Climb into the Photo

Dream of the Week: Climb into the Photo

I'm in a large classroom kind of environment that's filled with people, including several of my friends from high school, other acquaintances, and strangers all gathered in the seats neatly lined up. I seem to be the instructor, and I'm walking down a long aisle explaining the fundamentals of sleep and dream techniques.

I begin talking about lucid dreaming, and it occurs to me that I'm, in fact dreaming right now! ⚡️

Now lucid, I tell everyone to hold up the photograph that they brought with them to this dream workshop. I instruct the students to achieve their own lucidity by stepping into their photo in whatever way makes the most sense to them.

I do the same with mine, which is a picture of a starry night sky. I place the photograph facedown above my head with the intent of pulling it down over me so that I enter into the scene. When I first try this, the picture hits the top of my head, and I laugh at this silly failed attempt. I try again with more intention, holding both my hands tightly to the photograph and pulling it down over my head with more force.

This time, I successfully go through the photo and come up into the scene, where I'm now sitting on a suburban sidewalk at night. There are endless stars filling the sky and lots of trees surrounding the area. Other than that I am there on my own.

I consider what to do next and decide to directly call out to the dream and say, "Why is this important for me to see?" I hear a very distant and faint male voice begin to speak, but it's too quiet for me to understand. I ask the question again, and the voice speaks a bit louder, but I still can't hear it clearly. I can make out that it's saying something about dreams, but it's still much too faint - barely a whisper.

I'm super excited by this notion of the dream telling me about dreaming, and I desperately want to know what it's saying. I decide to fly up to a tree, thinking that I'll get closer to the voice once there. It continues to speak as I launch into the air toward a tree that has a giant bird carved into the top of its trunk. Once I reach the top of the tree, I listen for the voice again, but it stopped... and I wake up.