DREAM • in a mystical dreamstate • 2003.10.21
Unconditioned dream reveals...
Bigger pig, ducks under electric fence, in the basment with me, trying to eat off a raised table. I keep jumping on and over it like Mario a mushroom, as the pig keeps charging at me with so much gross intertia, it is hardly able to control it's direction... such a clumsy persitant pig, keeps running at me, but I just jump over and it heads it's head on the wall.
We keep doing this, until I put the pig back in the fence, yet it ducks under again, so I go upstairs, and it follows me into my parent's kitchen. I tell them about how it keeps running at me, and they agree that I should just eat it. Don't really mind what I'm talking about.
Suddenly I am, searching through the fridge for leftover food.
Mother offers me some frozen leftover 'rolls'.. I deny them, saying I'd never eat a pig, but then find some pig rolls behind frozen old papadums in the fridge and have one... it tastes so rich, it makes me sick.
So I go back to sleep, then wake up in sun outside, then look in the basement and there's a hot tub, which I distinctly remember to go in.
Hot tub skinnydippnig by myself, my father bikes aimlessly around the house outside. The house is a combonation of Mullins Road and Forester Road houses, with Byra's old basment. Brad enters, put on bathing suit, then tells me about somthing related to food, so we go outside.
Father tells me that he and Brad are going to bike to Prince George in the east, tomorrow. It only takes 1:45 to drive there.
They would like me to join, and as many others. Yet I express strong doubts about them being able to make it there. Brad joins my doubt. I test out my bike riding around house a bit, still untuned, with major gear friction, so I conclude that I can't come come, and that I don't think that they'll even make it. Suggest they bike to Vancouver first to test their endurance, but he reflects my view about alternative paths through Langely... thinks they'd be bored.
Suddenly I receive an image of a Micra stuck in the swift clear waters of the Vedder River, which is actually flowing North. Brad talks about renewing insurance on his car, so we join eachother to the fridge, and he points out where the good bagels are hidden.
After toasting a bagel from the fridge with Brad's help, I'm talking to Erve who responds to me digging in a bean salad with a Schwarzenegger accent. We engage in an enlightened conversation, lively with personal dramas. He is interviewing me as I respond to his witty questions
We walk down a hill, growing distant from eachother, though we still speak at length.
Then back at home, on Mullins Road, a tiny sun is setting in the north east, just above a mountain into a smokey haze- I follow it into the distant mind horizon.
Suddenly I'm surrounded by a pod of west coastal hippies, engaged in some form of ritualistic ceremony, by a beach surrounded by lush mountains.
I'm wearing a blue bandana, and my anima Arielle has a flat rock tied to now longer hair, and she's swinging it around hitting people. I stand to her right side. She hits two of her friends with it, by swiging her head around, then me. She looks up to speak to sombody directing the ritual, then repeats the rock swinging motion, not managing to hit me this time around, instead other friends behind her by 'accident', somehow symbolizes acceptance of peers.
Then my bandana comes undone, I try to rety it, but there are two strings on each side and I am fumbling it up despite clarvoyant vision of it behind my head. I lean over towards my anima, pointing at the back of my head, and she kindly ties it together... we talk, and it shortly disappears, revealing my flaming hair.
My attention fixed on Arielle, Lukas Wykpis approaches me, verily drunk on the eternal ectasy. He is glowing turquoise, and comes to tell me about it, but then realizes I'm filled with it to, so walks away smiling and laughing, as we cruise on some sort of graduation boat. Everybody is talking about how nice it is to graduate. Arielle and I lay facing eachother directly, heads supported by our elbows on a raised imbutment in the boat, which transforms into an amphibeous machine, as we cruise down a windy highway right by a rocky ocean.
Just staring into her lovely wide enlightened eyes, glowing with eternal ectasy, she speaks.
"All the conditioned patterns that have overtaken your mind are transcended when you graduate. You no longer have to conform to conditioned patterns of parents, authority, etc."
Suddenly I'm struck by a slight mental reflection of submitting to Jesus, which is embraced as unconditioned submission to the eternal essence.
Then the boat drives off the highway and into the water, surrounded by intense liquid fountain waterfall fractals. I express the beauty of the fractals with words, and we laugh about the word fractal and how infinite it is, and if cognized appropriately reflects the nature of the universe.
Then looking down off the boat through the clear shallow water, so many streams of water shoot horizontally in highly detailed patterns. Refracted light patterns shimmer upon the rocky facets of coral. Some streams of water above and below the water are being emitted by spinning sea shells, mounted on stone pillars.
All this is cognized as the creation of a mind which has seized spontaneous control of itself to project awareness through unconditioned imagination, unbound by the painstaking evolution to manifest each creation. The spectacle is immediately breathtaking.
I stare back into her eyes with a glaced gaze, telling how some of them are spinning. She is like "really?" and I explain to her the reality of them, and how incredible it is. We are both impressed, totally hypmotized by eachother's faces. Just enjoying eternal bliss, staring into the infinitude of our eyes, unpenetrated by carnal volitions. Everything is perfect for a few moments, and then I wake up mumbling:
"It's my karma... my volition. This is my karma."
Then recall the long expressive email I wrote to a Vaughne fellow, seeking my enlightenment to enter the brotherhood of man.