Dreams can be so bizarre can’t they!
A few of particular note come to mind, in the order they happened.
I was 4, the first real intense dream I had where I can still remember salient flashes – sounds a bit weird at first, but it’s not what you think! I was laying in bed, when a bald man in Egyptian attire entered the room. He approached me an breathed into me ear, which transported us, flying over egypt. Except, he’d transformed into the boy king, and he was holding my hand flying me across the nile and over pyramids of Giza.
My Mum recounted to me how I began singing a song: “I can see the pyramids from across the water.” I also began drawing pictures of pyramids and Egyptian homes and got a little obsessed with it. It remained to be a bit mystical to me throughout my life.
By far the most vivid and deep dream I’ve ever had – I woke up feeling disconnected from myself, it was so surreal – I was 11 or 12 at this point (you can really see the influence of movies on my imagination here haha).
All of a sudden, I became aware I was in a place. I looked at my arms, I had the arms and body of a grown man, say of 40 years. I was with some other explorers, and we were inside huge cavern, like a hemisphere. There was light just emanating from the walls, illuminating the cavern. There were many small stone houses, dilapidated, roofs collapsed, grey stones sinking into the layer of earth over the eons.
We walked down a central path to a corridor at the end. A long downward tunnel to the edge of a mountain – we were inside the mountain all along. There was an old 18th or 19th century structure made of iron girders, in an inset shaft carved into the side of the mountain, going down to the bottom. We climbed precariously down, and made it, exiting in the base of a valley.
In the valley was a village. So cliche, there was a wise old man whom we spoke with. We inquired about something we were looking for, can’t remember what exactly. He took us to the other side of the mountain, at its base. There was an opening, a short, 1m corridor into the rock, leading to a cavern. He said, so cliche, “here is as far as I can take you…” and left us there.
We entered the cavern, a dim glow of sunlight through the corridor just subtly illuminating the wall to the right as you enter. It was huge, tall and deep: the wall was covered in inscriptions. Inset into the wall was a staircase that appeared to go on forever, the torchlight revealed no bottom.
I can’t remember the details, but I knew in the dream what we were searching for. Some sort of mystical inner earth. I called down into the stairs, and up roared a bellow of air – a force picked us up, levitating in suspension beside the dry leaves that had made their way in.
Something from deep within the earth spoke up, and probed us for our intentions. It wasn’t a voice in sound, but something that seemed to speak to us from within.
After learning of our wish to explore this place and learn what lies within, we were told we were not ready to learn what we were seeking, and were gently lowered to the ground.
Then the dream ended.
This one is a bit of an odd recurring dream I’ve had recently. One time it happened 6 times in the same month. I don’t remember dreams as well as I used to, probably because I smoke a lot of weed.
I’d just wake up with disconnected images of some crazy adventure, and the only thing of significance I remembered was the recurring element.
I’d end up in some house through some convoluted story, and then I’d find this hidden away little door. This door would be some dark crawlspace that I could get inside. It’d be dark and scary, but when I crawled through, I’d end up inside another room.
But this room was not in the same building, instead I’d end up in an infinitely large building. I’d leave the room, and go into the corridor – nothing by more corridors and rooms in every direction, like that entire universe was just an eternally extant block of flats.