Dream Journal
September 10, 1999
Wow! A beautiful true dream! I am flying high over the ocean, near the clouds with my teacher: a tall, lanky black man with an African look. We are traveling to East Timor, an island called something like “Concentric Isle” but also like “geometric” and “symmetric”. It’s a long thin oval of forests, mountains, and beach of fantastic beauty. I wonder what East Timor actually is and a map flashes up in my head, showing that it’s an island and a portion of the mainland.
We arrive at my teacher’s house by the sea. It’s warm and incredibly beautiful. Inside in an anteroom there is a pool of water. He walks across the surface of it and tells me that I can, too. I do so without thinking. Then I try again but the more I think the deeper I sink. I get frustrated with myself. Then we decide to explore. I know we will spend the night outside the house somewhere. He says not to bring shoes or anything else. “Fine, that’ll be fun”, I think. Then I think — “Oh, I’ll need my contact lens stuff.” He tells me I don’t need it but get it if I must. I get/conjure it from my backpack. Leaving, he steps on a nail and it sinks into his heel all the way. At the same moment I step on a burr and get stung by a bug in my heel. He asks me to help get the nail out but he easily and painlessly pulls it out, as I do with my burr.
The next thing I remember I am with this woman driving from a man’s house where she lives or visits. We come to the end of the drive and slow down way too fast for a car. The car sideswipes the wall and crashes horribly. Of course, we’re just fine, since we were speed-traveling and had simply slowed down. The car is elsewhere, fading from memory and relevance, and we go inside.
The Teacher: Interestingly, while traveling to East Timor with the teacher, no airplane rationalization is conjured to explain the fast travel through the sky. We’re just flying through the sky, two dreamers. Perhaps the teacher has a calming and focusing influence.
The thought that we’re going to spend the night away triggers my waking self thought “always remember your contact lens stuff.” Once I have it, my waking self settles back down.
The theme of this dream is being in the astral without engaging the waking mind, which messes with our experience.
Our waking consciousness can obscure our true dreaming experiences. Its projections and rationalizations can distract from and take over the stories of our dreams. If it thinks the dream is physical reality, it can entirely take over the dream with it’s physically-oriented fears, desires, and behaviors.
East Timor: I wondered and got a visual response.
There is a country called East Timor in Indonesia. The “mainland” I mentioned was a much larger island next to Concentric Isle. It has a region called Pante Macassar that looks somewhat like the map I saw, but there is no small, long island off the coast.
Car Rationalization: My fear expectation that the car is going to crash causes it to do so, but we’re already outside it. In this case I’m able to observe the crash fantasy and not get caught up in the drama of it.
Walking on Water: The lesson is to do what you want without engaging the limitations (rules and expectations) of physical reality.
Waking Needs: My waking mind engages enough to remember the requirement of bringing my contact lens stuff on any overnight trip. Luckily I’m able to unwittingly conjure what I need out of my backpack, so I can continue with the lessons.