Friday 10.26.2012
Chris and I have recently purchased a second house, a vacation home on the bay of a lake. We have invited my family over for the first time. It’s a grey, overcast day. My sister takes off in a small speedboat with my nephew as we all watch. (When I wake from the dream, I’m not sure if it is my sister Jo or Jamie, or both of them. Or which nephew, though I think it is Jeremy. But in the dream I know who is in the boat.)
We see the boat cross a channel into the larger lake. Soon a fog descends, and two huge ocean-sized cargo ships sail past us. I panic as I realize that this lake we are living on is actually an inland sea, or perhaps an ocean. I’m afraid that the boat my sister(s) are driving will be capsized by the huge wakes of the giant ships, or be hit by them in the thick fog. Everyone assures me that the small boat has lights and that my sister(s) know how to navigate in the fog and dangerous waters.
So I go inside the house, which is full of guests. I look around, almost a guest myself since the house is so new to me. (Yet when I wake up, the house and its location are vaguely familiar.) People are in the kitchen; we prepare food and eat together.
Then I head to bed in the upper floor. The bedroom is like an attic, large and open with a vaulted ceiling. I lay down next to Chris in a double bed that has a fabric canopy with a triangular peak. The bed is located under the vault of the roof. So it feels like the bed is inside a double pyramid.
I fall asleep and awaken to a lucid dream of a male voice. The voice is loud and stern, the voice of a Master Teacher. He instructs me to curl my body into the tight ball we use as a warm-up exercise in Tai Chi, holding my knees tightly to my chest. This opens the spine and activates the light-body. As my spine opens, I feel the Teacher grab me from behind, under my armpits, and lift me. We rocket into space at the speed of light, or faster.
I don’t have any memory of our journey. I do remember returning to an empty bed. Chris is sleeping in another bed. I wake him and we investigate a hidden wing of the house. We can see into the wing via a small peephole in the attic wall. There is no furniture, no doorway, and the floors are bare concrete. Chris is the only one who has been inside; no one else in the house is aware of its existence.
Day notes:
Everyone is waiting for Sandy, the Perfect Storm, to make landfall along the eastern seaboard.