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A Calm & Bouyant Awakening
Feb. 21st, 2007 11:54 amSome people say that we travel in our dreams. Do we travel? Do we meet people we've known or will know in our life (or lives) or are we drawn to stories - like in Quantum Leap - where our actions make a difference in the outcome of an event? Do we witness things that we need to see? Maybe we travel as active participants or perhaps we travel only as observers. Last night,, I traveled. I went through a series of four or five sequences, though I only clearly recall the final three.
In the first sequence, I was in a plaza tower, at a hair salon. My hair was being cut in a style very much like by favorite cut (evah) that I got before going into NYC one time. There is a photo on the living room bureau. I felt fantastic when leaving the salon. A bounce in my step as I left the building and proceeded down a large ramp structure toward something. I was in a high state of self-confidence.
The next scene had me entering a parking garage. I knew my car was somewhere within but I didn't know just where. Usually in a sequence of this nature I become fear-filled and anxious as I search again and again futilely without finding my car. This time however, I met The Parking Attendant. A man of indeterminate race with black hair a mustache and paunch in a blue uniform. He, upon hearing me tell him that I knew my car was here, but not exactly where, immediately offered assistance. He swept his hand to the side (left hand) to show me just how BIG the place was... Unimaginable width, length, and depth to the place. The cars went on forever into darkness. We started traversing upward counter-clockwise around a solid center, up and up a spiral ramp. I knew that there was space to my far right but never looked that way. He had me travel close to the interior wall to my left indicating the descent trail of vehicles leaving to our direct right (though I not once saw a departing vehicle). After a while I noticed that we hadn't once stopped on any level to look for my car when suddenly we were walking along a wide, carpeted hallway. The carpet behan - appearing with the same markings as the garage floor - and then merged into a scarlet middle with golden borders. It felt rich beneath my feet and the surroundings also "felt" sumptous. I might've asked him about why we were walking without really searching (I am not sure) because he started telling me how lonely he was since he had lost his wife years ago. He hadn't been able to play the guitar since she had gone. That he was glad I had arrived to stand in her stead... There was nothing sinister about this, though I felt he was now leading me to a tower-top abode, where I would abide, with him. No confusion, no fear, no questioning, nothing but knowing that this was so. I felt at peace.
Then I was in a room that I knew had at least three other people in it. where I could see only one person clearly across to my left and another periphally sitting to my direct left. It was a large and comfortable room. We were each seated in comfortable arm chairs with a book in each of our hands - the same book. Leather bound, thick, with creamy pages filled with typeset words. The woman across from me had an afghan type crocheted shawl across her shoulders and it was her turn to read aloud. While she read I knew that many more could hear her reading the story other than those of us who sat in the room. And that all of us each had our own copy of the book. These people were located in rooms surrounding ours going on for I don't know how far.
She stopped and smiled at me. I knew it was my turn, my first time perhaps, to read aloud. I may have exchanged words with her, the person to my left, and an elderly woman to my right that was sitting unseen behind a tall wooden bookcase that stuck out from the wall behind my chair.
I looked down and began to read. At first I only read what I saw, but then I saw spaces opening up between the lines of text and my voice began to read what was in the spaces. at first I tried to fight it but then I realized that it gave more meaning to the story. I knew everyone could hear me speaking. Then a large gap appeared between a couple of lines and I knew a song was there. Going with that feeling,I began to sing in my voice. Then my voice - this was all coming from my stomach through my throat and out of my mouth - became richer, fuller... A gigantic sound that became more than one voice and tone. All this, still coming from just me, and that blank space. I was singing a chorus of vocal parts - soprano to bass. When the bass started I was startled but I felt approval from The Others seated around me, above, below, and boyond as well. I could hear myself directly as well as how each of the others heard me. It was astoundingly beautiful, it was me.
I awoke feeling full of peace, relaxed and refreshed.. bouyant.
I also felt very connected to my recently passed grandmother and I was reminded of The Lovely Bones and What Dreams May Come. I wonder if my grandfather knew how to play the guitar?
In the first sequence, I was in a plaza tower, at a hair salon. My hair was being cut in a style very much like by favorite cut (evah) that I got before going into NYC one time. There is a photo on the living room bureau. I felt fantastic when leaving the salon. A bounce in my step as I left the building and proceeded down a large ramp structure toward something. I was in a high state of self-confidence.
The next scene had me entering a parking garage. I knew my car was somewhere within but I didn't know just where. Usually in a sequence of this nature I become fear-filled and anxious as I search again and again futilely without finding my car. This time however, I met The Parking Attendant. A man of indeterminate race with black hair a mustache and paunch in a blue uniform. He, upon hearing me tell him that I knew my car was here, but not exactly where, immediately offered assistance. He swept his hand to the side (left hand) to show me just how BIG the place was... Unimaginable width, length, and depth to the place. The cars went on forever into darkness. We started traversing upward counter-clockwise around a solid center, up and up a spiral ramp. I knew that there was space to my far right but never looked that way. He had me travel close to the interior wall to my left indicating the descent trail of vehicles leaving to our direct right (though I not once saw a departing vehicle). After a while I noticed that we hadn't once stopped on any level to look for my car when suddenly we were walking along a wide, carpeted hallway. The carpet behan - appearing with the same markings as the garage floor - and then merged into a scarlet middle with golden borders. It felt rich beneath my feet and the surroundings also "felt" sumptous. I might've asked him about why we were walking without really searching (I am not sure) because he started telling me how lonely he was since he had lost his wife years ago. He hadn't been able to play the guitar since she had gone. That he was glad I had arrived to stand in her stead... There was nothing sinister about this, though I felt he was now leading me to a tower-top abode, where I would abide, with him. No confusion, no fear, no questioning, nothing but knowing that this was so. I felt at peace.
Then I was in a room that I knew had at least three other people in it. where I could see only one person clearly across to my left and another periphally sitting to my direct left. It was a large and comfortable room. We were each seated in comfortable arm chairs with a book in each of our hands - the same book. Leather bound, thick, with creamy pages filled with typeset words. The woman across from me had an afghan type crocheted shawl across her shoulders and it was her turn to read aloud. While she read I knew that many more could hear her reading the story other than those of us who sat in the room. And that all of us each had our own copy of the book. These people were located in rooms surrounding ours going on for I don't know how far.
She stopped and smiled at me. I knew it was my turn, my first time perhaps, to read aloud. I may have exchanged words with her, the person to my left, and an elderly woman to my right that was sitting unseen behind a tall wooden bookcase that stuck out from the wall behind my chair.
I looked down and began to read. At first I only read what I saw, but then I saw spaces opening up between the lines of text and my voice began to read what was in the spaces. at first I tried to fight it but then I realized that it gave more meaning to the story. I knew everyone could hear me speaking. Then a large gap appeared between a couple of lines and I knew a song was there. Going with that feeling,I began to sing in my voice. Then my voice - this was all coming from my stomach through my throat and out of my mouth - became richer, fuller... A gigantic sound that became more than one voice and tone. All this, still coming from just me, and that blank space. I was singing a chorus of vocal parts - soprano to bass. When the bass started I was startled but I felt approval from The Others seated around me, above, below, and boyond as well. I could hear myself directly as well as how each of the others heard me. It was astoundingly beautiful, it was me.
I awoke feeling full of peace, relaxed and refreshed.. bouyant.
I also felt very connected to my recently passed grandmother and I was reminded of The Lovely Bones and What Dreams May Come. I wonder if my grandfather knew how to play the guitar?
