Sky Mask, Tall Men, River Boats

Dream of the Week: Sky Mask, Tall Men, River Boats

This lucid dream is actually from last week, but you’re not keeping track, so I’m breaking the rules, again. The usual suspects of lucid dream disruption came to be this week including lazy mindfulness, weak intentions, and stress at work, and going to bed far too late. It always amazes me how easily I can tell the difference between a healthy, mindful week and a messy, cluttered week, just by looking at my dreams.

October 6, 2019
Dream #1420
Sky Mask, Tall Men, River Boats
(I couldn’t think of a better title)

I'm lying awake in bed at dawn, quietly dangling between wakefulness and sleep, otherwise known as hypnagogia. Before long, I’m pulled into a dark and barely forming dream scene. ⚡️ I’m in the passenger seat of a car, but I can just barely see. Although lucid, I struggle to gain control. In an effort to stabilize, I clumsily crawl out of the front window and jump into a pitch black sky. There's nothing to see here and I get the feeling that the dream has yet to catch up to me.

I decide to do nothing and see what happens. In the vast darkness, a gigantic face emerges. It's a red stylized mask with a devil vibe to it. (See Hannya). It’s speaking to me but I can’t hear it. I try to speak back, but I can’t hear my own voice. I fall back and land in cluttered room.

The room is wobbly and hazy so, I try various techniques to stabilize the dream. First, I shout, “stabilize!” Then, I rub my hands together which settles the room. I put my hands on the floor as if to “hold” the dream in place. This does the trick and I finally feel stable in the room.

The walls are painted blue with hardwood floors and stuff against the walls. It feels like a workshop. I notice two impossibly tall, lanky men standing nearby. One is ominous with black, gangly hair (think Noel Fielding). Another is a tree-person hybrid. I approach the ominous guy and his eyes bulge out of his head like something out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit. It's cartoonish and frightening but not really threatening.

The tree man swoops me up and looks at me delightfully. I ask him who he is. He says something like “baklava” but corrects himself with something equally silly that I don't understand. We both laugh at his gibberish. He walks me outside down a hill, places me down, and disappears.

The scene shifts and I'm on a river boat floating behind several boats in a group. A 10 year old Indian girl 10 is is sitting in front of me, rowing the boat. We’re at the end of the tour and come to a fork in the river. We're meant to go left and return, but she wants to go right to show me the flowers. We paddle to the right revealing an immensely beautiful area covered in marigolds of pink, orange, and red. As we paddle through the flowers, we come to local river boats. She has a crush on a boy in one of the boats and I realize why she wanted to come here. She paddles to his boat and they hug. I think it's very cute and wake up.