Dream Journal

Context: We'd visited Miajima in the last year. We'd also gone on a trek in Nepal during that same trip.

I’m in a plane-like ship traveling with friends through a cloudy nebula near the center of a galaxy where the stars were profuse. It was absolutely amazing and beautiful beyond words. I remembering thinking “I should take a picture” and scrambling for a camera, but right when I got it we were out of the nebula. Soon we were descending into a strange world. It was misty and cool and this different kind of pine tree was everywhere. The plane was piloted by a young person, and after a soft descent, we landed in this lake. The plane was pale, smooth, rounded and small — a rapidly shrinking thought form. We made for the shore.

There were pine cones everywhere and I thought “Hey — I’ll take one of these back to Earth.” I was reprimanded by some older new-ager so I played it off as a joke. The buildings were cube-shaped, seemingly made of wood and glass. They were brown, jade, and gray. We went into a low building by the lake. Inside were Ed, Rebecca, Barrett, and Sarah, along with others I didn’t know. We played a game of questions that was a little risqué at times. During such times the lights dimmed.

Then we met a Japanese man from Miajima and told him that after this, we’d be going to some park in Japan. Soon we headed out and there was this large hill with a winding path. We were beginning a trek. We were going to split up at this point and meet again later.