I love dreaming while I sleep and remembering them is a wonderful gift. Also, I love science fiction and fantasy my whole life. These two interests have been going on for a long, long time for me.
Since it's my birthday, I thought you might like to read something from my distant past. Here is a dream I had when I was only a little girl:
When I was almost five I had a very prolonged fever that made my parents very worried. As I was lying there half sleeping and half out of it, I had a fever dream. My parents thought the dream was "imaginative."
In the dream there were two discorporated beings who escorted me - (I understood even then knew when I was dreaming and not and figured they were dream-ghosts.) These ghosts told me they could take me to view the Seven Wonders in another galaxy, beyond compare of the Seven Wonders of earth, (which I had heard of.) So we flew off together.
waldo tunnel As I went with them, I flew up out of my room, viewing it from the top, my neighborhood, my town, my continent, my world, my solar system. When we got so I could see the earth and before we got to Jupiter, we winked out together. Instantaneously we appeared at their galaxy, where the process repeated in reverse. Remember that in those days, (1959/60 - I don't remember the exact date of the dream) there were no computer graphics depicting such a thing. So these views in the dream were quite spectacular and very memorable.
The strangest thing that I remembered when we arrived on their world was now how they looked. They appeared to be a cross between a praying mantis, grasshopper & beetle, though not identical in structure - meaning there may have been different insect "races."
When I looked down at myself, I looked to me the way I always appeared. This changed when one of them wanted to communicate or view me. To do this, they rubbed a part of their rather insect-looking anatomy together to "beam" a shaping light at me. Later I thought of it as a sonar beam that is sent out to bounce off and is sent back to the sender, (though I did not know what sonar was at that young age.)
The unexpected phenomena is that the beam was a "projection" - the sender shaped what they saw. I could look at myself bathed by the beam, look at myself and see them imagining that I was an insect similar to them. Different people projected different views on me. In fact, one of their artistic mediums was an event where one of them would manipulate the views that many people "beamed" at the same person on a stage.
I was entertained as if I was an ambassador from earth. They showed me their architecture, their churches, their dance, painting & music - which would probably make this post REALLY long if I described in the detail how I still remember. Of course each was truly a wonder because I had never imagined any of it before, and visiting them all only took a small amount of time because everyone, including myself, could fly.
They also were looking for an ambassador from their world to send to earth. They told me that they wanted their ambassador to have a body on earth, or at least that's how I understood it at the time. They asked me if it was all right to use me for that. I remember that I said that was OK, but when I woke up from the dream....I didn't feel any different.
Cool dream, huh? The only difference I notice now is I do seem to prefer a 26 hour sleeping cycle. ;o)
Sunday, January 02, 2005
I notice that it is when I'm "purposeless" that I often have the most creative intuitive flashes. It's when nothing counts that can often solve the purposeful problems I'm having to deal with at other times of my life, be they current concerns or ways of regarding my past experiences. So I've learned that intentionally making time to "suspend time" as a quite useful and enjoyable experience, aside from the value of doing it in the moment. A time when time is suspended, a timeless time.
I don't quite understand the inability of some people to "do nothing" for an extended period of time or an hour. In fact, I deliberately make about six months of the year to be my time for "doing as little as possible." Obviously, I'm really skilled at "doing nothing." Perhaps I should teach it as an art form; I'm sure other people have already written books about it extensively.
I imagine that people used to spend quite a lot more "timeless time" and that now everyone in my culture is going towards some important purpose ever faster.
Sometimes when I'm in a pessimistic mood I think that my culture's collective purpose of humanity expressed as "Manifest Destiny" is sort of like a rather large human pestilence on the earth. Gaia has to shake off humans from time to time in the form of some polar shift or eventual nuclear destruction.
Posted by Franis Engel at 1/02/2005