Lucid Dream About the Pope

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04-03-2005, 03:53 AM
Leo Volont

Lucid Dream About the Pope

Dream Sep 1 2001

Dreamt I met the Pope. I had just become lucid and noticed that the lucidity deepened as I breathed deeper and more rapidly. As is usual the Lucidity transported me to a new dream scene. A young lady whom I hardly noticed (who may have been the Blessed Virgin) said, "his is the Pope" Before me was an extremely angular old man almost devoid of body fat. I immediately dropped to my knees in reverence and respect, but the Pope wished to deflect the tribute by regarding my action as though I wanted to sit on the ground, so he simultaneously dropped to the ground with me and sat against a wall. The Pope said, When I am gone you should follow that man and he pointed to a man in white papal robes and an abbreviated Pope's hat who had been walking up toward us, still some distance off. His name was foreign to me maybe beginning with a C and having two syllables and a 'ou' and another c. I asked if he was going to be Pope. The Pope replied that there would be an 8 to 2 vote and he would be shot and killed. The man was suddenly there among us (there was now a circle of people), and I began to cry in commiseration at the man's feet. Apparently the Pope thought that was awkward and pulled me up and back and changed the subject by reminding one of his assistants to hand him a 'spiritual vision kit' which it seems he had almost forgotten to award to me, but he reached over with both hands and gave it to me, as well as giving another one to another man in the Circle. It was in a small square box and came with 12 'jewels' and instructions. Nine standard jewels were to be installed, but then only one of the remaining three jewels was to be selected depending on which of the Three Spiritual Realms one wished to perceive.
04-03-2005, 04:20 AM
nina

Heh, the Pope was in my dream too. Except we were having lunch at McDonald's and my face was all swollen.
04-03-2005, 05:11 AM
Leo Volont

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Heh, the Pope was in my dream too. Except we were having lunch at McDonald's and my face was all swollen.

What is it about dreams in which one perceives that one's face is somehow disfigured or mutilated. Some people even dream of being like rodents, though the worse that ever happened to me was dreaming of being a woman.
04-03-2005, 05:25 AM
nina

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Heh, the Pope was in my dream too. Except we were having lunch at McDonald's and my face was all swollen.

though the worse that ever happened to me was dreaming of being a woman.[/b]

LOL!!! :chuckle:

Yeah I realized why my face felt all disfigured in my dream. When I woke up it was like smashed up against my pillow. hehe. That's usually why it happens to me.
04-03-2005, 06:55 AM
Leo Volont

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Heh, the Pope was in my dream too. Except we were having lunch at McDonald's and my face was all swollen.

though the worse that ever happened to me was dreaming of being a woman.

LOL!!! :chuckle:

Yeah I realized why my face felt all disfigured in my dream. When I woke up it was like smashed up against my pillow. hehe. That's usually why it happens to me.[/b]

I'm glad you have a sense of humor. Sometimes being funny will get you banned.

It seems to be a different thing, having facial distortions, then being embodied in different bodies. The time I was in a dream and looked across the room to see myself in a mirror, to see that I was a slender young brunette, there was certainly nothing distorted about it... in fact I looked quite healthy. But the dreams in which I have facial injuries or distortions are worrisome. Typically what happens afterwards is that I begin to be concerned about my self esteem and so I take up something that I had been foregoing. Recently, after such a dream, in which I appeared inordinately fat, with retardedly brushy hair, I decided I should get back to studying French in my spare time.

A Psychologist friend of mine once discussed with me a Model of Conceptualization he was going to publish. It concerned First, Second, and Third Order Selves. in brief, a First Order Self is what a person is -- his present mental and personal inventory of knowledge and behaviors. A Second Order Self is what he wants to be -- the desires that are pushing him to expand that Mental and Personal Inventory of Knowledge and Skilled Behaviors. The Third Order Self is what the Person wishes he wished for. For instance, My First Order Self does not know French. My Second Order Self wants to learn French. My Third Order Self wishes that I also wanted to learn Japanese, but since it is still Third Order, I am content to do nothing about it at the present time.

So, perhaps these dreams of Facial Disfiguration are hints from our 3rd and 2nd Order selves to implement the actions required to expand the Inventories of our First Order Selves. Our Higher Self may be showing us how we may appear to a Higher Perspective.

Also, anxiety dreams are not entirely bad. There was once a study that found that Successful People had the most anxiety dreams. Such that students who dreamed of being late for tests were never actually late for any tests.
04-03-2005, 07:32 AM
nina

Wow. Welcome to the forum...you are just absolutely full of usefull information. I would love to pick your brain for about a day...or 20 hehe.

Anyway, I think what you are talking about as far as First, Second, and Third Order selves makes alot of sense in my disfiguration dreams. Usually those dreams for me involve teeth falling/rotting out...even though I know that they look fine now. I also know that I need alot of work on them (wisdom teeth removal, implant, etc.) So it manifests as facial disfigurations in my dreams.

The only other time I had any sort of "disfiguration" was during a false-obe experience I had while in the trance state in between lucids...I attempted to have an OBE and sat up and tried to walk out of my room. But I guess I left half of my body back in my bed because I could only see out of one eye, a chunk of my head was missing, one arm was hung lifeless at my side, and I was limping...like quasimotto. But I really wanted to make it out of my room so I kept going anyway. Thinking I could just go straight through my door I started limping toward it...BAM! Smacked right into it and fell on my ass. I gathered myself back up and was able to twist the knob with my wrists (my hands weren't working) and I made it out of my room and halfway down the hall before waking up. It was REALLY bizarre to say the least.
04-03-2005, 08:21 AM
Leo Volont

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The only other time I had any sort of \"disfiguration\" was during a false-obe experience I had while in the trance state in between lucids...I attempted to have an OBE and sat up and tried to walk out of my room. But I guess I left half of my body back in my bed because I could only see out of one eye, a chunk of my head was missing, one arm was hung lifeless at my side, and I was limping...like quasimotto.

This is exactly why I tell people that the Higher Dream Mind is NOT inside of us... is not an individual thing, subject to the limited knowledge and experience of each individual, because this Higher Dream Mind seems to be Collective and Universal -- playing the same tricks on each and all of us. We are all different people but with the Same Higher Dream Mind. The same weird stuff has happened to me!

I think that the Higher Dream Mind actively resents when we try to obstructively to coopt our dream time in order to load down with what amounts to an augmentation of just more Waking Experiences. I think that the Higher Dream Mind may be jealously trying to protect its own Domain. Afterall, it is trying to present Experiences and Situations which will make us grow in Wisdom and Spiritual Knowledge, and so it feels no guilt whatsoever when we try to 'limp' out of it in order to play with OBE's.

Oh, what about the Beautiful People of your Dreams. Every once in awhile, in my dreams, I encounter young Kings, Princes, or Heroes who are tall, strong, handsome and impossibly... even ludicrously noble and idealistic. Sometimes they are exemplars of the greatest skills and knowledge, but in some of these dreams, it was actually myself, with my more down to earth talents and mundane abilities that had to bail out the flounderiing Ideal. In one dream, I was ushered into a Throne Room and introduced to the Young King as his chief guard. Not ten seconds later i find that the Kingdom is in full revolt, and this Young King deleriously convinced that I could protect him. And darn if I didn't -- I shielded him with my body as we jumped out of the Tower Window to the Moot far below, with arrows whizzing by us. In another dream, with probably that same nutty Young King, we were on the edge of a quiet battlefield during a lull in the fighting. I noticed some enemy soldiers several hundred yards away in a trench that for that one section was somewhat perpendicular to our own trench. They were just drinking coffee and smoking cigerettes and so I was content to just keep an eye on them. But the Young King noticed my glance and, the committed Quixotic Idealist, saw it his Duty to fire upon the Enemy at every opportunity. He points his rifle without really bothering to take aim, which only served to provoke them into shooting at us. I felt like I was babysitting a silly Child, but he was the King. I shoved him down and leaned my own rifle on a sandbag, and I took careful aim, and killed those two troublesome enemies whom a moment before I would have been delighted to allow to live to ripe old ages. In the next scene, I had the Young King back to a command post, but was arranging to have him taken back to the Rear, because I KNEW that the enemy would certainly have brought in the best Assassins and Snipers to target him. Then the oddest thing happened. I went outside and noticed a garden hose running to a patch of sand, in the shape of the Young King, and the Dream Scene told me that there would always be a New Young King growing and being nurtured somewhere.

So, the Dream Self may mess with us by showing us to ourselves as disfigured caricatures, but it also presents to us the Interplay between Our Higher Ideals and our Practical and Pragmatic Natures... sometimes quite taking the Side of our Practicality, while still managing to insist that Our Ideals still deserved our Ultimate Loyalties.

Oh... and Loyalty is not such a bad thing. A few Years ago, the Wise Old Man of Dreams (I think he is Elijah the Prophet) told me that I have a personal contingent of 30 Angels. I asked what I did to deserve that, and he replied that such are the rewards for Loyalty and Service.

Many people would meet Beautiful People in their dream and co-opt and attitude of jeolousy and disdain toward them -- a natural enough re-action. But we need to understand that Dream Symbolism is trying to tell us something. Those Extraordinarily Beautiful and Noble Dream personages are made to represent what are actually our very own Ideals. And I think we earn certain Dream Points -- spiritual rewards -- for serving these Ideals rather than abandoning them or even being hostile to them.