Dream Journal

I’m hanging out with a bunch of friends in a cozy, well-decorated living room. We had stopped at a thrift store earlier and all picked out a bunch of strange and interesting outfits to try later. Now, back at the house, we were lounging about and talking. I remembered the outfits and stepped into a private side room to try them on. The outfits were around a corner, a bend in space. The one I grabbed first was a shirt, but as I put it on it joined with my beard so that it looked like a big white beard shirt.

At one point, I become aware of this diffuse dim white light, like dissolved sugar, and I shift sideways between two moments into a higher frequency. In this new space, there’s a yellow brick road with people on it. It curves, rolling over small hills. There are unique, well-defined people standing stationary on the yellow brick road. They’re facing towards the destination down the road but not really moving. Everyone is so real, each a fully-defined character. There’s this calmness, steadiness. But I want to get to the haze light, the sugar light. It’s is a diffuse dim white light, the color of sugar when it’s dissolved in water until it’s saturated. I spring forward into the air, moving past them. A young woman wakes up to this and focuses on me: you can jump here?! My jumping is the answer. I make jumps forward, past people on the road. It’s not far to the first big rise. There are fewer people ahead, and then a drop-off into this dark, undefined area off to the right side. I feel a large open space there. The pale diffuse sugar light is there, coming in waves. It comes out of nowhere in bursts, waves, flowing past me. A hyperspace structure is in the center of this void, spinning about and changing shape, with arcs of cartoon yellow shapes coming off it, looking overall like a brownish structure of sand in a complex cube-like shape, spinning rapidly — the tesseract. But I’m more interested in the waves of diffuse sugar light coming out from the center. Questions are answered. There is time here, I realize, measured by the different frequencies of the waves — the larger waves and the lesser ones reflecting off of them in different patterns. These are the different “states” that determine time, I think to myself. I realize my jumping in here off the edge is my own move to a different state. I absorb the subtle waves of light for a little while before stepping back out of the void onto the road.

I’m heading back on the yellow-brick road, just floating belly-down this time. Again, it’s not far; 30 feet in the sparse area with the tree near the edge, 30 more feet through the more crowded area. I’m remembering to gather my things from the last dream — wallet, keys, costumes that I need to return. I had borrowed the costumes from the store using… what was it called, I wondered, borrowing clothes temporarily? The only other awake person on the road is listening to my thoughts, and offers “layaways” as the answer. I responded “nah, but it’s like that. . . . ” I’m getting distracted and then realize I don’t need any of this — I throw up my hands and let my things fall away. I begin moving again. Down the road, back to the dream. And I’m back in the dream? Or waking up. My body is filled with energy and good feelings, charged up with the dim sugar light. I had struggled to fall asleep, but now I was in the perfect state. I sat there thinking about the dream, trying to remember it, catching a corner of it, almost losing it, before getting a hold, remembering, then waking up to write it down.

I got the sense that at higher levels we speak self-fulfilling prophecies. We create something, “speak” it with our attention — a sound-form-idea — that is an end result that exists outside physical time as a cause for its own creation within physical time.

I felt quite large in this dream, filling the space more than usual.