Dreams

How many people can say they've felt the call of the Sun, without whom there would be no life?

I had a dream last night. The dream was set in my college years again, only slightly different settings and places than my actual memories, as usual. It was night and my peers and I were at the school casually socializing, there were no classes at the moment, but our work was in display in the hallways at stages of near completion. It felt like the senior project days, when we each had our studio on campus. I gradually became more lucid and aware of this dream state until there was a transition into another landscape at dawn. I was so aware of the dream dimension that I touched plants from the garden outside as I passed them, remembering specifically what looked to be orchids growing amongst the brush. I was entering a small shack of what looked to be a typical rental house one of my peers would've lived in. I enter a kitchen that leads into a narrow hallway, at the door, just into the kitchen stands a young lady of olive skin and dark hair and eyes. She stood in the kitchen, in my path as I intended to proceed forward. She was smiling and making small talk when I stopped and said “I know I'm dreaming and I think I know who you are, you are the priestess, aren't you?” Her smile faded as she turned into the narrow path leading out to the back of the shack and ran outside. I followed calling her to please wait. She ran into a vast field, with overgrown grass blowing in the wind the color of golden green from the sunlight Flowers of all kinds which I can't name blossomed all around us. There were distant brick houses far across the field typical of a middle class suburban neighborhoods I grew up in in Brazil. I remember the contrast of warm sunlit colors on the earthly landscape and homes far in the horizon in contrast to the vibrant blue sky, gold and blue, the colors that most resonate with my soul. These words are poor shadows of how I actually feel in the dream.

The young virginal priestess, now wearing a white robe then turns to me as I arrive and kneels before me on a patch of soft grass, I then kneel meeting her eye level and we face each other in a posture similar to that of the old testament cherubs at the ark of the covenant. She reveals a book which she held against her breasts that I had not noticed before. She hands me the book that looked like a cheap paperback with yellowing pages, similar to Joseph Campbell's Myths to Live by which I just finished, but I could not make out what it actually was, the cover seemed at one moment a blur, at other a dark/back nondescript cover. I took the book, opened it and cannot remember what was in it. I started to fade, the dream started to fade, but she was still kneeling there, smiling at me.

The nigh before I had a dream of near rapture in absolute, Limitless Light, a near outer body experience not quite sleeping, not quite awake. I felt the pull of upwards and levitation of my body of light moving upwards for what felt like centuries and seconds, away from my sleeping body. That very moment my conscious mind realized this and in excitement I (It) said to myself “This is it! Finally!” at which point the entire experienced ceased and I was plunged back into the despair of ordinary darkness and moments later, the dreamless void of sleep.

I then had a few dreams of no more importance than social observation of my friends and family, but one was unusual. I was back in Brazil almost as a non-entity, perhaps in secret, but near my relatives there. There was a young cousin who was experiencing dreams and visions and the family was in distress not knowing how to cope with her near psychosis / paranormal visions. I then stepped in to guide her through the process of self-initiation in the role reserved for ancient tribal shamans. Yet, though I had the role of an elder or sage, I was still young in appearance as my age right now. Like the priestess of the following night's dream she also had my skin tone, dark hair and eyes with long straight, sometimes wavy hair. I took delight in befriending her as a guide to the archetypes she would encounter in her soul. This dream was heavily influenced by what I had just read from Myths.


I woke up that morning with the alarm clock ringing, and for a few seconds I did not know who where or when I was, and for those few seconds I liked myself better than when my conscious awareness of myself set in. I felt depressed, I knew there were dreams that night, but sat there half dressed in work clothes unable to recall what really left me so overwhelmed. About two hours later at work I remembered the failed outer body experience and wept alone in the backroom where no one could see me.