Last night was a special time in dreamland. It had been a long time since I dreamed I was flying until last night. But last night was different. I was standing on the ground at first and willed myself to fly. I began to soar and ended up flying over the most beautiful blue deep water that I ever saw. I looked down and saw a few mounds with eyes just barely breaking the surface and peering up at me. I don’t really know if they were eyes or not, but the objects were brightly colored pastel patterned and kind of semi-shallow rounded above the surface of the water. This was different because my flight was controlled and unlike other times I was flying, I actually took off when I wanted to  instead of shooting up into the sky or just being up there flying.  In other dreams too, there were always fish, large small and in between of a kind I could not recognize, swimming very rapidly beneath me in all different directions as I fly over the water circling the lake like structure and watching the action from way up above. Last night I flew slower and the action speed of the dream was slower and I could clearly discern the water, blue and serene with no waves or even ripples. It was a bright day not unlike this afternoon as the rain clouds were pushed away by a high pressure blue sky. The other extraordinary part of last night’s dream was that I chose to plunge into the water when I was ready. I did not just fall out of the sky because I could not fly anymore. I fell softly into the water with hardly a sound and without any loud splash although there was a splash of sorts when I hit the water and penetrated into the sea.

I am not sure what any of this means, but I do know that the dream was just before I woke up for the day, and I had a sense of being baptized again or this time maybe for real by forces that are friendly to me. It was a dream without fear or apprehension. I was happy and actually felt joy at my flight and of my falling into the sea. It was a good time and of my own volition. Dreams have always been a special place for me. I go to places I have never seen before and live a different life. This dream however felt integrated with the rest of my current reality, it was a part of me as whatever I am now at this time here and now. It is in a sense a deepest kind of survival instinct, calm and to the core of matter, directed solely from the unconscious, the matter of all ideas and all those things that we can see and that we cannot see. I did what I wanted to to exactly when I wanted to do it, of my own accord. I felt that I had overcome something and felt a renewed sense of energy, or maybe a new energy coming from someplace different. It reminded me of the semi-waking dream where I left my body and walked out the kitchen door onto the porch and around the corner of the house then down the front steps. It reminded me of the afternoon nap dream where I drifted off into unconsciousness, and in front of my eyes that were closed and dreaming, created a ball of energy that I bounced back and forth off some invisible controllers or energy fields, and that I manipulated at will during the course of my dream. Or the time when I was a real small kid and the giant stripped tiger appeared above me as I lay sleeping, or maybe I was not sleeping, on my little single bed. Or the time in the same bed, only now the bed was not on a frame but on the floor, when a being appeared off to my right and yelled at me and pushed me so hard that I woke up yelling “HEY”. I thought I was going to fall off the mattress and when I woke up I looked around a nobody was there. Or the time in that same bed as a very small child that I emerged from a little dream house in the mountains somewhere in kind of a semi-darkness with this giant knife in my hand, and began to stab this being that lingered outside the house. I had no choice but to go outside, I was motivated by the kill. I stabbed and stabbed and stabbed and stabbed until I could not stab anymore and the blood of this being, kind of a rounded time person of thing that I did not recognize, spurted all over me then flowed all over me covering me from head to toe. The more blood that came out of this being the more and harder I stabbed it; my breathing became rapid and I was extremely excited with a tingling in my tiny scrotum. I had to kill it. I had to kill it. I had to kill it. I had to.....

The Dream