loss of youth, and a bit of a desire to change the past. Also, some guilt over how we see people in our head versus how they really are.

[Edited on 1-6-2004 by RANT]




posted on Jun, 2 2004 @ 04:33 AM
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That sounds like a great dream. I wish i was good at analyizing them, sorry I cant help you with that part. But i did dream lastnight about eating burritos and my teeth kept falling out!


-Gala



posted on Jun, 2 2004 @ 04:51 AM
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Originally posted by Gala-Kemen
But i did dream lastnight about eating burritos and my teeth kept falling out!


I think that's a fairly common stress dream. The teeth falling out, not the burritos.


I have those, and the ones where you suddenly remember a class you forgot to drop and the exam is today, and alot where I find a fish tank I forgot to feed for years. All stress dreams.



posted on Jun, 2 2004 @ 09:47 AM
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Yeah that sounds about right, I've been stressin for the last few days. My bird is very sick and it's things aren't looking up for him. Thank you for the interpretation.




posted on Jun, 2 2004 @ 10:20 AM
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Sorry to hear about your bird. Pets make terrible patients.

My cat has been dying for about 7 years.
Kind of funny if you know her. SHE WON'T DIE!

Had a dream last night though she was being eaten by a flesh eating virus and one whole side was all ribs.

Very scary. Good luck with ya bird. Don't stress!



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