I had a dream last night that I can’t quite shake. I have not had a dream like this since my previous post. Most nights, I no longer dream. Perhaps someone can help me to interpret this dream like the last one.
I don’t quite recall the beginning of the dream, it was more like a story that begins in media res. I was with a group of people, around my age. They were very diverse, and I seemed to know them quite well. We were having a conversation about the classes that we were taking. The strange part about this was that the classes were for learning how to wield and practicing the usage of psychic abilities.
We had just left one of these classes, and it felt like we were on a break in the middle of an urban area, in the middle of a big city. We were on a sidewalk. I began using my psychic abilities to fly around. So did the others. We all flew to a rooftop, and settled atop it. I was the last to land on top of the roof, and I remember holding my breath and pulling a vacuum to assist me in settling down slowly on top of the roof. The other students were impressed by how graceful my landing was, and immediately asked for the technique on how I did that, which I explained to them. We were all very excited.
Time shifts, or perhaps I don’t remember certain sections of the dream. I was in a large building, it looked like a conference room with a stage, like a hotel conference hall for business retreats. There was an old man giving lessons on the stage. During the lesson, he had assistants rotating around the room, handing out lesson materials. The first of those materials were a clipboard with buttons and chess pieces on them. The exercise was to move them around with our minds. I focused on the objects, and felt a tug in my head, like a change in pressure in my sinuses. Whichever piece that I focused on moved around the clipboard. I turned to a person sitting next to me and exclaimed that I was surprised at how intuitive it was. I compared my control of the objects to the controls of a video game.
The assistants came around again and replaced the clipboard and pieces with wooden spoons. The object here was to make the spoon spin in the air, which I did as well. The pressure in my head began feeling more like a sinus headache, and I knew somehow that I was pushing myself too hard, so I stopped. Strange, considering that I was effortlessly flying earlier in the dream without any such discomfort, although I suppose it was only for a few moments, only long enough to get on top of the building with my fellow students.
(An aside: Regarding the other dream that I posted, the similarities to the Matrix had been lost on me until someone read the dream and pointed them out to me. This time, the similarities were extremely apparent, even within the dream. I distinctly had the feeling that the spoon did not exist, and that the realization of this fact would allow me to do what I wanted with it. This does not feel like an accident. Since I had my initial dream, I have been using the mantra “there is no spoon” frequently in waking life to remind myself of the ephemeral nature of the reality in which we live. It may sound cheesy, or that I am intentionally ripping off the Wachowski’s, but it is what it is.)
At any rate, time shifted yet again. This time, it was clear that I had gone to sleep, and was now in a car on my way to the conference hall for more lessons. I was carpooling with the students at the beginning of the dream, and one of the other students whose name I never got were bemoaning the fact that we had forgotten our computers, so we could not take notes.
This time, we were late to the lesson. We snuck in and sat down, trying not to attract too much attention to ourselves, but our efforts failed. The old man who was teaching up on stage got down off of the stage and began walking between the rows of chairs filled with people, demonstrating another psychic technique. He held his hands together and moved them in a circle, like he held an invisible ball. Energy, blue and transparent, looking like wind come to life, formed into a bubble in his hands. As he was doing this, I mimicked his actions.
Have you ever placed your hands close together and felt an energy between them? As I mimicked him, I felt much the same sensation. My efforts started forming the whisps of what he had created within my own hands, but I could not fully manifest what he had. He came over to me and pushed the ball of energy towards me through the air, over the heads of the people sitting in front of me. Reacting almost automatically, I caught it in between my hands and held it there, suspended in the air. I could feel the heat radiating from the bubble of energy. I passed it back to the teacher, who passed it again to me with a smile on his face. This time, I could feel that I was not strong enough to hold it any longer, and could feel the pain in my sinuses again. So, as the bubble of energy soared through the air towards me, I put my index finger out and popped it. As I did so, I felt the heat on my finger intensely, like I had dipped my finger into boiling water for a moment, but then the heat subsided. The rest of the people attending the lecture gasped, some laughed, and the teacher laughed too. Then, I woke up.
I continue to have these dreams that feel like messages. I can’t shake the feeling that I am experiencing coded symbolism revealing information that reinforces the idea that reality is not what it seems. Apart from that, I cannot tell what lesson this dream was meant to confer.
I am of two (or more) minds on the issue, because a part of me believes that my own beliefs and fixations could be causing a mental feedback loop affecting my waking and dormant mind. I am curious to hear others’ thoughts on this issue. It is so difficult to tell what is true these days.
I took out a spoon this morning and tried moving it with my mind. No luck! :)