An interesting dream I thought I'd share
Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2018 12:41 am
This dream I had last night while doing a sleep study at a local hospital. They had me wired up five ways to next Tuesday, most on my head, but also on my legs, chest, back and arms. I then wore a mask feeding me pure oxygen for the entire time. I slept for 12 hours.
The dreams were amazing in their detail, full color, with story-lines, for the most part. I could not hope to relate them all. The first was the most interesting.
I was part of an expedition to a distant planet where there was, apparently, no life. We landed outside the ruins of a major city, all was broken and crumbling, devastated by an unknown cataclysm. But there was life, humanoid, people living in the ruins. Some of them approached us and told us what had happened.
There had been a battle between two shamans one good, the other, way not good. The bad shaman had won, placing every aspect of their lives under his control. His every utterance was sacred writ, he was never wrong about anything and they had to obey himself and his human servants without question, upon pain of death. Many people had died already.
After some time there we began to hear stories that the “good” shaman had survived, and had taken himself to some place far, far away in the wilderness. They assumed he was hiding, if, indeed, he was alive at all.
We returned to our ship in orbit around the planet, and at one point I am standing in a room, oblong, 35 or 45 feet long, maybe 9 feet wide with a nine foot ceiling. The room was empty and had no light source, but was brightly lit. At the far end of room, there was no wall, it opened onto the vacuum of space. Beyond was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in a dream. There among the stars and nebula was a black Sun. Even though it was black, I could see it was spherical, and it was surrounded by a most beautiful electric blue corona. Behind it was a nebula of the most fantastic colors. Individual stars and star clusters fill the black void.
I wondered how we could be standing here seeing this with no equipment to protect us. I walked to the edge, reached forward, touching an invisible force field.
The young woman I was with asked me if I could hear whispering. I couldn't. She insisted that many someones were whispering. She place her ear against the wall and told me come listen. I did, and at first heard people speaking in a language I could not understand. Then, quite suddenly, I could understand them.
They were telling us how to find the “good shaman” We returned planet-side and began our search. Much of the dream was taken up with the adventures we had while looking for him. And the dangers we faced at the hands of the bad shaman's followers. We met many different people, some helpful, others decidedly not. We also began to find evidence that the “devastation” from the war was an illusion, maintained by the evil shaman to cement his control over the people
We finally found the good shaman atop a huge mesa in a desert much like the one in New Mexico or Arizona. He knew all that was going on. It behooved the “authorities” to pretend he had been destroyed, that is what they told people. He could keep to his mesa and do as he pleased, provided he never challenged the “bad” Shaman again..
He was pretty happy with that arrangement. He really did not want to fight old battles. As we talked it dawned on us that this fellow really was more powerful than the Bad Shaman, a lot more powerful. But his position was that if “the people” couldn't muster up the spit to see beyond Bad Shaman's illusions, and it wasn't that hard, why the hell should he fight their battles for them? If they wanted a “Messiah” well, good luck with that. “Messiah” wasn't in his resume.
There was a long conversation of which I do not remember any details, he finally agreed to fight with us, but if it turned out that “the people” were holding back to save their own asses, he was gone, for good. There was a long period in which we were all actually fighting. Nothing was really changing, though. Neither our side nor his were winning any decisive battles.
Then a woman, a noblewoman, approached me and said she had something she was sure would “defeat” the bad shaman. It was a silver jewel casket of a type common to noble ladies in the middle ages. She never opened it that I remember, but the good shaman took it from her and did something with it I do not remember.
The result was rapid. All of the bad shamans illusions dissolved away, the ruins became whole buildings, which were stunningly beautiful. All was made right and the bad shaman found himself very much alive, but powerless. Many people wanted to kill him on the spot, but the good shaman forbade that. Yes, he had done many bad things, but taking his life would accomplish nothing while dragging us down to his level. If we really wanted a new beginning, then ALL of the old ways of doing things had to change.
It was at that point that dream shifted to a new story line.
The dreams were amazing in their detail, full color, with story-lines, for the most part. I could not hope to relate them all. The first was the most interesting.
I was part of an expedition to a distant planet where there was, apparently, no life. We landed outside the ruins of a major city, all was broken and crumbling, devastated by an unknown cataclysm. But there was life, humanoid, people living in the ruins. Some of them approached us and told us what had happened.
There had been a battle between two shamans one good, the other, way not good. The bad shaman had won, placing every aspect of their lives under his control. His every utterance was sacred writ, he was never wrong about anything and they had to obey himself and his human servants without question, upon pain of death. Many people had died already.
After some time there we began to hear stories that the “good” shaman had survived, and had taken himself to some place far, far away in the wilderness. They assumed he was hiding, if, indeed, he was alive at all.
We returned to our ship in orbit around the planet, and at one point I am standing in a room, oblong, 35 or 45 feet long, maybe 9 feet wide with a nine foot ceiling. The room was empty and had no light source, but was brightly lit. At the far end of room, there was no wall, it opened onto the vacuum of space. Beyond was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in a dream. There among the stars and nebula was a black Sun. Even though it was black, I could see it was spherical, and it was surrounded by a most beautiful electric blue corona. Behind it was a nebula of the most fantastic colors. Individual stars and star clusters fill the black void.
I wondered how we could be standing here seeing this with no equipment to protect us. I walked to the edge, reached forward, touching an invisible force field.
The young woman I was with asked me if I could hear whispering. I couldn't. She insisted that many someones were whispering. She place her ear against the wall and told me come listen. I did, and at first heard people speaking in a language I could not understand. Then, quite suddenly, I could understand them.
They were telling us how to find the “good shaman” We returned planet-side and began our search. Much of the dream was taken up with the adventures we had while looking for him. And the dangers we faced at the hands of the bad shaman's followers. We met many different people, some helpful, others decidedly not. We also began to find evidence that the “devastation” from the war was an illusion, maintained by the evil shaman to cement his control over the people
We finally found the good shaman atop a huge mesa in a desert much like the one in New Mexico or Arizona. He knew all that was going on. It behooved the “authorities” to pretend he had been destroyed, that is what they told people. He could keep to his mesa and do as he pleased, provided he never challenged the “bad” Shaman again..
He was pretty happy with that arrangement. He really did not want to fight old battles. As we talked it dawned on us that this fellow really was more powerful than the Bad Shaman, a lot more powerful. But his position was that if “the people” couldn't muster up the spit to see beyond Bad Shaman's illusions, and it wasn't that hard, why the hell should he fight their battles for them? If they wanted a “Messiah” well, good luck with that. “Messiah” wasn't in his resume.
There was a long conversation of which I do not remember any details, he finally agreed to fight with us, but if it turned out that “the people” were holding back to save their own asses, he was gone, for good. There was a long period in which we were all actually fighting. Nothing was really changing, though. Neither our side nor his were winning any decisive battles.
Then a woman, a noblewoman, approached me and said she had something she was sure would “defeat” the bad shaman. It was a silver jewel casket of a type common to noble ladies in the middle ages. She never opened it that I remember, but the good shaman took it from her and did something with it I do not remember.
The result was rapid. All of the bad shamans illusions dissolved away, the ruins became whole buildings, which were stunningly beautiful. All was made right and the bad shaman found himself very much alive, but powerless. Many people wanted to kill him on the spot, but the good shaman forbade that. Yes, he had done many bad things, but taking his life would accomplish nothing while dragging us down to his level. If we really wanted a new beginning, then ALL of the old ways of doing things had to change.
It was at that point that dream shifted to a new story line.
