Dream of the Week: Positive Light
I'm in a large open field with a slight hill on an overcast afternoon. (A recurring landscape lately…). The scene opens with me walking down a small hill toward other people who seem to be playing a game or running a race. I appear to be a part of the game, and when I see an old boss and mentor, I run towards her. As I get closer, she seems to glow a little bit around the edges of her body and almost looks like she is made of two-dimensional paper. In seeing her change this way, I realize that I must be in a dream saying out loud, "this is a dream!" ⚡️
Now lucid, I stop short of her and ask if we are in my dream or in her dream. I know the truth, I just wish not to offend her. She freezes and becomes utterly inanimate for a few seconds. She then "comes back to life" in natural form (as in, no longer paper or glowing) and I tell her that it is my dream. This fact seems to calm her, and she grows excited. I ask her to join me so we can change this dream together. She runs over and stands behind me as I raise my arms to the side and shout to the sky, "I call the power of light!" (Which was not my intention or a goal I had ever considered, it just came out).
In saying this out loud, my voice grows in volume. At first, I am startled. I repeat again, "I call the power of light!" My voice grows - this time, I'm intrigued. One last time, I repeat the same phrase, and my voice becomes a booming, powerful entity the feels as big as this world itself. I feel a sense of overwhelming power as the clouds above swirl from white to gray and turn into an enormous cumulonimbus cloud in the shape of an evil face or perhaps even a skull. Above this face is a large, circular swirling ring of dark clouds and with a fiery center. I look into the fire and consider how menacing and ominous this presence feels.
I don't think that's what I meant to call forth.
I think for a moment, smile, and I say and cheekily, "I call the power of positive light," with an extra emphasis on the word positive.
With this change, a giant glass or crystal ring breaks free from the fire ring in the sky, comes hurling in my direction, and lands with a thud and a particular mechanical sound as it "clicks into place." It's landed inside of a pink building that is now next to me. The outer lines of the ring extend out of the building and go back in again.
Another smaller glass or crystal ring has attached to a street lamp directly above me. The ring has an ornate pattern around the edges of it, and I immediately know that I must fly through it.
Without effort, I fly forward and go through the ring, but there's an invisible membrane in the center that takes a little bit of effort to pass through. I even get stuck halfway. With a bit more energy, I push myself against the bottom of the ring and am launched forward into the sky.
Any sense of landscape has dropped off completely, and now I'm just soaring through the white clouds (though there's a sense of nighttime). This flight takes no effort. I'm moving at intense speeds, but I'm not really controlling it. I feel a new sense of energy pulsing through my body. I can hear music, but it's unclear if it's me singing or just general musical tones. The sound is coming from everywhere and nowhere.
I let the experience wash over me, feeling totally amazed! I wonder if I might be able to get into a meditation posture at this speed up here in the sky, so I turn myself upright. I can feel the dream fading, so I stop changing my body position, and I close my eyes to meditate. I wake up feeling great joy.
