Escape from a Devouring Dream

I finally latched onto the scout, and he dragged me into his world. Phew! Astounding! There was a man in my life whom I considered a second father. He died, but I often meet him in Dreamings. His image is adopted by an ally who helps me. Perhaps he enjoys my emotions of love and friendship, which I project onto this dreamt image.

In this Dreaming, we were fishing. His catch was "unfair." That is, I caught rarely and small fish, while he was pulling out almost sharks. Suddenly, I entered a Lucid Dream and immediately realized he was a scout. He also realized that I realized, and tried to slip away. I understood he wanted to slip away and grabbed his fishing rod. We said nothing. And there was no sequence of events. I simply found myself on the shore, without a rod or a boat, and he had vanished.

The world was different. This struck me so profoundly that a wave of energy surged – from my heels to the tips of my hair. The sky was reddish-orange. A haze near the fairly close horizon appeared grayish-turquoise. I stood on a "clay hill." It looked pale yellow against the grayish atmosphere. A voice in my left ear said that this was the city of the beings who had invited me. It said that this city was alive and possessed consciousness, but its mind was closer to animals than to humans.

The "clay" was soft and gradually settled beneath my feet. I constantly had to extricate myself from the pits that formed under my feet.

Then I noticed entrances. They looked like this: four poles, two to three meters high, driven into the corners of a square with sides of one and a half to two meters. Between them, a conical shaft began, ending either in a small crater or a diaphragm like a camera aperture. The depth of the entrances varied from four to twenty meters. The voice said that I should enter the city. I answered it, "Hell no!" These entrances seemed like traps to me. The hill began to come alive. I desperately wanted to return to our world: I tried to wake up, recalled the cherry orchard in front of the house, my mom, Doc, and the girl I met at a friend's party. But before me was the "clay hill," with its trap-entrances. Damn! I nearly wet myself from fear.

The voice in my ear said that if I called this place a hill, it must have slopes. It suggested I slip out of this world into ours, using tricks of image interpretation. That is, to use the tricks of internal dialogue. I indeed soon found a slope of the hill, ran down it, and saw the fishing rod the scout had lost. A foolish thought struck me: "Aha! This is where he ran!" As soon as I reached the rod, I was thrown back into our world. I found myself at a DJ competition. And honestly, I was ready to kiss every Sprite in this pleasant, safe scene.

Moral: If you enter another world, use the tricks of internal dialogue for your exit. Interpret things 'habitually' until this practice brings you back to your customary Assemblage Point.