Learning to Dream
This is not a process which responds directly to force or will. Learning to Dream, you can take all of the right steps and practise them religiously, but that will not guarantee you a result. There is a transformation that has to occur, plus an alignment of a number of proper conditions. Some are under your control, if you know what you’re doing. Others are not.
Intent is vital, as is setting your purpose, and repeated practise, yet equally important is, once you’ve done those three, letting go, not rehearsing, just going about your daily habits and waiting for the energy to become right.
I’m going to begin to use two of my old triggers again to prime myself for lucidity. I’m marking my hands as a visual reminder to reality check. They are also to serve as a dreamsign. I wasn’t going to bother with the dreamsign process or with intense journaling of my dreaming, but I may do as a way to make sure I’m in the right frame of mind to retain the details.
Last night I had a few intense dreams in which I was totally immersed. One where I was provoking a dangerous fellow who had serious issues with abusing and belittling women, including with weapons. I set him off on purpose, to get my point across to him that he was not fooling me and demonstrate his true nature to those around us, but I had a dual conversation going on- one with him, where I manipulated him as I liked, and one internal, where I studied what I did and how and discussed with myself the potential results- those were quite frightening as I lived alone and not far away, but I am often the warrior type when I dream.
The second one to mention, I loved the whole dream. I was with another group, this one friendly and special, and there was a visiting foreign man, a beautiful black man with magical abilities, yet the dream wasn’t primarily about his magic. It was simply a given that he was special and then regular life went on around him.
We were all sitting around a kitchen table, discussing a topic I’ve forgotten, when I looked up to see the house next door was on fire. I sort of stuttered, trying to get the words out (because the house was connected to the room we were sitting in, so it was really like the fire was in the next room) and find a bucket of water all at once. Everyone jumped up and someone produced a hose and the neighbor’s kitchen was soon doused.
Funnily enough, then no one wanted to tell the neighbor what happened. My mother said she’d warned them not to build over that part of the house. The fire had come up through the furnace grates. There were several different kinds of fire in there and while the vents shot it from the floor like a torch, the ceiling had a gentler, almost invisible flame that is what alerted me. So we left their kitchen, smoky and soaked, and went back. I’ve been seeing a lot of fire and water. Red and blue energy in disguise.
We all went our separate ways in the large house. There were children in the hallways dressed in white, playing. Sadly, again my details are lacking, but I became aware there was an emergency and went down to the main floor to find the man gravely ill. He couldn’t stand on his own, so I took his bodyweight and helped him to the floor. I offered comfort and while I wasn’t actively working to heal him, I was using subtle methods as I tried to calm him.
He was ashamed to have me see him ill and tried to convince me to leave, but then collapsed and was sick across the length of the floor, long ropy greenish things came out of him, volumes of them. And then the seriousness of things seemed to level off a bit, as if that helped, he was getting better, but he wasn’t out of danger.
We underwent a sort of bonding, a close contact exchange that let me know he was grateful for the help and truly needed it and that I was effective and we’d come through it together, linked now in a way. No obvious thrilling energy exchanges this time, but something happened.
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