Dreams of Snakes and Wakening

I’m gravitating towards more dream work. For months now I’ve missed only a handful of nights journaling at least one dream. But I need to make some tweaks. If I watch movies late at night, it flattens my dreams. When I go to bed earlier than midnight, without a customary glass or two of wine (generally accompanying movies), the quality of dreams improves.

Two types of dreams have been recurring. Last night, for example, some people and I were trapped in a frozen vale. We tried various means of escape (a prominent theme) and finally it seemed we succeeded. But I was convinced all we had done was to “dream” we had escaped. And we were actually still trapped. With effort I demonstrated this was still a dream by levitating and whirling a large object around with just my intent. While this indeed exhibited it was a dream, to both myself and the others —I completely missed the larger import. Again. In these recurring dreams I often dream that I’m aware that I am dreaming. Which to me means I’m often asleep a couple layers deep in daily life as well. But also, that to realize what’s happening in the macro, look for a clue in the micro. Usually one so obvious it’s blinding.

In the second recurring dream, a snake crawls in my bed. I’m leery, but not particularly freaked out. The snake is a good buddy of mine in dreamworld, a familiar ally. It wraps around natural curvatures in my sleeping position and cuddles up as I fall back to sleep.

With my series on Netflix concluding  (The Travelers), and classes starting next week, I’ll be cleaning up my sleep hygiene to delve deeper into realms of dreaming. I have been monitoring quality of sleep with an app and learning more about when my natural deep sleep and REM cycles occur. I also snagged some supplements to facilitate dream excursions during my last trip stateside. In particular: Galantamine and Mucuna Pruriens. I’ll add these a couple times a week, along with my daily regimen of DMAE and Piracetam. More about these specific protocols later, perhaps.

don’t play the hand that’s dealt

is this the 2nd or 3rd or nth year of a series coming up or are we going to try something new? Are we bending over for the forces that be and hunkering down to take our punishment or have we dusted off that old craft we built deep in the forests of our youth and set it back up to tack into the wind and rise above the numbing zones, the moans and lamentations of those doing it “right”, being “realistic”, living the life with the crooked hands they’ve been dealt, grateful for the scraps …or do we have something up our sleeves this coming year? A card or two under the table? Something that doesn’t depend on the House paying cuts with its trickling odds at infrequent intervals just to lure us deeper into illusions of debt? I hear free men once walked these plains, once looked at these same stars we see from our feeding pens. I hear that it doesn’t take a lifetime of planning or preparation to make a change, that it’s just a simple matter of stepping sideways in our lifes and running with a different current.

 

Rattling Around

A8711293_orig spirit rattle shakes once. Coming from somewhere over by the bed where my android phone is running an app called Awoken. I look at my hands carefully, inspecting front and back. I remember where I am: sitting in my chair at the desk. How I got here: coming inside from errands and visiting the ATM. I carefully scan the room and my surroundings for anything that looks odd or out of place. This time reality checks out.

Last night the test almost passed, but there was a subtle slip-up. I remembered where I was and how I got there. But the memory  was sketchy, glossing over some things. OK, I thought. I guess that passes. I examined my hands to make sure. Which started out well, but I seemed to be missing a part of a finger and another finger contorted oddly. Aha! This was a dream! My first lucid dream in a while. I’ve been dream journaling diligently, beginning in November. And things have been ramping back up to re-enter dream territory with more intent. Especially with the plant journeys winding down.

Now that I had awoken in my dream, my goal was simple: stabilize as long as possible. Which means, first of all, regulate emotions. Most people, myself included, when they first experienced this weird phenomenon of being totally awake, inside a dream, find it so exciting, exhilarating and wild that they wake back up immediately. So the first trick is to be a little chill about it.

And the second trick, the one I’m working on now, is to maintain focus. Meditation helps. Learning to focus on the cushion, being pulled away time and time again by chains of thoughts, but returning to one’s original focus, is good training for keeping balance in the dream. Because if one starts getting caught up in the story, just like in the “real world,” one loses oneself easily to illusions. And presence vanishes. 1

So I focused on being focused. I looked at my hands and then back at the environment and back at my hands. Back and forth —a little too hyper— but it had been a while. Then I forgot and started attending to what was happening. I forgot to come back to center and things gradually unraveled.

At one point with lucidity slipping, I asked this girl I was with in the dream how to get out of my loop. She stared into my soul but had no answer. (I may have binged watched a bit too much Westworld last week.)

In the final few minutes, I was in south Ecuador and saw the shadow of a large Incan god. While I was deciding what to do about it, and what to do next, my focus frayed. I made one last play to engage the environment by asking a kid if I could have a bite of his cool looking bird shaped ice-cream, but that wasn’t the type of engagement or focus I needed, and with the bite, I woke up.

It was delicious. I am going back soon.

P.S. If you are interested in this topic, I highly recommend Lucid Dreaming: Gateway to the Inner Self by Robert Waggoner.