Ravanans Journal. September 29th, 2014: After a very long time, I had a vivid dream last night . It happened during my nightly Lucid Dreaming practice session, which I had restarted two weeks back. Since I am a novice dreamer and hadnt been practicing for past seven odd months, things went out of control in my dream and made this experience a little frightening. I picked up those dream fragments, woven with reality and got a fresh perspective on my plight. Straight from my cozy bed, I woke up to my dream. Somehow, I landed on a cattle field where lush green grass spread miles across the plain. I could see a stream flowing at a distance, its ripples made me feel as if I was in its proximity. When my senses slowly woke up to the dream realm, I had started to experience weightlessness. I found myself floating around and swimming in a soup of air. Absorbing this unusual nature, a sudden inexplicable eeriness crept over my mind. My awareness had shifted, the lucidity I had been experiencing got blotted by a fog of fear. Sliced through a cake of thick somber air which carried the stench of fear, I rushed like a wind to an old mansion near the stream. Through a window I saw corpses stacked one over the other, like a pile of wood waiting to get embraced by a blistering fire. Startled by such eerie sight, I chocked and panted like a dog, which had just seen his death beckoning him, sprawled out on a throne of carcasses. And the ripples of the flowing stream composed a death melody in the background. With every heavy breathing, I started to levitate and rise. Thus unfolded the landscape in a birds eye view. I had risen to sky height by every breathe of fresh air that I took in (in the physical realm). Gradually, the physics of the dream realm got reversed and I started to experience gravity. Something kept me pulling down with every gulp of air I exhaled . Out of desperation, I started to breathe in hoping that I would levitate, but soon failed and I descended much faster. An imminent death awaited me, as a solid earth, in my fragile dream. Before the impassive death could embrace me, a white light soon engulfed my dream realm. I opened my eyes and found myself grovelled on bed. A rising sun stretched his warm hands through the window and caressed my face. I regained my senses in waking life, contemplating, I built a bridge across that dream I had, and the life now I live. Death - the Manipulator, Stream - the Composer, Gravity - the Detractor, Corpses - the Living dead, and Mansion - the Graveyard. They all have took a mortal form, with flesh and bone. But I am yet to find that Rising Sun who shed his white light upon me! - a humble harmless demon.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 05:44:37 +0000
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