So last night I had another crazy dream. I did some breath work right before bed because I was nervous about today’s final. When I had finally grounded out my overactive energy, I went blissfully to sleep. The dream started with Cj and I taking a wander through this new city. It was beautiful. We wandered until we realized it was getting late and we needed to get home. We were looking forward to something, a good dinner maybe? We took this shortcut through an alley way and ran into some bums. We walked as fast as we could because they were eyeballing my purse. One shouted at us and reached out to grab my arm. CJ held my hand and took off running through the corridors of this now white building. As we ran, my feet lifted off the ground and I flew behind CJ. It was not as if I was really flying, but more symbolic of the fact that he was protecting and guiding me without me being of any burden. We escape and a familiar woman appears. She asks where we are going and I realize we are above the Earth and it is more of a question of “where do you want to go?”
I wake up- not really, but this is a dream inside a dream. The woman is by my bedside meditating. CJ is still asleep. She greets me with a kind smile and asks if I know who she is. I say no. She tells me she is my mother. I tell her I know that she is not my mother, she looks nothing like her. She smiles again and says that she is everyone’s mother. I know this to be true and she brushes my face with the back of her hand. As she does this, I can feel her soft hand against my face and also feel the sensation of my hand brushing her soft face even though my hand has not moved.
Suddenly I wake up- again, this is a new layer of a dream within a dream within a dream. I’m looking down at a baby in my arms. The baby is peaceful and I know that the baby is me. I also know that as I am looking down at myself through my mother’s eyes, I am also my mother. We float in this velvety, warm, soft fluid space being comforted and kept safe and I realize that I am inside my mother in the womb and I witness the birth of myself as the baby and the mother simultaneously. It is beautiful and the light that shines as I am born is blinding and frightening and painful but beautiful and exciting at the same time.
The bed shakes. I feel rumbling coming from the ground and I wake up. Again, this is the next layer of a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream. I think we’ve just had an earthquake and I wake CJ. He grumbles, “oh everyone is so freaking paranoid about earthquakes now. It was nothing. Go back to bed. Grrr…” A red light illuminates the bedroom from outside and we hear voices. It sounds like the military. I hear an elephant and when we look outside, we realize our house is in the middle of the jungle and there are people in traditional East Indian garb riding elephants through our backyard. The elephants acknowledge my presence. The are decorated in beautiful jewels and fabric. They are massive yet small at the same time. They nudge my house and I feel the shaking again. A group of young people are fighting their way through a river and harsh rain and the red light grows more intense. A voice says, “grab your weapon.” I look at CJ and we are both speechless. We must leave. My cell phone rings and it is a friend of mine- it is one voice yet many friends within the single voice. They need help and are crying. I must leave to help them immediately.
Now I wake up again. This is now a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream. I am walking down a hallway with CJ and we approach a large room with a starry night ceiling and dark blue walls. There is a cage in the corner and the woman who told me she was everyone’s mother is within it holding a baby. She calls us to her and opens the cage. She tells me she has yet to give us our fortunes and asks us to hold out our hands. We are excited and as she opens her bag, she pulls out two violet decorated merkabas. Words and symbols of light come rushing forth from the merkaba immediately upon placing it in my hand. Luminescent crystals fly through the air and surround me. Music plays. The information is coming too quickly and I shut my palms over it. She talks to me and tells me that these fortunes are important and has a large smile on her face. I hear voices in many languages, none of them English, giving me information at the same time. I open my palm again and see that the merkaba has opened and is now a vortex that pulls me into it. Although it pulls me in, I am also observing this from the outside. I am in space and this energy and light is outside of me.
And again I wake up to a red light again appearing in the window of my bedroom. I am more conscious now and am recalling the dreams that have occurred, thinking about how strange it is that I had so many dreams within dreams. I begin to get up and get ready for the day pondering the dreams. A structure appears in the corner of the bedroom window accompanied by a wailing noise and a loud clash and as I go to look at it more closely, I can tell that it is something alien. A UFO. I move in closer and the window has disappeared and I am floating outside above the house growing closer towards it. It feels welcoming, but unfamiliar and I am a bit weary. I proceed out into space with caution.
I wake up again, this time for real. I realize that the previous sensation of waking up was the final dream within a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream. My heart is racing and I feel tingly everywhere. I see shadows and light objects in the bedroom and CJ again is fast asleep next to me. What has just happened? I feel as if I have traveled far. Did I have adventures within each level of consciousness? What was the significance of the merkaba? The elephants? Mother? The aliens? The LA gangster bum people that tried to grab my purse?
I dream a lot. I remember a lot of them and they get deeper and deeper as I get older. New sensations arise as I develop new levels of awareness and new high sense perceptions. What is the significance of the multiple layers or dreams within dreams? This happens to me often. I feel changed today somehow. A deep peace resides within… blissful joy.
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