Dream Journal
January 20, 2000 @ 4:15 AM
There I was, floating high above this lagoon surrounded by rocks and yellow sand. It was filled with shallow, stagnant water. On one side there was an entrance to what I knew was the underground water system, a deep hole that went down into blackness. This was a different pool than the one I usually go in, and though I was tempted, I decided not to explore, as the tide was getting higher (I knew it was 4:15 AM, later than I’d usually go, which meant I’d get back too late) and I didn’t have someone with me to navigate the curving passageways to air pockets. I could drown!
So instead I ventured out into a foot-deep blue channel closer to the ocean. I thought about how I’d planned the Jurassic Park 2 dream I was having before. A black lava flow map of the island used in the first movie appeared before me, and I retraced in my mind where on the island all the events took place. I thought, “Yeah, that was a good, thrilling movie.”
The lava flow map wasn’t just imagined, THERE IT WAS in front of me. I picked it up and started to knead it and it became more pliable. Then I put it in some kind of rectangular pan and kneaded it some more. I could push my fingers deep into it and moosh it around. It didn’t smear or stick or tear or anything — it stretched. When removing my fingers the imprints slowly popped back out to form a smooth surface again. It remained black this entire time. One of my finger holes held its form as I concentrated on it, then as I became surprised that only one would hold its form, it then started to pop out. So then I turned to the original map (oops! there it is again!) and thought “Oh no, I’ve left it alone too long — it’s probably hardened.” I started kneading this one, too, and its resistance became less and less and I stretched it out longer and thinner bit by bit. Then I laid it over a shopping cart (?!) and turned back to the original map. I could see through the pan that it had separated into layers. The bottom three quarters was an ivory color with brownish layer variations (still malleable), then it transitioned to black at the top, which was hard and crumbly now. I picked it up from the pan and started kneading it and as I did so rock crumbles came off. Soon, as I worked with it, it seemed to become more uniformly malleable (and black throughout again).
Dream Planning: Here I find myself recalling how I had planned an earlier dream based on Jurassic Park, which was a thrilling dream. I’d purposely thrown myself into a dramatic, exciting conflict for the fun of it.
Planning Underworld Trips: Written at the time: “My thought when considering the underworld was that I’m usually back by 6:20–7:00 AM, and leaving at 4:15 AM wouldn’t give me enough time to get back. To consider I keep timetables and schedule events in my dreams according to waking times is incredible!”
Is there some kind of energy tide? It’s odd that my dream self, native to the astral world, would consider drowning to be an obstacle in its larger plan-making.
Playing with Thought Forms: Play reveals so much. Here we see the hard lava rock map thought form becoming more pliable and flexible from my kneading. This is likely happening simply because that’s what I’m expecting it to do. I was able to hold the finger hole in place only so long as I concentrated on it. Left alone, thought forms return to their original form and texture.
Nature of Spiritual Matter: Written at the time: “When I looked into the interior of the thought form, I saw that the quality of the astral matter was a dull ivory. This is not surprising as I was near an underworld opening, and the region had an atmosphere of danger and adventure due to the dinosaurs.”
It is only the exterior of thought forms that take on color, hardness, and texture. Since the interior isn’t immediately visible, there is no need for it to take on these appearances. The interior retains the natural coloring and luminosity of the matter of the plane it’s on.
Astral World, Physical Rules: I considered entering the underwater catacombs — something I would never do in waking life — but didn’t have someone to help guide me to air pockets so I don’t drown. This shows that I’m in some cross focus between the dream self and waking self. I’m very versed with astral phenomenon, but also believe to some degree that physical laws matter. Are these just little ingrained physical concerns bubbling up into the dream self focus?