Ripples of nothingness between brilliant cosmic happenings

Here's a dream from a couple of years ago. It was toward the end that this one got really interesting. Also of note... this is an example of one of those rare dreams where I was able to maintain a wakeful consciousness through falling asleep, through the entire dream, and then awoke without ever breaking that constant stream.

Saturday, February 3rd 2007

Wow, just had a pretty amazing trip through my consciousness. I was listening to Ken Wilbur speak on some audio CDs I recently bought and was getting sleepy, so I laid down on my bed. I watched as I slipped into the hypnogogic. I had hallucinations of people walking through my room, steve and jessica coming in and trying to talk to me, the whole time I still heard Ken Wilbur talking. The room I was lying in became my grandparents back room, I got up and walked around, Karen and Sue were at the sink where grandma usually is, except the sink was on the other side of the room. I patted Karen on the back, she looked at me and was sad… very un-Karen like. Sue looked happier, but I could see through her façade. I told her with my mind that I knew, and understood, yet now looking back I’m not sure I know what I claimed to know. Had grandma and grandpa passed? I walked into the living room and all the furniture was different. I remember thinking that perhaps I was seeing a glimpse of some change that was going to take place in the future. Remembering some of my recent goals for my lucid dreams, I sat in the living room and meditated.

Into a bright, light-blue expanse I merged. I let energy flow freely through my body and felt myself being projected upward into the blue. I consciously reflected on Wilbur’s spectrum of consciousness, and about how it was likely that I was experiencing blue because it corresponds to my level of consciousness. Looking at his spectrum now, it makes perfect sense, as I’ve put myself at turquoise now for a few months. This is exciting, as it I’m at the uppermost portion of the second tier, which means I could be on the verge of a big breakthrough. The Dark Night of the Senses may soon be upon me.

Streams of letters and numbers materialized in the blue and ran to and fro like millions of ticker-tapes stacked on top of each other. I didn’t make any of it out… although it looked like random gibberish, I remember thinking that there was likely some complex pattern to the data flashing before me. Was I watching some higher-level computational functioning of my own mind? I floated down and out of the blue bliss. I came to rest standing on a green lawn, the bright sun shining over head in the blue sky. Was that the blue I had just come from? I let the energy flow through me and I project upwards again, I get high enough so that the blue is all that I see in front of me, but it isn’t the same. I was not engulfed in it as I had been before. Also, before there had been a feeling of unity with the blue, this time it was something I was just looking at.

I float back down and lie in the grass. I feel the blades slightly prick my skin all over.

I consciously decide it’s time to transition into formlessness… to move from subtle to causal. I pull myself down through the ground, into the darkness on the other side. I get about half my body, including my arms and head through, but am being held back by some force. I reflect that perhaps I’m not meant to go this way, and get small intuitive sparks of caution. I allow the strange force from above to catapult me back into the green dream-field. As I was projected, I can only describe the feeling as being rippley… like the ripples on a pond after a stone is thrown in.

The next thing I know I’m in a room, it feels like my room, and am standing in front of a large glass bay-window. There is bright white light on the other side. I open my arms and embrace it and it whites out everything in sight. No window, no room, no me, but only for a brief moment… it then subsides and I see some of my friends on the other side of the glass, Dave, Verillo, Daniel Delia, some other girls. They are walking and laughing. I reflect on how they look happy, yet about how it is weird that there are random girls with them.

I stop and meditate again… I’m pulled into a kaleidoscopic worm-hole… the ride is exhilarating. I consciously wonder whether this is bringing me into the causal state or if it is just another subtle dream experience. Exploding through what must be the end of wormhole, I directly experience a supernova exploding in the distance, stars and galaxies form in front of my awareness in matters of milliseconds. There are two or three brief momentary ripples of nothingness, between brilliant cosmic happenings. I’m then floating through a gravity-less junk yard of unknown treasures, objects I’ve never seen before and couldn’t describe if I tried floated by me in brilliant colors I don’t know the names to. I looked down at my hands and saw that I indeed had a dream form, but some of my finger-tips were tattered and ripped up. My nails were crooked and long… they looked like the hands of a long-time traveler, who has been through uncharted territory for untold eons. The dream fades and I am lying on my back on the bed in my room with my eyes close. I reflect on how amazing the experience was, and then open my eyes, never having lost consciousness through the whole trip. Ever-present awareness. Pretty good stuff.