Tuesday, 13 September 2016

Looking

Here’s an odd thing. I’m a lucid dreamer, so my dreams and my astral body activities and my observing presence do tangle up with each other fairly comprehensively.

The other night, in my dreams, someone looked at me, very closely, very intently – looked deeply into my eyes for a little while. I forgot about it, as one does, then the memory of it came back to me very strongly the next day when I was awake. That person was so close I could see their eyes and not the rest of their face.

This.




Over the next day or two the memory kept returning. Eventually I realised – wait a minute – those are my eyes! Except the ones in my dream were very clear, less muddy, more sparkly and less toxic.


How very curious.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...



In my dreams I am always in the prime of life, no tiredness or aging in the body - unless it is a paralysis dream! Perhaps with you too, hence your younger eyes?

Mairin.

Pen Wilcock said...

How interesting! x

Anonymous said...

Time for some self examination?
smiles
DW

Pen Wilcock said...

:0) xx

Emilio Márquez said...

How do you interpret that dream, Pen? I've never had one like that, as far as I remember.

Pen Wilcock said...

Hello, Emilio. I just don't know - except, are we our own judge?

Emilio Márquez said...

Pen
I wouldn’t say that your were judging yourself in your dream; on the whole it sounds very optimistic, I mean, being able to see your clear, sparkly side. Apparently, one must be asleep to do that.

Pen Wilcock said...

That's interesting.
I've recently had a lot going on in my life requiring introspection. I've taken decisions in the sphere of family relationships that run counter to the social expectations of a responsible person, and I've had to look deeply and honestly inside to be sure my decisions were not morally wrong.
Then, a few nights ago I had a similar 'looking within' dream. This time it was a drone shaped like a missile, painted red and white. It had a camera on the front tip of the nose - an electronic eye. It hovered right in front of me, looking at me. But after a while I got fed up with it, reached out and took hold of it, and after a while its battery ran out, and I just threw it aside.

I hope my English is not too colloquial to follow!

Emilio Márquez said...

An uplifting dream about how to cope with the machine, that is, with that threatening macho external pressure always scanning us in search of some form of profit. It’s important to keep one’s head and be patient. That’s how I interpret it. And your English is lovely.

Pen Wilcock said...

:0)