Dreaming of Dreaming – A Hint of A True Nightmare

Sometime yesterday, I think it was, I posted a comment saying, “bring on the nightmares (especially if they’re on Elm street)”. Last night I seemed to have got my wish. I have some truly bizarre dreams and it takes quite a bit to shake me up, but last night’s was… well, it was something of a lesson in “be careful what you wish for”.

Last night’s dream was a bit trippier than most.

Of the details that I can recall…

In my dream I was laying in bed. Though I could see around most of my room, it was very dark; darker than is natural. My room was also different somehow. Something like a cage, maybe. The door was replaced with a large square cage-like cell door. To get an idea of what it looked like, it was black and had holes through it in a manner very similar to milk crates, though bigger.

There was some… entity… that had me stuck in my room and wouldn’t let me out. Though not evil, it was certainly a very dark being. It was not visible even though it was present: I got the impression that it was above me somehow, looking down at me trapped in my room.

I spoke to it. It had a deep voice. As I sit here typing this thinking back over the dream I seem to recall an impression that the thing was giving me a lesson – for earlier saying “bring on the nightmares”.

The dream is trickier than that, though. You see, in my dream I was dreaming about the room being a cage.

Worse, I became aware that my father was in the other room dieing. I knew that I couldn’t get out of my room. I don’t remember exactly what the voice said to me but it was taunting me, in a cool manner of perhaps fewer than expected words, about how I couldn’t get out of my room to save him.

In real life I do occasionally check on my father because he’s known to pass out. Rarely, but he does, and there have been occasions where he probably wouldn’t have came back if I hadn’t brought him back to conciousness. So this part of the dream struck ‘close to home’.

As my dream world self was dreaming of this scenario I could feel my father slipping away in the other room. Somehow I knew that turning on the light would make the darkness go away and return my bedroom door to normal so that I could get out of my room and save him.

It was somewhere around this point that my dreaming self realized that I was dreaming. Of course, I was laying in my bed, paralyzed due to the sleep, but if I could just get the light on…

I find myself a bit disapointed in what choice I decided to take next. I knew that I was dreaming but for some reason I decided to continue with the dream scenario. Granted, it was my dreaming self realizing that I was dreaming (that is, a dream within a dream), but I wish that I would have taken that extra small step and taken it lucid. I’ve done that in the past and those experiences are incredible.

I don’t exactly recall if my dream self turned on the light in the dream or if my sleeping dream self woke up and turned on the light, but I think that it was the latter.. possibly. In either case, I somehow got the light on and dashed out of my bedroom door to tend to my father.

That’s where the dream ends and I woke up.

The most interesting impression that I got in the dream is that the voice / dark entity was a real entity. A seperate being who, for whatever reason, thought it important to “teach me a lesson”. I also got the impression that it was a spirit entity with more than a little wisdom and power about it.

Why? I have no idea. As very odd as it may be, my bet is that he was simply passing through and decided to drop in a lesson: be thankful for your situation.

I could be wrong though.

~Mysk

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