I have been thinking a lot about this one dream I had a year or so ago. There were so many things strange about it, I wonder if it had some kind of purpose. First off, it was a shared dream. Myself and five friends were all important characters in a very deep, complex plot.
Second, it was consecutive. Twelve nights in a row, I would go to sleep and the dream would continue from where it was left off.
Third... I'm fairly certain it was lucid. I could see everything vividly and clearly, I had direct control over my actions, I could directly interact with the world, I could feel everything, from grass to rain, even pain.
It was a little overwhelming, and I don't understand it. However, there was one big message at the end that was the biggest shocker of all, and made me religious, to be perfectly honest. This booming, yet gentle voice recited a little poem that went
"The Daydream is done,
your life begun.
So go, my child
and live it."
Don't worry, this is no joke, I'm dead serious, and I have no idea what it means, so I decided to ask here.
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