I had this lucid type dream two days ago, that I struggled to get written down whenever I had a chance, and it makes for a strange and funny story! It
is long, and I have it in three parts. I have no idea if anyone else would even enjoy reading it..... those who like trying to de-code dreams
might..... I have had a friend tell me it struck cords within themself too.
So....I'm just throwing it out there.
It’s midday, but dark out, I have the lamps on in the livingroom. It is raining and the wind is howling, making the shutters bang, making the doors
shake in their frames at times......the climbing roses which cover the front of our house are swaying in front of the window and colored leaves fly in
I am alone, and have the day to rest.
I am a bit tired, but most of all, I am achy all over. I have had bad back pain, joint pain, fatigue, and am not sleeping well.
I decided to do a little self hypnosis session, to have an inner « check up » with myself and see if I can decipher what is going on with my body,
and my mind- because my mind doesn’t feel at peace either.
I often do this using imagery, with various images I use depending upon my goal. One of the images I have is a house, or rather a very big mansion,
which came up once and I adjusted it to my own tastes. I am very aware that in dreams, for the subconscious, houses symbolize the self, the mind. So
when I explore things in the house, I am exploring my own mind.
I did my usual relaxation techniques, and once in a state in which my mind is active, but my body is essentially asleep (hard to describe this, I
might even have sleep paralysis at that point), I suddenly had the idea to let the house appear not as I have purposely imagined it, but leave it to
show up however it will. I wondered if that would leave the forms and meanings of symbols more « authentic » or more telling of my psychological
nature then the one I have purposely created (a wonder of mixed materials, redwood and glass, a modern architechural style). I kept reminding myself,
« Let it be as it IS ».
What followed was a really fascinating, educational, and at times, funny trip ! Like Alice in Wonderland..... a lucid dream like experience in which
characters showed up and interacted with me, and things were shown and explained to me.
First the house rose before me. Instead of the redwood with huge glass windows, I see an older looking mansion in white stone- something of a castle.
It has turrets on either side, and I notice that the turret on the left is taller than the one on the right.
« What the heck ? « I think, « It’s not even symetric ! » I don’t like that. I want symetry. Pfft, it’s not even the right side. It is my
RIGHT foot that is bigger than my left ! (where did that come from ?)
It’s true, my right foot is almost a full size larger than my left. It makes buying shoes a hassel. But then I turn with my back to the house, as if
I am the house looking outward (and I AM the house, I remember.....) . Yeah. It’s the right side.
I kind of keep wondering what that means (what are the sides again ? One is masculine, one is feminine, one is more powerful in me than the other ? I
don’t remember....) but let it slip away as I observe the front porch. There are stone stairs coming up from two sides, with a large patio spanning
the whole front of the building. But there is nothing here- no plants, no porch furniture or decoratives. I find myself grimacing at the starkness and
immediately start to project some big pots and lush plants in various parts of it.....then remind myself, « Let it be as it IS »..... we’re on a
mission of seeing truth, not dressing it up here !
The plants immediately fade. I sigh. This is what you show the world- a rather simple, empty and void outer appearence.
I look at the doors, for there are double doors, with these verticle thin long panes of glass in them, and in the shape of an arch. Above the doors is
a large round window of stained glass, with what looks like a mandala. Ah, nice touch ! I think, and try to see what the colors and shapes in the
mandala are (for I am on a quest for truth).
I see specific colors, and in some areas I see forms. I focus on the forms, which seem to be flowers..... I see white Lily’s, okay, I like
that.....in the middle I see a large Sunflower. No ! A sunflower ??? How simplistic and rustic and plain ! It should be something more exotic, or at
least classic....I start to see a stylized rose appear, a lotus, and then remember « Let it be as it IS »..... and they fade. The sunflower is the
corresponding flower here- it is more me. I let go and acknowledge that. I might be a lot less complicated and « exotic » then I’d like to be. I
almost feel relieved at that.
Inside, a large entry room, as one only sees in palaces and mansions. It has a staircase in front of me, and the carvings on the bannisters are very
Art Nouveau, with rounded swirls and animals. I look around and know where the rooms are, but decide to investigate. To my left is a big doorway,
which opens into a huge winter garden. I recognize the room ! This is modeled after a room in the mansion of the Lumière brothers in Lyon. The
Lumières invented cinema, or moving pictures, in the 19th century. This room is absolutely lovely, filled with light (ironically, Lumière means
Light in french ! Their name is appropriate for what they created). The stained glass in the ceiling has a magnificent design of a peacock with tail
In this vision, however, there are plants and trees all over it. In the middle is a small pool, lined with dark volcanic-like rock. I know already
that this is where I come to imagine relaxing and healing treatments. This room, I have seen many times. So I keep moving, to see what else I can
discover that is not so familiar and might bring me revelations about myself.
So I head to a doorway which enters a huge room with large windows which look out to the back gardens- rolling green lawns and a forest at the edges.
This room is a high ceilinged library, with a huge fireplace opposite the windows, and comfy chairs in between them. The walls are covered with books
up to the ceiling.
« This is where I store information ! » I said.
« Yes. » a voice said, surprising me. I turned quickly to see I was not alone ! There was a man there. He was wearing one of those old fashioned
silk robes, had his hair slicked back, was maybe mid forties or early fifties. He was smiling warmly at me.
« This is where you analyze and contemplate, weigh and examine. » he explained.
We sat down, I asked who he is. He explained-
« I am you of course, or a part of you. I am your reason, your logic. »
« So you can maybe help me figure out what is wrong with me ? Why I am feeling strange, and hurting ? »
He continued to smile in a very comforting way, « Yes..... but not entirely. The truth is not always logical or reasonable. I am only a part of who
you are. I can miss important parts of the puzzle. It is sometimes more reasonable to come here after visiting the other parts. The real decisions are
made here, about what to do, once « what is » has been established. »
« Then what else is here to visit ? »
« You have the next room on this floor, and then upstairs.... »
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