September 15, 2018
In last nights dream, I am in a village in a distant place with my dog Butters. The village is a place of twin cities which sit along a river. One side is a population of indigenous Indians like Mayans. I can see their elaborate and the earth tone colors they wear and beautiful head dresses. On the northern side is the City of Royals. They are the crystalline people. They have outfits made of shimmering particles.
Two women sit on thrones. One is a grandmother and the other is the great grandmother. The great grandmother is the furthers away and she sits upon a mount which oversees the City of Royals.
On the other bank of the river there is yet a third area separate from the twin cities where a giant monolith stands. He stand 100 times taller than any man in the village. He wears all dark grey silver color. He is a monolith of granite yet he is animated and alive. Some time passes before I realize he is standing across the river. I spend this time visiting with the villagers freely passing between the northern side where the Royals live and the southern side where the villagers live. I’ve spent time on both sides with them the entire time unaware of a divide.
I hear a voice ask, “Did you pay your respects to You’re Majesty the Queen?” I look around and for the first time witness the Monolith Man. HUH? Who and what is this? Who is he referring to as the Queen? I assume he is referring the the great grandmother who would in essence be the queen. I am now for the first time aware of the divide between the cities. I recognize the distinction between the two cities. I realize the two mothers are queens and they sit on the Royals side of the divide. The Monolith insists for a second time, “Did you pay your respects to You’re Majesty the Queen?” If this monolith has been standing here all this time he would be well aware I have visited and played with them for this entire time. They are family to me.
Overwhelmed by his sheer size I feel obligated to go back to the City of Royals and pretend to satisfy his request. With deep reluctance I travel back to the northern side where the Great Grandmother Queen sits. I approach kneel before her and ask in a whisper, “Great Grandmother what’s up with your son? Is he not paying attention?” Knowing she is regarded as nobility I seek her protection given my size in comparison to the Monolith. I ask her, “What should I do?” To which she answers in a loving tone placing her hand on my head and combing my hair with her fingers, “Well call me, You’re Majesty and Just go along with it.” This angers me because it seems unjust after all she is my great grandmother and who is this man who orders me around. To please the situation I whisper “You’re Majesty is that enough?” Now with an overwhelming sense of impending defeat beckoning every fiber in my body to respond. I turn inward for a moment to summon a response for the Monolith. In this moment of deep inner contemplation a rush of energy floods my body. From the my feet upward, my body fills with the energy and I immediately take flight. The rush is so great I am forced to temper the energy so as to not fly too high above and out of their sights. I realize this seems to be an adequate source for power to use in response to the Monolith.
While in flight I take the opportunity to learn how to control flight. I try different maneuvers. I suspect I am somewhat lucid here because this seems to be an automatic response to flight some earthly programming I have inserted into the dream to test things pertaining to flight. I notice some of the makeovers don’t respond as well as others. As time passes I seem to be losing the ability of flight. I try navigating to different places in the dream some with success some requiring a great deal of mental effort. I wonder if the way to more effectively control the dream is not my intent to move toward objects but instead my intent to have the scenery move toward me. Maybe my power is conserved by having everything else move around me in response to my desire while I remain still. I look down and behind me and notice I am now sitting on a chair while things are in motion around me.
With this new found awareness, I return to the villagers. As I approach from the skies I can see the surprise in their eyes as they cheer my return. I can see them going about their business in their homes. I am somehow in the mind of everyone here. I seem to know all that is happening. There is a feast where we eat and celebrate. It is now time for me to head back home. They offer me food to take back with me. The only place to carry the food is in my suitcase which is not the best place to store food but I do it anyway.
Upon returning home I have a false awakening. Where I believe I’m back home. Except the family I am now a part of are Indians from India. I bring out the food I have packed to share with them. Their customs are different from mine. Everyone eats of the food. I suddenly realize I have traveled back home and forgot to bring Butters with me. I enter a state of extreme panic like that of loosing a child. The dream must have known it needed to intervene to calm me down. I then felt my dog move who was nestled comfortably between my legs on the bed. I reached over and patted his head with an overwhelming sense of relief I returned to the dream now fully lucid.
I take advantage of my lucid state an asked the question, “What gives with the divide. I wish to understand the separation between the twin cities.” I instantly found myself on the banks of the river looking at two distinct time windows much like a portrait of each city. One millennia past and one today. The one today the river is very over grown with flowers and wild grasses along it’s banks. The one from past is pristine tranquil in its beauty yet dark and still.
Still wanting to understand more I find myself in the City of Royals. This time the city is empty only I walk here among the ruins of this place. I enter the school where I walk through it’s classrooms. I hear the voices of children play yet no one is here with me. I find an origami someone has left behind. I begin to unfold it examining how it was constructed. Fold by fold, I deconstruct the origami revealing an inner message. It is a code of secrets. In the lower right corner as I unfold the last piece of the paper I see a milky white head crowning through the crease in the page. I pause knowing this is a reference to a baby. I pause to look at the paper still not wanting to fully open it savoring the moment and trying to take in as much information as possible. I look back at the writing. It is not writing I consciously recognize yet I am intimately familiar with it’s message. At some level I understand. Deep within its creases I see the face of a woman. She is talking to me yet I cannot hear her words but I can see her lips move. I clearly understand the message. “Its possible if you want it badly enough.”
~~~~DREAM ENDS
I chose to take the alternate spelling of the word you’re instead of your given my knowledge of dreams and the wordplay that happens in dreams. Also given that each character in the dream is a reflection of me. I assume the dream is telling me I am majesty, I am hewn from stone. The dream I think is also telling me that I am the queen and ruler of my life. I have motherly instincts. I need to pay my own regards to myself and recognize and honor this part of me.
This dream is deep with meaning. I found it interesting that when I approached the queen I didn’t acknowledge her as queen I went back to refer to her as grandmother and asked what was up with her son? What made me assume the Monolith was her son? How and why did I equate the monolith as her son? and am I the monolith? Am I the son? Do I need to bring my self down a level and pay for what I want badly enough. Funny how in so doing I found my energy.
