Thread: The Rabbit Hole

Tonight I had a dream so bizzare, that I think it's worthy of posting here

It seemed to last for hours and hours.

First thing I remember is me, riding a bicycle to a cemetery. But soon I

find myself by the lake. The tranquility is overwhelming.

I sit and meditate there for 4 hours. Dream tells me that I took some kind

of hallucinogen before going there. As time passes, I realize I have

another things to do.

So I mount a bike and ride back. For some reason I achieve really great

speed. I'm riding towards a sunset and look at the huge blazing orange

sun just above horizon. It looks really great.

Second later another thing catches my attention - there's a glittering

white horse riding towards me just below the sun. Horse radiates light.

"It cant be" I tell to myself and lose coordination. I fall from the bike into

a ditch. "This is gonna hurt" flies in my head. Time slows down to a crawl

as I find myself spinning and flying through the ditch at high speed,

possibly breaking some ribs and bones.

It seemed to last a very long time. Finally I stop and get up. My skin

burns and I know I"m badly injured...

I black out.

"So, tell me what happened from the beginning" My father tells me.

I explain him everything, having remarkable memory of the dream city

and road and cemetery. I know it was a dream, and I analyze it. I clearly

recall visions and dreams I had during my meditation.

I also tell him I took drugs, but I never thought

I'll be riding a bike while tripping.

I black out and wake up in my bed. For some reason it's in the opposite

corner of the room. "damn, it was just a dream". My first intentions are to

visit bathroom, but I decide to perform a RC. "hey, why the clock is all

blurry?" "let'me check my watch" "Wtf? why it's dark now?" "ah, it's day

again" I went lucid for a while, but had another false awakening.

I continue looking a clock, but see transparent grey being standing in the

middle of the room. For a second, I'm shocked, then I try to look at the

thing. But it's impossible. Thing is just too shifty.

So I continue examining the clock and writing in my dream journal...

Finally I wake up in reality...



As always, having recalled a dream from within a dream cripples my real

recall. I just lose detail, thinking it is written down. But still, the things I

remember are outstanding...