The Shadow Bear

Dream of the Week: The Shadow Bear

Quick Setup: This week, I doubled up on prioritizing great sleep for myself. September was far too busy and I desperately needed to refocus my attention on duration and quality of sleep. my recall was through the roof! 32 dreams in a single week is the highest I’ve ever recorded with multiple nights seeing 6+ dreams. When I get out of sleep-balance and then re-attune myself, the benefits are immediately known. Prioritizing great sleeps leads to happier days and even better dreams! Always focus on great sleep and get more of it!

Dream #1,400
The Shadow Bear

⚡️ I'm lying in bed, sensing that the conditions are right for a waking induced lucid dream (WILD). I begin hearing distant buzzing sounds and realize that I'm on the right track. I'm able to maintain a strict body position and stay focused. I soon feel the sensation of being pulled forward, and the buzzing sound gets louder, signaling that I'm going into a dream. The scene is dark but forming. I see small purple lights above me as though I am passing through a tunnel.

Eventually, I come out of the tunnel and into a fully realized city scene in the middle of an overcast day. With lucid awareness, I'm sitting up in a bed that is floating above the city streets. I'm wearing a long, flowing black dress. I crawl around the bed, look at the city, and think about what to do next. The bed disappears, and day becomes night.

Now on the ground, I explore the city streets looking to chat with dream characters. I encounter a woman who seems slightly afraid of me when I say hello. She doesn't have much to say. I keep waking and notice clusters of plain white billboards stacked on top of each other up the sides of buildings. Hovering just above me is a cluster of closed umbrellas in different colors, all covered in water drops. I have no idea what to make of it.

I walk toward the end of a city block and encounter another woman. She seems to have a lively quality to her, so I say hello. She tells me that she doesn't have anything interesting to say, but says that there might be something interesting for me to see around the corner.

It’s very dark and very ominous where she wants me to, and I’m terrified. I take a deep breath and decide to face it. I walk forward, turn the corner, and see nothing but darkness and a slight orange glow. A sense of dread overtakes me as I can hear the deep, growling sound of an enormous creature obscured from view. The gnarls intensify as I walk toward it, my heart pounding. Huge, bulging eyes emerge from the darkness as I get closer. It's taking a lot of will power not to run away or wake up.

After a few moments of tip-toeing forward, I'm standing face-to-face with the creature - an impossibly gigantic brown bear growling ferociously at me with dripping fangs. Trembling but steadfast, I extend my arms out as if to invite it in for a hug. I nervously try to comfort the bear by saying things like, "It's OK. Don't worry; everything is alright. We're gonna be fine. We're the same. It's OK; it's OK." As I say these words, the bear shrinks and shrinks by the moment until it becomes a small, wiry, goat-like thing who looks like a thin, sad puppy. I wake up.