Spinning Dice

[Summerlander]

13/08/2011:

In the evening of the previous day, there was a family party for my sister-in-law Sharon, who had come down from Cornwall to attend mine and Stacey's wedding, and is now about to leave.  I drank a whole bottle of Rose table wine and felt tipsy.  Back home, I made love to my wife, fell asleep and had a series of dreams.  The latest two dreams were vivid and the most memorable. 

In the first vivid dream, me and my wife were preparing food for Christmas and our residence was different.  The fridge was full and Stacey told me not to worry because meat was being kept in a cold storage room outside the house.  I went outside to check on the meat and saw houses surmounted with snow.  I was worried about foxes contaminating the meat so I voiced my concern to Stacey.  She assured me no foxes would come but that's when we saw one approaching the house.  Unexpectedly, two wolves appeared and killed the fox by tearing it apart. 

Muzzily, I got up around 7 am to use the toilet and went back to bed.  Despite being groggy, I decided to try entering the Phase.  Instead, I fell asleep and had the second vivid dream.  I was being accompanied by a guru in India (or my idea of India because I have never been there).  After showing me around, he took me to a small temple to meditate.  We sat on a rug with images of Hindu deities and mandalas on it.  During my meditation, the wise guru asked me what I thought being enlightened meant.  I gave him my best guess by saying that enlightenment is the realisation of oneness, of being more in touch with the whole, and that one does not need to seek any profound truth in the objective world as everything can be found within us. 

He told me to look deep within, and, when I closed my eyes, I felt at peace.  Then, he asked me if I could feel the stillness within.  The world seemed to stop and I experienced an inward stillness.  I felt empty and free.  No concepts burdened me for a brief moment before an overwhelming joy filled my heart.  The enlightening sensation caused me to levitate.  The guru shared my exhilaration as we both had realised what had happened.  I had become enlightened in my dream.  Exultantly, I stood up to look at myself in one of the temple's mirrors.  My jaw dropped when I saw that my reflection possessed a dozen eyes, and yet, I remained ignorant to being in the dream state. 

I was eager to tell people about my experience so I ran out of the temple.  Outside, my mobile rang and it was Stacey asking me to meet her at a stadium.  I was there instantly, and saw a lot of Indian people playing football in the pitch.  There were chairs for spectators and drinks were being sold at a sheltered bar.  Stacey showed up and I told her about becoming enlightened but she wasn't interested.  My mobile rang and someone wanted to speak to her.  I watched the game while she spoke on the phone. 

One of the players invited me to join his team.  I also heard someone mention that my stepfather Sergio would be playing but I never saw him.  During the game, I kept thinking about my enlightening experience and didn't even pay attention to where the ball went.  I approached the stadium walls which were decorated with mandalas.  I noticed a gradual loss of sight and became lucid. 

Immediately, I rubbed the pale blue bricks in front of me in order to remain in the Phase.  As I touched chairs, tables, and the shelter's pillars, I witnessed the decorated walls becoming more defined.  Time seemed to have stopped when I glanced at the footballers in the pitch.  They resembled motionless zombies.  As vision blurred again, I felt that an exit from the Phase was imminent if I didn't perform a technique to maintain the state.  I noticed a Phase inhabitant right next to me and grabbed his arm.  I rubbed the character's shirt sleeve and vision was pristine once more. 

I glided towards the bar, and, on noticing some bottles, chalices and glasses, decided to smash one of them to see what would happen.  I threw a wine glass against a pillar and it shattered.  The way in which the shards of glass scattered on the floor seemed odd to me.  An Asian-looking lady asked me if everything was okay.  I didn't engage in conversation, opting to feel her hair and body instead.  She stood still and did not react to what I was doing.  Suddenly, I returned to wakefulness and heard myself snoring loudly.  I thought that the alcohol must have caused it. 

Then, I remained motionless and recalled the inward stillness I experienced in my dream prior to my lucidity.  I started to relive it and felt myself levitating.  I exited the body by floating out and assumed a different position in order to prevent being pulled back.  I stood on the floor of a hazy version of my room after my successful separation.  I rubbed my hands together and blew on them.  The Phase gained a little depth, but, objects displayed ghostly contours. 

A red dice I picked up from the TV stand, which spun constantly between my thumb and index in a way that would have defied the laws of physics had it been actual, showed no sign of stopping.  The spinning was fast but fragmented and unlike the continuous diamond-shaped obscuration observed when a dice is spun in the physical realm.  A window ledge and a wall were out of focus as I rubbed them at arm's length.  There was no improvement until I observed the objects at a distance of about six inches while perceiving their solidity with my hands. 

Michael Raduga's tactic worked as the Phase environment surpassed the waking world in quality.  In my bed lay two bodies under the covers, and, above them, on the wall, were posters of Walt Disney characters where my art about the Phase should have been.  The colours of the posters were vivid and stood out against the cadmium blue wall, particularly the reds and the indigo.  The posters resembled the pictures of Disney characters I drew as a child.  The closer inspection of one of them revealed Donald Duck and his nephews furiously chasing Uncle Scrooge out of their house.  Some objects were being hurled at the old miser, who held on to his hat as he sought refuge.  I laughed at the fact that I was looking at cartoons in the Phase. 

I walked into the hallway after that, and saw that my reflection was missing in the mirror.  I entered the mirror to find myself in a different house where the interior was mostly lime green and exuded surreality.  There was a corridor leading to other rooms and daylight oozed from a spatious kitchen.  I shouted "hello" several times but the sound I gave off was closer to that of a whisper.  As I approached translucent doors leading to the back of the house, I returned to wakefulness and could hear myself snoring again.  It was poetic.  I didn't even feel rough at 9.05 am, which makes me wonder if the Phase state prevents - and is a remedy for - hangovers.  Returning from the Phase is usually invigorating for me anyway. 

I made some notes in my journal and thought about the guru character in my dream.  He could have been a wise aspect of my personality.  He seemed to be getting my attention to an undeniably blissful stillness which can be accessed deep within the psyche once all distractions are discarded.  Perhaps it's a good idea to contact this element of my subconscious again.

[Lionheart]

 Your spinning red dice sounds just like my focus tool which is a spinning top. Congratulations on a fantastic voyage!

[Summerlander]

Thanks, Lionheart.  It was interesting to observe it spinning by itself and it was so clear when it shouldn't have been because it was spinning.  It was surreal. 

[the8reader]

did it ever stop. what number did the dice stop on.. sounds like a fun trip.

[Summerlander]

Sorry, I shifted my attention from it.  It didn't seem like it would ever stop though.  After that, it's like I no longer held anything.  In that environment, logic can pretty much go out of the window.  It's like being in a macro-world where quantum level rules apply.  One minute something is, the next it isn't...

[bluremi]

Very interesting description. Dreams are usually boring to read because they are just a random sequence of non-sequetors, but you made it engrossing by describing the dream in terms of phasing techniques and their effect on your perceptions.

[Summerlander]

Thanks.  And I'm glad people are paying attention to the techniques I mentioned.  They can really help and I can't emphasise this anymore than I have.