Date: 3rd Jan, 2009
Title: The Master
Lucidity: Partial
Supplements: No
Aids: BT-7
This was one of those epic dreams that seemed to span the entire night, even picking up where it left off following periods of wakefulness. The plot and events are so bizarre, however, that I'm going to focus on the more interesting aspects of the dream, relating to lucidity.
Essentially, some DC's and I are engaged in a struggle/conflict with an unseen enemy called The Master. I am personally more interested in one of the female DC's, however, who I'm constantly trying to win the affections of. I have varying degrees of lucidity throughout the dream, but not in the conventional sense. ie. There was no "wow, I'm dreaming" moment. Nor was there are real memory of my waking self. Rather, I was simply and vaguely aware that I was playing some sort of game (in contrast to the DC's, who believed it to be real). For example: In one scene we spot an enemy blimp and, remembering that I can do things that the other DC's can't, I attempt to fly up and retrieve it (in order to impress the girl). I can't seem to gain much height, however, and instead "teleport" the blimp directly into my arms.
As the dream progresses I become aware not only of its "unreality," but that I am actually, also, The Master. When news comes through, for example, that The Master has "animated" (given life to) a variety of cartoon character blimps, who are now causing chaos around the world, I realise (remember) that I am responsible. In other words, I am playing both sides, simultaneously.
In a later scene, we are all sitting in a room awaiting an important phone call. At this point I position myself near the phone because I realise that I can tell the DC's anything I want (rather than the actual content of the phone call). This kind of wilful manipulation is not something I usually experience in a conventional dream. I am no longer a "puppet," but neither am I sufficiently aware of my waking ego to become fully lucid. Anyway, the phone rings, I answer it, and as the message is being relayed, my mind is busily trying to work-out an alternative story that I can tell the DC's (again, attempting to impress the girl).
Comments: Once again the issue of identity is very much at the heart of things. Could this dream be indicating that, in waking life too, I am unconsciously playing all of the roles (because, behind the illusion of separation, there is only One ultimate consciousness)? In the absence of our heavily conditioned waking egos, who would we be?
Just as The Master in my dream "gave life" to fictional entities (depicted as bags of air), does the One consciousness also give life to our equally fictional egoic identities (which, after all, have observably no permanence in either time or space)? Consciousness is so infinitely malleable, after all (particularly when young) that it can be manipulated to believe just about anything, and then behave accordingly (if you doubt this, just think about what we'll accept as true in our dreams!) Identification with this waking mental construct then gives rise to a solidified ego, which is a mistaken identity, ripe for further manipulation). But, obviously, such manipulation can only occur if the knowledge (memory) of our Oneness has been taken away, and thus forgotten. In such a case, whoever controlled the popular culture of a society (through mass media and other social engineering tools) would become a virtual god (with us as his slaves). Hmm.
By contrast, a knowledge or memory of one's true self (as the One, The Master) would be infinitely empowering, preventing manipulation by others and leading to freedom in its truest sense (for the individual) and, collectively, to world peace and harmony. The scene in which I withheld pertinent information from the other DC's (instead telling them something that served my own egoic interests) seems particularly relevant here.
Ultimately, this dream seems to be revealing the fact that I am the One, You are the One, We are the One... and that pretending otherwise is the only game in town.
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