vogelein

Dream of: 23 November 2013 "Inner Space"

Three or four young people and I are on a small dark planet somewhere in outer space. We've been here for a while and it seems as if tomorrow we might be taking part in a battle. I'm wondering how I should spend the night before the looming battle. I can see another small planet nearby which I want to reach. I jump onto a small boat-like machine with sails (like something out of the movie Treasure Planet) and I sail across the space between the two planets. The others follow me and we land on the dark surface of the new planet. I soon realize I've traveled to a place where I've never been before and now I'm unsure that we will ever be able to leave. We float over the surface and pass through dark meandering passageways. We're not in complete control of how we move, and I feel as if we somehow need to take control of this situation. Gradually I begin to have a little bit of control over my movement and slowly I begin to realize that I myself almost seem to be creating this strange unknown world through which I'm moving.
The others have almost given up all hope of escaping, but I still want to try a certain passageway. The others seem reluctant to try, but I tell them that we really have nothing to lose at this point. I enter the passageway which quickly opens up into a vast inner world of the planet which is filled with metal walls and machines. We float along through a gigantic inner metallic chamber which somewhat resembles the interior of a spaceship, only more complex.
As we continue along, we encounter other living beings floating inside this chamber. They also seem to be fabricated mental images which I've somehow created. One approaches me. He looks like an oriental fellow who is part of this world, but whom - at the same time - I somehow seem to have created out of my mind. He floats next to me and seems to put his arms around me and envelope me almost like a cloud. We begin to communicate. I have the feeling that he can do something which will give me pleasure. We communicate about music and I infer that he can play music for me. I say, "So you know French music?"
He responds, "Sure," and he starts playing music with English lyrics. I repeat that I want French music and then I begin to hear the most beautiful music with French lyrics. Its almost as if he has read my mind and pulled out something that I love. He seems to know exactly what I want and I recognize this music (which sounds like a combination of Pierre Bachelet and Francis Cabrel with Patricia Kaas mixed in) even though at the moment I can't remember the names of the musicians.
The fellow seems to have completely surrounded me like a mist. One of his hands rests close to my stomach and moves up and down with the music. I'm afraid the others might interpret this movement as something sexual going on between the fellow and me, but there is absolutely nothing sexual going on - the fellow is simply moving his hand with the rhythm of the music.