Thanks for your reply, Paul.
Regarding the window, I simply pressed it for some reason I cannot remember.
Just before pressing the window, someone else was trying to shoot a vase on the window sill. I don't know why there was a gun because the dream changed completely into a peaceful dream after that.
Your dream sounds amazing, Paul. How often do you have good dreams like that?
Hello again.
Definitely leave nothing out when detailing dreams, because even the smallest thing can be important, even transformative to the dream intent. I realize you don't know anyone and so require great trust (or courage, if you want to view it that way), but always know it is most worth it
to you. For it is
you who can most benefit and have growth potential from your dreams. The act of recalling and detailing them in their entirety can also be a sort of training that allows you to gain even more from future dreams; I have found this to be true in my own research, and I detail that in my novel with my fictitious students as they learn to share with each other.
I have no idea how often I am gifted with amazing dreams, but I've been recording them for quite a while. Sometimes they come so fast I am not ready and stumble/rush in my desire to record and learn from them and not forget them; other times, months will go by without more than the typical white noise, but always I try to be prepared for when the next one comes.
Yes, the particular dream I mention was more amazing than I can describe, though I did my best to detail it in my novel. Here's a better telling of it for your enjoyment (and to prove we can dream even outside of our normal limits, like the color spectrum):
[excerpt from chap 5]
Kris held up a hand and said, “Speaking of bizarre, I’ve had another one, and I can totally empathize with the frustration of not being able to help. This time instead of music, I was treated to extreme visuals.
“So in the dream I was most definitely somewhere exotic, a completely different planet of lush life and glowing skies. Everywhere were colors so bright I could practically feel them vibrating through me, enveloping me. No matter how I try I’ll never be able to express the extreme beauty of the place.
“The skies radiated health with an almost blinding blue-white, like the brightness when you look right next to the sun on a perfectly clear day—that was the color of the
entire sky. The vegetation glowed bright greens and reds and rich purples and a million shades in between, but every shade seemed to glow. The people—oh!
“Some of them radiated a deep yet bright red that slowly pulsed, like a sleepy heartbeat. Some shone with a constant, magnificent blue, clearer, cleaner than anything I could show you. Others had an erratic feel, swirling like the color—if you can call it that—of the sky. Their bodies were vague shadows within each powerful color. So, it was like these…beings…embodied powerful elemental forces that seemed both natural and magical at the same time, and most definitely a product of this exotic world.
“But somehow I knew the entire planet was coming under attack. Something from space—fleets of ships, giant technological terrors—I’m not entirely sure what because I spent all my time on the planet. I knew each type of being would try in their own limited way to fight off the attackers, and it wouldn’t be enough. I went back and forth to each type, pleading with them to combine their abilities into something powerful enough to save their precious home, but they were too proud, too short-sighted, and too damn stubborn to listen.” Kris shivered at the memory and reached down to pull her laptop out from under her chair. Everyone else in the room was completely silent.
“I was so sad,” she continued once the computer was safely on her lap, “way more than sad. Because I knew those people would lose if they refused to work together. And I brought that intense sadness into our dull, normal world. I wanted to forget the problems and remember only the colors, of course, so I spent some time on my laptop trying to figure out how I could dream in such marvelous colors—what my waking eyes could never see.”
“Ultraviolet?” Mark guessed and Kris nodded, opening her laptop to the images and passing it around for all to see.
“My research led me to Getty Images and enhanced photos that give us an idea what we might be able to see
if our eyes could see outside of our slim red/green/blue spectrum. The best of these photos I stored, and they’re pale examples of the vision range I had during my dream. Finding these pictures brought back the entire thing, like the frustrations and failures are tied to that beauty. I can’t remember one without the other.”
“Fascinating,” a moved Doug stated, getting an eyeful of the pictures before passing the laptop to Nolan. “If only we could have made more of a difference, been able to somehow alter our dreams.”
“Why not?” Will challenged. “We’re delving into dreams, remembering much more of them, so why shouldn’t we focus on better outcomes?”
“Like stacking the deck?” Cathy asked.
With a shake of his head, Will said, “More like guiding, steering a powerful dream that we’re taking an active part in, having more control than just feeling helpless. Like when I actively
chose to give up those powers.”
“I doubt that’s actually possible despite what it feels like,” Mark said. “It’s remarkable to
feel conscious, but to make conscious choices means you’re not really dreaming, i.e., unconscious.”
Eyes alight, Will wouldn’t be deterred. “Why not push it further than being only observers in our own head? Inject that
need for it to be better. What if she could have pushed harder and
made those things fight for their home, or if Doug could have been able to
choose his role and follow that instead of feeling aimless?”
Quani flipped back in her notebook and muttered, “Like Doug did when he saved Mandy.” When Will gave her a blank look, surprised to hear her comment, Quani cleared her throat and reminded him: “When he was floating above the interrogation and made that man release her. Mandy was her name.”
“Oh! Exactly!” Will exclaimed. “Great recall. I, for one, am going to push for more control and better results.”
“Me too,” Cathy stated, nodding enthusiastically.
Mark wore a humoring smile, but as he looked around at the range from interest to excitement, he began to wonder. “I will be fascinated to hear the results of your own research.” Like a whispered hint, his wondering grew into inspiration. “In fact,” Mark suggested, “I think we should all try this and report any improvements or success. Let us embrace this possibility and see where it takes us.”
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