Dream Journal
March 20, 1999
I dream that wormholes have oppositely charged caps, lids that flip open and closed.
I dream of a greenish pool of pure water off to the side of a supermarket. It’s some quintessential gateway. The pool is surrounded by black rocks with a cliff on one side, and has pure soft sand beneath the surface of the water. Rebecca and I looked up and this tone came that shifted the sand into little hills and patterns, rising up out of the green water. We played on them. At times I wrapped myself in the sand as if it were elastic rubber sheets. The feeling was grand. At times we could look back at the supermarket and shied away when people got close, but mostly we didn’t look back.
After a time, I saw up on the shore a confusing sight that resolved into a horse giving birth out of its eye, with all the gory reality that would entail. As the foal came out, the horse’s eye came off as if it was a half ping-pong ball. Everyone was too grossed out to put it back on, but I grabbed the slippery, wet eye and approached the horse. The masters I communicated with told me to approach the horse and focus and they would essentially send a beam of energy into the horse and it would calm itself and open its eyelid for me. It did, but I couldn’t reach.
Earlier I dreamed I was sick and forced myself to throw up. What came out was two sock puppets and about $58 — that’s what had been making me sick.
Sound Patterns in Sand: This is really interesting. Sounds are known to make patterns in sand. The device that can illustrate this is called a Chladni Plate. Each tone makes a specific pattern. Here we see that same effect in the dream world.
The Masters: I wonder if this was referring to the masters I communicated with in this dream or regularly. I wasn’t aware of this at all!
Eye Birth: In the Middle Ages, some believed that certain animals conceived and/or gave birth through the ear or mouth. This is like something a small child (or my dream self) might come up with. Further evidence that my dream self is a child is that I can’t reach the horse’s eye, meaning that I’m child-sized.
Note, too, that the eye is not an orb but shaped like a half ping-pong ball. The dream self doesn’t understand physical anatomy very well either.