The secrets of the universe lie hidden in the details of our experience. Look for them! – Pete
A Lucid Creation Dream, First Recorded 1/11/1991 at 4:10 AM
This dream differs in some ways from the original version I described in 1991. Memories of events change over time as we relive them in our dreams and imagination. New dreams and new recollections reshape the memory of our past as if trying to flesh them out or redefine them. What you read here is the fleshed out, refined version of the lucid dream I had January 11, 1991. You can compare this to the original version at: Evolution of a Dream. Enjoy it and take from it what you will.
I wake up behind the steering wheel of a car driving at high speed down an empty highway. An arched concrete bridge looms ahead, which is littered with tall weeds growing out of dirt and gravel accumulated from years of disuse. Anxious to reach my destination, wherever that may be, I continue driving at high speed. When I notice ducks foraging for food in the dirt and weeds on the bridge, an alarm goes off. Slamming on the brakes, I come to a screeching halt in a cloud of exploding dust and squawking ducks. Leaving the car parked sideways, I walk to the top of the bridge. A large section in the middle is missing. If I had kept going, I would have driven off the edge and crashed into the water and concrete below. Looking into the distance, I see my destination. It’s a lone farmhouse several miles down the road.
Determined to complete my journey, I leave the bridge and walk to the edge of the sheer cliff above the waterway. The creek or river bank is thirty to forty feet below. Short of jumping, I don’t see any way down. Desperate, I resort to wishful thinking and long for a way down the cliff – a tree, a rope, a ladder, anything will do. Suddenly, there it is, a tree is standing right in front of me! It’s just the right size and type to climb down. Reverting back to non-magical, earthbound thinking, I wonder how I could have missed it? Jumping across a small gap to a sturdy limb, I climb down the tree, thinking: I know this wasn’t here before or I would have seen it!
The water is dirty, muddy and smelly giving me second thoughts about wading or swimming to the other side. Resorting to magical thinking again, I long for another way to cross, one that will keep me clean and dry. As this wishful thought fades, I behold another “miracle”. Two mules are standing in the water right in front of me where none had stood before. One is white and the other black. They look like the two mules I pass every day in my bus on Starr Road in Windsor. Thrilled by such good fortune, I strip and bundle my clothes to keep them dry. Turning around in the water, the mules make it easier for me to mount them. To stay dry, I straddle the backs of both mules, stomach down, with an arm around each neck and a leg thrown over each broad back.
Walking side by side, belly to belly, the two mules carry me across the stream as I hug them in appreciation. On the other side, I jump down and hug them both again, still thinking they’re the same two mules I pass every day on Starr Road. After dressing, I say my goodbyes and leave for the farmhouse.
Just before I end the dream, I feel compelled to turn around. There, floating in the air a few feet away, is a magnificent framed portrait of the white mule’s head. It shows his left profile, ears pricked up as he thoughtfully looks into the distance. Suddenly, his head comes to life and he turns to face me. After giving me a big conspiratorial wink, he becomes a still life portrait once again. He looked so real, I found myself looking for the rest of his body beyond the frame, but to no avail. Such magic!
Driving north through Windsor the following day, I can’t wait to see the two mules on Starr Road. Usually they’re grazing peacefully, seemingly unaware of each other and their surroundings. But today, they stare at me intently and stand belly to belly, just as they did in my dream!
What a profound spiritual moment! Could these two mules have actually been in my dream with me? Is it possible for such real connections to exist between dreams and waking reality? Their behavior now says, yes! Wow, the memory of this experience still sends chills through me after all these years.
Pete, http://realtalkworld.com
We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience. Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
We create our own reality from what we choose to believe about ourselves, and the world around us.
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How you define yourself, and the world around you, forms your intent, which, in turn, forms your reality. - Seth
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