Sep 202004
 

There comes a time in a girl’s life when she has to make a choice and stick to it. If you’ve read my stories, you probably know by now I’ve tried many different paradigms and truths. One truth that makes sense to me is that the world is a dream. I’ve had my fun and games trying to figure out reality and coming up with many different interpretations of why the universe is the way it is. In the Yoga tradition, my attempt is called Jnana Yoga which is the path of wisdom. I prefer Bhakti Yoga, the path of love, which is enjoying things the way they are and asking no questions. This path involves trust. In a way, it’s like buying something which is a really good bargain, probably a “back of the lorry” job. I know it’s dodgy but I get it anyway. “Ask no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.” This is the paradigm of dreams.

Last night I had a dream about an ex boyfriend who rescued me from some chemical leakage. We plunged into the sea just before it exploded. What was that all about? He was a dreamboat I fancied years ago who I was determined to go out with and I did. In my dream, he looked exactly the same as when I had first met him. As for why I created that dream, who cares!

I see the universe as a dream. We are collectively dreaming. I am either dreaming awake or dreaming I’m asleep and dreaming, which is a double dream. It’s like watching a movie, and in the movie, the main character is watching television where he’s watching a movie, and in that movie is a woman watching a movie….Get the picture? A dream within a dream within a dream…ad infinitum. To fully awake, or experience cosmic consciousness, is to realise that all is a dream. Reality is the formless state. The formless state is the silence, stillness, the void, where there are no concepts; and it is within the formless that forms arise. It is only when you live in a state of formlessness that you realise that you are in a dream, the universe is a dream, the world of forms are dreams, and like all dreams they are changeable. As the lucid dreamer, i.e. one who is aware s/he is dreaming, I can change a dream in an instant by dreaming a new dream or dissolving a dream I don’t like.

Here are a few dreams I would like to share with you.

I’m on a bus, again, and I’m feeling cold as there is a dream breeze coming through the window. I want the window closed but I can’t be bothered to shut it.

The Voice within says: “the windows are closed.”
“Yeah right, and I am the Queen of England! What a complete nutter!”

I change my attention to other thoughts. I suddenly hear a slam. A dream hand from another dream body has shut the window. When other dream passengers get on they shut the other windows. Smashing!

This happened two dream days ago. I am on a bus and it’s raining, no ordinary rain this, it’s chucking it down. I’m glad I’m not out there as there’s one thing I can’t stand about the dream realm – rain. After a few minutes I’m bored with the rain. Time for a change of scenery. I can see blue skies and the sun’s out in its full glory; ooh and it’s suddenly turned warm. At least that’s what’s going on in my dream reality. Even though it’s pelting it down outside, all I can see is sunshine. Jimmy Cliff’s song lyrics come to mind: “Look all around, there’s nothing but blue skies, Look straight ahead, there’s nothing but blue skies.” Before you can say “raining cats and dogs,” the sun’s out and it feels very warm, just like in my dream. At one point the sun’s rays are glaring at me as if to say “You called?” Easy sun rays, I don’t want my dream eyes going dream blind now, do I?

Speaking of rain, I have a dream umbrella that I like to keep neatly folded and tucked away in my bag. I feel it’s such a waste to have to open it after spending a good few minutes folding it so neatly. So I have a pact with the dream realm that wherever I am, it should always be dry. There is a dream story associated with this umbrella, which I acquired about two months ago. I had another brolly which had gone way past its “use-by” date. The brolly was a health and safety hazard, with spokes hanging out ready to poke the odd unsuspecting pedestrian. I hadn’t got round to buying myself a new brolly but I carried it, just in case. I had spotted, on my journey, a particular dreamscape (aka landscape) that I hadn’t yet explored in sleep dream or awake dream.

One day I had this idea to explore this dreamscape. It was one of those urgent “need to do it” feelings. I was genuinely curious to see how far the path in the dreamscape went. I walked as far as I could and then it started spitting. I wasn’t in the mood to walk in the rain. I told the rain to stop and behave itself. It did for a while and it started again. I so wished I had a proper umbrella. I decided I would end my walk and catch the bus home. On my way to the bus stop, right there on the main road was a black dream object. It was a brand new umbrella on top of one of those electrical boxes on the side of the road. This is the kind of dream road where you hardly see pedestrians. People are either in their cars, on public transports oryou might notice the occasional mad dream woman going for a walk. It now made sense why I needed to go on that walk at that particular time of the day. I chucked out my old brolly and replaced it with the new. I have only used it once so far. Like I said, I prefer to have my brolly neatly folded in my bag; it looks much nicer that way.

Let’s return to my bus journey story. Later, on the same day, I’m at a bus station at Hammersmith in west London. A woman walks by. She has on a jumper knitted as an American flag. I am reminded of the “Star Spangled Banner” by Francis Scott Key. Years ago, I paid a visit to the dreamscape called Baltimore, where I went on a dream tour of Fort McHenry where Francis Scott Key wrote the poem used as the American national anthem. “Oh, say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
….” A man dressed in a stetson hat and cowboy boots walks by. What’s going on, am I having an American dream? Two women appear and sit in front of me while they wait for their bus. They are twins. One of them gets on her mobile and can you believe it, she’s American? This is little America. On my bus we drive past a billboard sign with a picture of the statue of liberty. And this morning while I was pondering over my experiences, a van drove by. It had the American flag painted on it! I rest my dream case!

It is yesterday and I’m on another bus journey. Part of Oxford Street is closed so the buses have to make a diversion. While the bus is making its diversion, I have a thought that life is like a revolving door that goes round and round; same old, same old. After a few minutes the bus is back at Oxford Street and we’re back where we started. This is a laugh out loud moment. The woman on the next seat across me is also chuckling to herself.

“What’s going on?” I say. “Is this déjà vu or what?”
She says, “I think the bus driver took the wrong turning that’s why we’re back where we started.”

Hmmm! I’d better stop dreaming or we’ll be caught in this loop for a very long time. Keep going dream driver, keep going!

I woke up early this morning so I could do my mother’s shopping. It was dark outside, and it looked like it was going to rain. I had no intention of walking in the rain. I reminded the dream clouds of this. My mother came out of her bedroom and said, “It looks pretty windy and miserable out there!” I ignored her comments and went off to the supermarket. It was windy but dry. When I came out of the supermarket, it was spitting. I saw a few dream people with dream brollies up. I was having none of that. I quickly dreamed myself walking in dry weather. The rain stopped. I got on a bus, walked the rest of the way home and it was still dry. I came out again and got my bus and it was still dry.

You might be wondering that if I’m going round changing the weather, what about nature or farmers who need the rain. I would say everyone is entitled to dream whatever they choose. The way I see it, trees and nature are dreams and dreams don’t need water, unless you believe they do. In the scriptures it is written that Jesus walked by a fig tree and checked to see whether there were any figs. It was nothing but leaves. “And Jesus answered and said unto it, No man eat fruit of thee hereafter for ever. And his disciples heard it.” (Mark 11: 14) The next day when they walked by the tree, his disciples noticed that the tree had withered away. Jesus used this opportunity to teach them about faith.

“Have faith in God. For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith. Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.” (Mark 11: 22-24)

You could argue, why did Jesus need to teach by taking it out on the poor fig tree? The Eco-warriors would certainly have a problem with someone going about making trees wither away. I believe the biblical Jesus was a lucid dreamer. When you know the world of forms to be a dream you can change it at will. After all, you are the dreamer and you can dream new dreams. So what difference does it make if a tree is made to wither away. It’s only a dream tree! Unless you think the tree is material.

Reality is what you make it. If you believe the world is material, you will experience it accordingly. If you see the world as a dream realm, then you can dream new dreams at any moment or change the dream. It’s up to you.

One thing to remember about living in a dream and being a lucid dreamer is there are rules to consider. Here are five rules I live by:

First, there are no rules, no laws and nothing to inhibit me.

Second, never ask questions how things appear. When you have a dream in your sleep of the most bizarre or ridiculous, do you ask how the things or people appeared? No they just do. In the same way, I don’t question the how, I just believe and let it happen.

Third, you have to practise staying awake. The dreams are constantly there to tempt you into thinking they are real. Be persistent in remembering it is a dream and that you, the dreamer, can dream new dreams.

Fourth, as part of the discipline of staying awake, I spend time in the formless. If I’m not dreaming (thinking) I tend to not judge dreams and only dream when needed. I also spend time in silence, being who I am, the dreamer.

Fifth, all things are possible.

The world is yours but to claim it and make it yours, it depends on your perception of it. I am living in a dream. I choose the type of dream I want to experience. I even choose the dream body I prefer. I like dream men who look gorgeous; if I want to enjoy dream men I either look at magazines, watch the movies or dream one myself. I don’t see many of these dreamboats around in the normal dream world. Similarly, I prefer to have a dream body that is slim, gorgeous and ageless. That’s the joy of dreaming – all things are possible.

I look forward/backward to sharing more pleasant dreams with you.

I am the Lucid Dreamer,
Enocia