Dream Journal

Myself and two others were painting on a blackboard. I had the idea to run at it and go through it like a gateway. I asked someone to try. When they approached it I shut my eyes. When I opened them the person was gone. The second person did it, then me. I had been thinking that it would open a reverse world and it did. It was like a mirror image. The things on my right were still on my right and the same for my left. The opening between became cut out in the shape of a door. We spent much of our time on the reverse side, as it felt like new. I thought about ways to tell which side you were on — printed letters, money — would it come through reversed? But I never tried. There were many stories about the other two, as they learned new things.

At one point I became aware of a multicolored light following me around on the reverse side, lending light when things were dark (my drawing was of 5-6 vertical lines crossing 5-6 horizontal lines). I called it Tink, thinking back to the dream long ago. Another was a pink light (drawing of something like an asterisk). Both lit the darkness some and provided warmth.

There were periods of darkness when it was quiet and I was “asleep” in bed in the dream — an awareness in the astral level of the waking world.

After a while I became aware of a mean person who had harmed or planned to harm a dog. I got angry. Feeling creative as well, I imagined a dark purple blazing zero on the palm of my hand and pressed it on another point in the blackboard to open up a new gate. This one opened to a pure fantasy area of sweeping landscapes and flight and beauty.