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Vodou Dolls

I was a vodou like the ones from Port Au Prince, Haiti. My body was cloth; all purple and red stitched together in gold. My eyes were made of cloudy mirrors. I was talking with another life size vodou doll. We dove into the water and swam through a cave. The water transformed us from doll to flesh. Our former selves peeled away at the nose and progressed down our bodies. We were naked. It was my ex. We chatted and she told me all the things I’d wish I’d heard. I went lucid for I knew this to be a lie. I confronted my dream vision. She tried to explain it was for my own good. I forced myself out of the depths of sleep feeling angry and foolish.

Shamanic Journey

Underworld 1st Attempt

During the first attempt I found it difficult to dive downward. I visualized many holes and places I’ve been to or seen. Most of the visions I had were fleeting. I tried gopher holes, crags, and a cave with a hot spring off the Colorado River, a hot spring in the desert and manholes. I had several that lasted longer but I felt resistance or was pulled back. I envisioned a well and picked up on another person near me. I saw their forest with its long trees and beams of sunlight. Eventually I disassociated myself with my physical self and attempted to fall down. I saw light above me as if I were surrounded inside of a cave with an open ceiling. I fell back but I had forgotten to breathe and was brought back. This one worked the best and I was starting to go when we were called back.

Underworld 2nd Attempt

The second attempt was much easier. I envisioned the forest and tried falling backwards again. I used the beats of the drum to push me farther down until I fell completely. I fell from the sky and landed in a patch of leaves on the forest floor. I got up and looked around. These trees went up so high that there was no blue in the sky, just the light filtering between them. I touched the trees and found they were unlike any I’d ever encountered. The bottoms were like palms but the top were like redwoods. I stepped into a sling and was propelled back into the darkness and then pulled back into another part of the forest. I cut myself down with a knife and landed in the same patch of leaves where I had landed. Something in the physical world disturbed me and I started back towards the light. I attempted to fall back but instead climbed down the beam of light. I came down on top of a white horse with a mane of fire and light. The fur of the horse was much coarser like that of a dog. I rode the horse and looked off to the side and saw the golden beach with deep blue seas. I wanted off the horse so I jumped off. I landed in the midst of the tracks where I had first come down. A herd ran through me first from behind and then another from the front. I walked towards the ocean but hit an invisible wall. I decided to slide under it and flow with the tide. I flowed into the tide and felt the roll of the current as I slipped fully underwater. The rocks swirled around me and became leaves and I was back in the forest in the same pile of leaves. I stood and the leaves continued to swirl, they ignited. I tried to grab one and they turned into bees and stung me. I could feel the stings everywhere. When I found their hive high in a nearby tree they disappeared. Their stingers all pulled out and fell to the floor. I turned around and walked to a nearby rock. The rock was warm and as I climbed onto it I reached out and grabbed air. This grasp turned out to be an invisible part of the rock with water flying over it. I climbed up and the higher I climbed the more material the rock and the waterfall became. It came to a point where hundreds of pounds of water were pouring over me and the rocks were wet and vivid. The rocks did not get slippery. When I had reached the top I could either keep going into the river or I could jump backwards and grab a branch. I leaped backwards and hoisted myself into a tree. I hopped from branch to branch. I looked down and the floor was hundreds of feet away but I was not scared. A monkey hopped past and I followed him, leaping tens of feet at a time to the next branch. We eventually came upon a structure in the trees. It had a rope bridge leading into it and resembled a beaver’s den. I walked down the path that was lined with monkeys. As I passed each monkey they patted me on the back. The closer I got to the structure the more human these monkeys became. The rope bridge had transformed into stones like a castle floor. I stepped down into a stone room. It had one long dining room with a king at the end. The king wore a golden crown and a red cape. The king spoke and his voice reverberated like the drum. He asked me who I was. I told him I was Aaron. He asked what the hell I was doing here. I had told him I come to help. He told me there was nothing I could to and to get the hell out. I said no. He made the stones drop out from beneath me and I landed in a volcano. I climbed out of the volcano and back through the sky into the floor. He turned back and smiled. He said fine then, come. I followed him out the right exit of the main hall. We ascended a stone staircase with walls made of vines. We stopped at the top of a tower like that on a medieval castle. All I saw were treetops for miles around. He said all of this was his and it would vanish if we did not find his successor. He told me to go find him. I heard a helicopter and before I knew it I landed on Easter Island. The sound of the helicopter was loud and constant. I walked up to the stone face. I said I have been sent here to find something. He said he knew. I asked him where I could find it. He said it all exists inside of you and to look for it. I pressed my fingers into my chest and ripped open my ribcage. Out of my ribcage flew a bat, a cockroach, and a miniature silverback gorilla. I asked him what this meant and he said that there was no time and that I must put them back. I scrambled and put all the animals back in my chest and it healed. I heard the call back and began to ascend. I was pulled towards the helicopter and the blade hit me and burst into gold coins. These coins rejoined and kept flowing upward. I entered darkness and slowed. I pulled myself through something gelatinous like mud or ooze, my air bubbled up and I was finally able to open my eyes.

Response

The first time I felt as if I was unable to fully submerge myself. I am almost convinced that I wandered into other people’s visions. When I was able to finally find a way down I was called back. The second time was much easier to fall but much harder to return. I found that occasionally something would disturb me but I could pull myself back downward. I would like to figure this out and to try again.

Upper world 1st Attempt

The first time I attempted the upper world I tried many different ways of flying upward. I tried jumping off a cliff, jumping out of an airplane, and flying atop a bird. When I envisioned myself as a missile shooting up to the heavens I found myself passing through the clouds. Below me was the earth and behind me was a landscape of stars. I found myself just below the edge of a cliff. I hoisted myself up onto a desert landscape. Behind me were the stars, above me was the clear blue sky, and in front of me was a vast dusty golden landscape. There were two rounded aluminum trailers. The first one on my right looked like it had never been lived in. I looked at my reflection and saw that I was not myself. I was older and my features were similar but distorted. I was dressed in dusty flannel, jeans, and a worn brown leather jacket. I turned to the other trailer on my left. It had a fence with a Great Dane and a porch with an old man in a rocking chair. The dog snarled and barked at me and the old man grimaced. I pulled my true self out of this other self and the dog quieted while the man smiled. In the distance I saw heat ripples and ran towards it. Eventually I started leaping hundreds of feet at a time. When I stopped it was in front of an old dilapidated gas station. The gas station was made of wood and the white paint was peeling off. There was no one in the gas station but all of the products were there. I came out of the gas station and a giant snapping turtle pulled itself out of the ground. It’s head wagged towards me and I stared into its huge orange eye. With each slow blink the eye changed color. It changed from orange to purple and then to teal. I was so entranced that I was transported into a dark inner world. I pulled myself out of this trance and back in front of the turtle. The turtle smiled and went back into the ground. I noticed a ladder behind the gas station that went into the sky. I climbed the ladder into another set of clouds. At the top of the ladder was a white marble staircase. After I stepped on each stair they turned a vibrant shade of green. When I reached the top of the staircase, I saw a giant stone structure similar to that of ancient Rome. The columns in front crashed down and trapped me. At this point we were called back.

Upper world 2nd Attempt

This time I attempted a different way up. I envisioned the white wooden ladder from my first attempt and climbed it. Eventually the ladder stopped and I jumped and soared. I came up in the same trailer park. I looked into the aluminum trailer and again saw the other me. I shook him off and he broke into a thousand black particles that fell to the ground. I looked over at the man and the dog, they seemed happy with that. I walked over to the dog and kneeled in front of him. I pet him and asked if he was my spirit guide. He shook his head no and I got up and walked towards the man. He smiled and seemed to be glad that I was back. I asked if he were my spirit guide and he said no and pointed off into the distance. I said so I was going the right way and he nodded. I ran back to the gas station but when I got to where it should have been, the turtle had fully risen out of the ground and was walking away. I ran behind it and it smacked me with its tail, knocking me down. The ladder was not on its back and I climbed over to its head. I asked if it were my spirit guide and its orange eyes answered no. It threw its neck and I soared to the white marble staircase. I climbed the marble staircase and this time the steps did not turn green. When I got up to the stone structure and the columns fell I backed out of the way. From behind the wreck emerged an Olympian. He was white haired and had a beard. He wore a toga and beamed golden light. He motioned for me to come. As I walked towards him I asked if he were my spirit guide and he told me that we were going to see it. He brought me to a room. It was a broad circular room with a dome ceiling. The dome was divided into four sectors by a cross of stonework. Each sector rippled with light and was a liquid blue. Out of one of the sectors a liquid pulled itself out and took on the shape of a woman. I asked if she were my spirit guide and she said yes. She outstretched her hands and was holding a small sapling and planted it in my chest. The tree overtook my flesh and rippled over. My skin was a wooden bark and then skin again. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the liquid. I felt at home in the water. I could breathe and saw many of the oceans creatures in this deep blue. I swam with her. I felt the currents and followed them. In my mind I asked my question, “am I on the right path”. In response the ocean current took me everywhere. It showed me the bad in the world and it invoked in me feelings I already possessed. An Orca appeared and I followed it. I asked voiced a question if it were my spirit guide as well and it said we are all teachers and there are many spirit guides. I followed the Orca through these visions of people and society past, present, and future. I was happy. When I came back to the starting place and I was pulled out of the water back into the dome. The lady of the sea scrubbed my flesh. As she scrubbed it turned blue and then became flesh again. She dropped me into the ocean again and pulled me out. I looked like an Olympian. I wore the toga and my hair seemed thick and curly. I too beamed with golden light. I asked if there was anything she could teach me. She said there were much to learn and plenty of time to learn it. I jumped once more into the ocean and swam to the floor. I uncovered a wooden chest. When I pulled it open a glass orb was inside. The orb pushed the water away so that it was dry and then projected memories I’ve never encountered or seen before. All the memories were off the bad in people. I felt I was these people and had been these people. It seemed very real. The images faded and the lady of the sea pulled me back into the structure. I was me again no better or worse. We were being called back. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and then sent me on my way. I flowed back to my starting place and then rode a fireman’s pole into my body.

Response

This experience was exciting and bizarre. I found the division of space and sky beautiful. I was intrigued by the many people I seemed to be. This makes me wonder if I am not a unified person. Perhaps I need to be more one with myself. The people I encountered seemed purposeful and necessary. Though I feel I do not know their true purpose. The turtle at the gas station was amazing. I found it beautiful, old, and awe inspiring. I do not know what to make of the steps changing colors. Once in the Olympian hall I think I found validation in my ability to feel at home among nature especially water. The experience of seeing the world through another and having my opinions agreed with was nice. The Pandora’s box experience was unsettling. I wonder if this vision showed me three people; a good, a bad, and what I am. It seemed to say that what is, is good. Altogether it was bizarre and I will have to attempt it again.

Hulk

I dreamt I was fighting B. He’s quite built and former military so in real life this would be a terrible choice. The dream was black except for his mass. Everytime I hit him he grew larger and more muscular. Then he would hit back and it would rattle my bones. Even though I was getting pulverized I did not give up. I fought back only making him larger and then I would only get hit back harder. By the end of it I was bloodied but coming for more.

Cinema Pub

I was walking the streets somewhere in England. An old bar was shutting down. The building was white and the door was metal painted shiny black. The building was thick with years of paint layers. 

I alternated persons in my dream. I was both the ecstatic new owner and the grudging appraiser. The building was purchased. Someone had painted the door lavender and part of the wall and stage inside. The interior had a stage, a main floor, and a lofted area with a bar. The floor was old unvarnished wood. There were two Chinese dog statues near the entrance. My two counterpoints argued about the interior. Specifically that it was small and the lavender was terrible and whomever changed it must have been spiteful. About the size the ecstatic me said but wait there’s a theater in the back. As I walked into the back room the two personalities dissolved and I was wholly myself. 

The theater chairs where demolished and strewn everywhere when before they had been lined up neatly. The chairs were white thick paint with brown cushions. I tried my best to put them together and eventually gave up. I heard laughter so I kept walking. 

I found my girlfriend lying nude on top of a mattress covered in blue sheets which was in turn laid upon a mass of broken chairs. She was lying next to a nude man, he was thin and a little lanky but had clearly tried to work out. They had clearly been engaged in conversation and had not recently had intercourse. 

She noticed me and we talked about it. She told me she needed someone else right now. There was distance with me that wouldn’t do. She dumped me but told me after she’s through with him I may have a chance again.

Walking in the dark

Jason and I were in an airport or mall food court ordering food. He was a bit short so I pulled out 200 with my chip and pin credit card. After getting our food I lost sight of him. So I walked several kilometers back to my car in the dark. The terrain was hilly and the roads were of poor quality. After getting to the car and not seeing him I decided to walk back. It started to rain. The road quickly became muddy and slippery. I pushed past a tree. I was yelling his name to no avail and kept walking. I saw him and we jokingly wrestled. He was wearing a baja sweater and a military scarf in grey. He then demanded I give him 65 cents change. I clasped him over the back and we kept walking.

Asian Airport

I had a stressful airport dream.

I was sitting on those Godly uncomfortable wire mesh chairs they have at the gates in some airports. I think LAX has them in the domestic terminal.

I was sitting reading a book and I had lost track of time. I looked at my watch and saw that I was going to be late.

I ran through the maze that was the terminal. All of the airport security agents were Mongolian and all of the airline employees were Chinese.

I woke up and never found out if I made it onto the plane. All I know is I had 2 minutes to make it to the gate.

Symphony Benefit

I woke suddenly standing in the doorway of an auditorium. I was slightly confused. It was as if with a puff of smoke I materialized here.

The auditorium was a cross between the Opera Nacional in Bucharest, Romania, Marco Forster Middle School auditorium, and Dana Hills High School Porthole Theater. The seats alternated between steel folding chairs and movie theater style fold down chairs. The slope was slight towards the front. There were hundreds of seats. The balcony and side seats were poorly visible as if they were empty or flickered in and out of existence.

Every seat but one was full. There were hundreds of people in formal wear. All the men were wearing black suits and white button up shirts. I was flickering between formal wear and casual wear. I found my way to my seat. I came in on the left entrance to the theater but ended up sitting near the right entrance. I was two-thirds back and on the left aisle seat. The light emitted from behind me as if someone had forgotten to close the door.

Suddenly my friend took the stage. There was a full fledged orchestra. The string section was in the front right and the percussion was in the left back of the stage obscured by shadows. The band started playing Metallica like something out of S&M. He began singing the lyrics to the song. After each song the audience smiled and applauded. This went on for several songs.

He welcomed everyone to the benefit fundraiser for his mothers cancer. People donated a percentage of their income to his mother for her treatment and medication. One person had a 2 million annual income and donated a goose egg. Another was a lawyer who made around a 100k and donated 43%. Applause was given to those who donated and shamed whisperings to those who didn’t. There was a discussion about income and food stamps for those who have extraordinary medical costs.

Bobbing at Sea

I was floating in the ocean. The water was maybe 10ft deep and clear. It was a light sea green with the sun shining brightly through the surface. I could see the ground underwater, it was the dark brown of a sandbar, and it only got cloudy when I flapped my feet near it. I never touched the bottom.

I was bobbing up and down. The water was all around me and stretched on towards the horizon and infinity.

There was a pink or yellow pool lounge raft nearby. On occasion a friend would flicker in and out.

When I sank below the surface I saw random objects from my apartment floating at different levels as if suspended in oil.

Whirling Dervishes

Dancers were whirling.

There were colored lights.

The setting reminded me of a Bollywood film.

I awoke with a start to the neighbor above me blasting what I can only assume to be Turkish dance music.

You Are A Pirate

I was dressed as a British officer on an old galleon in the Royal British Navy.

We were out in open water.

The skies were calm but the seas were rough.

The swells were coming up taller than the boat.

We were being thrown which way and that.

I tried to speak reason to the captain.

He had a stern weathered face and white wig.

He was in a similar uniform to myself.

He would not listen and decided to sail us into the storm.

The skies were black and heavy with rain.

As we sailed into it the ship heaved and seemed to want to tear apart at the seams.

I tried to organize a last ditch mutiny.

My efforts were rewarded with a musket shot to the chest.

I awoke at the beginning of my dream.

I would try again and again until the crew all met the same fate as in my first attempt and the ship was torn asunder.