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Consciousness-Altering Dreams

The world of dreams is far more curious than the strange sights they are known for. In my personal experiences I have not been fond of what I call “the veil” — a transparent darkness that seems to mute the brightness of colors I witness. Despite that, I have dreams that can be extremely emotional, kinesthetic, or psychoactive. The most notable include tripping (on a sober diet), spontaneous healing (with real-life alleviation of persisting pain), dimension-shifting and this latest experience:

My dream took place in a retro-future village with quaint 1950’s moralities and advanced technology. Everything was tinged in monochromatic sepia. The specifics of the events were somewhat murky. There was no obvious monster or struggle but I sensed what could only be described as a sleeping evil lurking in the ground.

I was wandering the main road when I awoke, chilled by the cool morning. I covered up with my blanket and then fell into a series of brief departures and returns to the dream, each time unable to shake the groggy call of sleep. On the fourth reentry to the town, the people seemed to become “aware” in an eerily lucid manner. Suspicious glances and murmurs surrounded me; it was obvious they were threatened by my presence. Several of them caught me off guard from behind and physically restrained my arms as a young boy flashed a card in front of my eyes with 6 colored rectangles, reminiscent of cues from some psychology tests. Before I could respond, a man was already speaking rapidly in a sequence of colors, numbers and shapes. The code had a profound effect on my perception, it felt like I was being “locked” into their world; my autonomy began to buckle, my body froze in place, and then my thoughts slowed like molasses rolling across glass. The primal desire to survive rose up from below the depths of being and jump-started the mental reflex that forces one out paralysis. I willed myself to kick up like a drowning swimmer and my mind soared out into waking consciousness, startling me almost over the edge of my bed. Even now, my limbs were still feeble and lacking power. Continuing as I would in the event of sleep paralysis, I waved my arms and legs around until the sensation had faded and I was in firm control of my movements. Genuine sleep eluded me for the rest of the morning, but I was able to doze lightly and peacefully thereon.

Part of me wanted to see what the full effects of that code could have done, but it was clear it would not have been pleasant; I knew it was somehow connected to the subtle hell permeating that place. It’s up for conjecture whether there is any wisdom to glean from analysis, as well as if this is related to any metaphysical or psychic phenomenon. Documenting here for future reference and anyone who may take interest. I would love to hear about your experiences.

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  1. myportablemind said: What always interested me about dreams, was the realization that I am everyone in the dream and everyone in the dream is me. Just like real life!
  2. metaconscious posted this