Dream

Jun 29, 2008 20:10


Early this morning I had a strange and powerful dream.  I couldn't find my Dream Journal and so opted to type it on the computer.  It was just so fascinating I can't help but to share.  Please forgive my rushed and rather sloppy style of writing; I was in a hurry to get it all down before I forgot!

The first thing I remember clearly is being an area that looked a hell of a lot like the room Dr. Grant and co. get trapped in in the movie “Jurassic Park”, only much bigger and with a podium, some stairs leading to an upper platform and more doors. And indeed this is exactly where we’re at in the dream. The situation is strikingly similar, too: the dinosaurs have escaped their enclosures and are out to get us. There are more people running around this time, however, and there’s a crowd of maybe 20 people in addition to me and Dr. Alan Grant hiding in the room. I don’t know these people and I have only a vague impression of them.

Dr. Grant has flicked the switch on the podium that electronically locks the main door, protecting us for the time-being. On the upper platform, I huddle closely with the leash firmly on a young 10-month-old German Shepherd puppy who looks just like Selene and whom I equate with Selene, yet at the same time I know it is definitely NOT Selene. Below there is a girl who looks to be around 12 years old with a rottweiler dog, also on a leash. She’s Dr. Grant’s daughter ( despite the fact that he had no children in the movies ), and how I know this fact is beyond me. I just do.

Anyway, Dr. Grant is busy helping someone when I notice the door coming open. In a panic, I rush to close it again, dragging my dog with me. I get to the switch and flick it, and am just in time to stop some vicious raptors from getting in. However, something upstairs distracts me ( I forget what ), and when I next turn the door is open and the raptors are lunging in. It is too late to lock the door now…we have to run!

All around me raptors are jumping on people, killing them with their teeth and deadly claws. One spies me and chases me, snapping its jaws viciously. I run upstairs and move at just the right time so that, when it jumps, it falls into a bottomless pit that looks like a well. As it drops it screams something about me not eating meat, and it sounds jealous for some reason.

I turn to see Dr. Grant leading the way forward towards the original electronically-locked door that the raptors came through. His daughter and I race behind him. His daughter’s dog stops briefly to snarl and bite at a raptor that comes too close, and the raptor bites back, but I cannot tell if it bit the dog. Dr. Grant shoos it away before leading us on. I have complete confidence in him and what he is doing, and for some reason the raptors part before him, not really as if they’re afraid of him, but they definitely don’t want to get too close to him for some reason.

Now there is a new threat: turns out those bitten by the raptors become some strange type of zombie, completely without their former conscience and intent on killing whatever they can catch. We see some of these people around us.

When we at last reach the door it is fully open and the outside is moving, as though we are in a ride that is moving, and we see more of the raptor/zombie nightmare taking place in an outdoor setting. Dr. Grant waits, so so do I. No dinos or zombies attack us for some reason.

When at last the room stops, we rush out into a street. It is the street in Hawaii that leads uphill to where Colleena and her family live. Dr. Grant, his daughter, me, and our dogs are the only ones who have made it out of the room alive.

Now we hurry up the street, to where I do not know, but we have to hurry because Hawaii is not safe either. There are some normal people walking around, but also a few zombies. We steer clear of the zombies as much as we can, but they seem to have it in for us. A zombie zeros in on “Selene” and she tries to protect me, barking at the zombie and barring its path, though her and the creature never really touch.

A problem has developed with Dr. Grant’s daughter’s dog, however: it’s going rabid. It starts to foam at the mouth and bites at the zombies getting too close to its girl, only to turn as if to bite her. Dr. Grant is understandably upset. He struggles with the zombies and the dog, waving a lighted torch he somehow ended up with at them.

But it’s too late for his daughter: now she’s rabid too. She begins targeting her dad, and now even more zombies move in. It looks hopeless.

At that moment I remember I can fly, and prepare to do so. “Selene” turns into a tiny black-lab puppy so she’ll be easier to carry. Dr. Grant gives me a sad, grave look that says he wants me to fly off and save myself - although he was protecting both of us, he won’t abandon his daughter no matter what.

I nod back sadly and launch into the air, hugging my puppy tightly in my hands, straining for altitude with the mostly-invisible wings I now have. The zombies very quickly can’t reach me, and after the fact they don’t even try. They all turn to easier prey. When I am maybe forty or fifty feet up I watch as Dr. Grant is killed by his daughter and drops to the sidewalk. However, I know he is not truly dead: it was merely time for our paths to part. The next part of this journey I must undertake on my own ( with the puppy ).

I fly for what seems like a long time with only the puppy for company, too afraid to land because I don’t know how far the zombie infection has spread. Through night and day I search for some safe haven, needing neither rest, food, nor water. The puppy in my arms seems more innocent than ever. The landscape beneath me is slowly changing.

One night ( I can’t tell how many have passed ) I’m flying near a bay-like area, a bright moon giving me plenty of light. A HUGE ( and I mean MUCH bigger than Titanic ) shipwreck is in my path, its enormous rear-end protruding hundreds of feet out of shallow water and leaning against the side of an even bigger monolith, as though the front end is buried deep under sand and silt. The ship is made of metal and steel and uniformly grey in color. I think that I am coming at it too fast, and I want to fly around or above it rather than under the arc formed by its rear and the monolith, as I have an uneasy feeling about doing that and remember somehow somewhere hearing that the ship is haunted. But I am there before I have time to gain height or swerve around, and I fly under the dangerous arc anyway. I emerge on the other side safely, but right after I’m clear the monster ship’s rear begins to crumble and plummet to the ocean’s floor. I was lucky!

Flying a short distance more, I encounter a strange city of skyscrapers and tall buildings built up from the relatively shallow bottom of a strange sea. These people definitely live above the water and have constructed all their dwellings on large concrete structures and rocks to keep them above the water’s surface. It is not that late at night, and I am getting a bit lonely. I haven’t heard from the zombies since Hawaii and now I know I am in another world far, far away. I have a strong feeling there are no monsters here, so I go ahead and make to visit the city.

I enter an upper floor of a skyscraper by flying through an open window. I am immediately in a pub/restaurant type of atmosphere, and people are sitting at tables all around. Though I sense they are not dangerous and cannot really harm me, I get a feeling that these people are strange and somewhat sinister. As I fly down the hall several ask me for or out-and-out grab at my puppy. I hold it close. A chef comes out, gives me a creepy grin, and asks for my puppy. I think that these people here like to eat dogs, and I firmly refuse to let them anywhere near my puppy. They are bummed out, but don’t really try to take the animal by force.

Flying around the building I see that the atmosphere is very French in style with passionate colors ( mostly red ), romantic setups, and a multitude of little “tables for two” with petite chairs that have their back-wires worked into little heart shapes. Some of the tables are outside on a balcony overlooking the rest of the city. Despite this, most people are sitting at these table alone, and I think it odd and that there is something wrong with these people. They don’t feel evil, just…backward. Strange.

Finally, for the first time in a long time, I land, with my feet touching the floor. No-one seems to care that I’m there. I feel drawn to a certain room and enter it. The whole room is dark, but when I enter a small dull glow illuminates a small wooden table, and I walk over to it. The door shuts behind me.

There is nothing on the table, but it feels special and significant somehow. Suddenly, a male voice says to me “Happy birthday.”

I am startled: there’s no-one around. I don’t get the feeling that a physical being is there at all.

“Happy birthday?” I say ( or think, can’t really tell which ), “But my birthday is January 5th…today isn’t my birthday!”

“No,” The Voice says “You were born a day before the planet was, 99,815 years ago.”

Well, this information shocks my socks off. I know somehow that The Voice doesn’t mean to say that the Earth is only 99,815 year old, but that, in this case, “born” has more than one meaning. I remember pondering on this, and wondering if The Voice means to say that my soul was actually born then, or if I was reborn in a “spiritual” sense, or if the planet in question isn’t Earth at all and rather the one I inhabit now in this dimension, which I know to be a separate dimension than the one I inhabit in waking life.

In any case, I note the number as highly important and vow to remember it. I keep repeating it over and over so as not to forget.

At this I know that I am an older soul, though definitely not among the oldest and one who still has a way to go. I feel proud and accomplished. The whole room suddenly has a King-Arthur-and-Golden-Age feel to it.

The Voice, which I interpret to be a spiritual helper/guide/higher being, does not elaborate despite the many questions I have about what it meant. I am supposed to figure this out on my own.

Instead, it tells me that my birthday present is a type of Spirit Quest. I am learning much and I have an opportunity to learn even faster. Explore! Find out what’s out there! Face my fears! It’s an adventure in the making.

I leave the room feeling accomplished and proud, and I keep repeating the number mentally.

Outside, sitting and standing at a table in a covered area of a balcony, are three teenaged girls. It is morning now and they are watching the mammoth ships like the one I saw before sail through the streets to deliver people and goods. These ships strike me as so strange because their “rear” ends rise above the water at an outrageous tilt which makes it look as though they should be way too front-heavy to stay afloat. More, the water is shallow. Much too shallow to float hulking monsters THAT big.

I look down into the water. It has a greenish tint to it, is very clear, and I can see that the bottom is composed of rough ridges of jagged orange rock and sand. Most of the people seem afraid of the water and live far above it in the high-rises. Some, however, like it, and are content to live on lower levels, walking alongside it on floating sidewalks or even swimming.

I approach the three teenaged girls. They are talking like uneducated and unenlightened beings, and I know that, in spirit, they are younger than me. A girl with short blonde hair styled up into a kinda spiky style and wearing a pink shirt rises to meet me. She feels familiar somehow, though I can’t explain why. She feels she and her friends know more than me and are better than me ( at least they don’t grab for my puppy ). Amused, I ask what group she is in. She says she and her girls are the Pendragons, and that they are more spiritually evolved than most people around here. I ask something about the Pendragons ( I can’t remember what ), and the girl gives me and answer that I know is blatantly false. They start to laugh at me, as though I am mentally retarded.

“You lie,” I say, “but that’s okay.” I then tell them my age, and they seem shocked and instantly regretful. The lead girl, and the one who feels familiar somehow, cries and asks for my forgiveness. I hug her, tell her it is alright, and that I’m on a spirit journey and must continue on my way. She understands, and before I jump off the balcony to fly away they give me and my puppy something invisible which I can’t describe but which I equate with food and rest to aid me on my journey.

Flying onward, puppy still in hand, I leave the France-like city of water, skyscrapers, and giant ships.

I haven’t gone far before a jungle-island full to the brim with topical plants and more lush greenery than seems possible comes into view. There is a “buffer-zone” of vegetation set off on the island by two red lines of thread or something that run over it. A sign says that this is the edge of the city I just left’s limits and that the buffer-zone is the safe zone. I fly into it and am starting to go past when I hear a familiar voice.

Turning around, I see Mom standing in the foliage in the middle of the buffer-zone. I fly back to her and she tells me that there is a giant spider up ahead. I look over and see a giant spider-web covering a bunch of trees, but, as of yet, no spider.

This is my next trial, Mom tells me. But I don’t have to worry yet because I get a break before I have to deal with it. She tells me to remember as much of my experiences here as I can, because I am about to go “back”. I focus on remembering.

Then I wake up.

Notes:

* I view Dr. Grant as someone lucky, trustworthy, and reliable with a good head on his shoulders and the type of person you’d want to have with you in an emergency. I see him definitely as a protective force. In this case, I think he was a spirit-guide or protector who took on the form of Dr. Grant so I would recognize him as such.

* I think the puppy/dogs in this dream symbolized childlike innocence and purity.

* The France-like city is real. It’s on another world in another dimension. It is not accessible to us Earthlings through any means except the spiritual. I don’t know how I know this, I just do.

* I’m still not sure exactly what “…born a day before the planet was, 99,815 years ago” means. I just remember that the number fascinated me. I have some theories, but it’s something The Voice left for me to ponder over.
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