It was AMAZING!
I just woke up from a lucid dream; I had always had trouble with flying at will in dreams, usually I would just make do by jumping really high. Until I once had a dream that I jumped and willed myself to stay in the air… it worked well but soon wore off as I landed beside the “Venom” looking monster that told me a strange message and beside the yellow school bus.
This dream though: In a basketball court gym-like setting. I was lying down with Marie covered in a blanket and a ballerina Whittie kept dancing over us so that I could see his spandex up his skirt. He was messing around so I messed around too by grabbing his leg and dropping him. Before I knew it, everyone was talking about it and it was on the news (just like old times, right?). On the television that was in the room, I saw how they had interviewed many people about the matter… I was waiting to see if they had interviewed me to see my opinion and why I had done it. This one kid kept standing up to me as I just kept shoving him a side’ he kept trying to prove that I was not all that much of a challenge. So he shoved me and I dropped him on the floor. He kept raising the stakes to try and beat me; he started by saying that all he had to do is get in my way a little to intimidate me, then by saying that he just had to use a little force… eventually he resorted to “grab a weapon”, so I knocked him in the head, dropped him on the ground, grabbed a metal toolbox which I slammed him with its corner, and then proceeded to smash his head in. Yes, I felt threatened. The others were encouraging me out of sick excitement and even brought me and acid bomb to smash on his head to finish him off, but I thought it was too much. Then I left the place since it felt too hostile.
This is the relevant part of the dream: I was climbing houses as I was getting away, and I was (on the side of mind) thinking about how if this world was constituted by my beliefs then it was my beliefs that allowed my legs to hold up the rest of my body. If I could rearrange this belief and have that belief to be on top of me (that it holds me down on the ground) and maneuver it from there, I would be able to fly. I was hesitant to try it since meditation in my dreams may wake me up, so I tried to do it without thinking about it too much and I SHOT UP. I shot up like Neo at the end of The Matrix (except I was looking towards the ground). It was night, I could feel the wind and see all the lights and the trees it was so beautiful and amazing, and even more amazing how I got it on the first shot. At first I was afraid that I may not come down (since I kept moving fast-ward towards the sky), but then I let myself go since it was a dream anyway and it didn’t matter if I ended up in outer-space (I was also curious as well). But of course I lost focus and I slowed down and I began to descend… the ground was closer than where I had left it, especially because as I kept going up I crossed another level of trees (which was probably the same level, but it was just a repetition), and that was the ground I landed in.
The reason this is relevant is because (even though I have managed to do it a few times) it is always difficult for me to fly, and this time I only used my mind (as opposed to using my stress). Also how I decided to use this focusing because of everything that I have been learning, and it worked, it did what I thought it would do; and this is like a confirmation that I may be doing something right.
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