Part 6 of 6
Whatever was surrounding me would give a little but would not yield. I felt extremely frustrated, and struggled again and again in vain. I also had the distinct feeling that I was in a situation I had been in before, almost a feeling that I was dreaming a recurring dream. All of a sudden I realized where I was. I was in the womb of a woman, and I was a baby struggling to be born. With this realization, I began to feel my way around the place a little, squishing all sorts of gooshy things with my feet. I realized there must be an opening somewhere in the smooth, warm elastic wall, and began consciously feeling for it with my head. I found the opening, and began pushing myself into it, almost desperately, and also began to feel the turbulent reactions of the woman’s body to my progress. There was a definite feeling of anxiety connected with being enclosed in such a “tunnel”, and I wanted very much to accomplish the passage as quickly as possible. But in some way, I felt confident. It stemmed from that feeling, now familiar to me, of “trusting my personal power”. At this point the dream scene changed. I was sitting on the floor in some living room, and across from me, staring at me, was a boy about four or five years old. He pointed at me, and playfully called out my name. He called me something like Darrel, or Aaron, or Darren.
I have wondered to this day if it was Aaron, for that is what my wife would decide to name my son about a year later. ((Additional (happened about a year later):)) I dreamed of my son twice before his birth. I dreamed of him once as a newborn babe, and once as a child of about three. The dreams were visually accurate. At the age of three he looked very much like he had in the dream. In the dream, I was standing to the side and behind him, holding him back from playing in a fireplace fire. I remember very distinctly the look and the feel of his eyes. There is no doubt in my mind that I saw him, as he would be. Indeed, the thing that stood out in the dream of him as a new born babe was also his eyes. They were unusually bright and piercing and intelligent in the newborn dream, and very soft and contemplative in the fireplace dream. But both were unmistakable and to me very recognizable aspects of what he would come to be. *** “…there are two ways of properly crossing the second gate of dreaming. One is to wake up in another dream…the alternative is to use the items of a dream to trigger another dream…” (The Art of Dreaming) Became aware in a dream while walking along a rocky ridge high on a cliff wall overlooking a gorgeous clear lake. I hopped and skipped for about 1/4 of a mile, boulder hopping, playfully performing maneuvers that were quite dangerous, not afraid because I knew I was in my dreaming body.
At that point I started sloping downward intending to go down to the water, and then the dream scene changed and I was on a sandy beach on a small cove of this same beautiful lake. There I began to gaze briefly in every direction, trying to form a clear and lasting image of the whole place, fully aware of trying to look at things as Juan had recommended. After taking the place in, I decided for some reason to go ahead and look at my hands for a bit, thinking that it might help me to dream longer. I sat there in the sand and stared at my hands for 10-15 seconds. A big wave suddenly came in then, and got me wet, and splashed my glasses, which I then took off and tried to clean with my wet shirt ((now there’s something I wonder about—wearing glasses)). I focused on the difference between no glasses, glasses, and wet glasses. I wasn’t sure there was much difference in clarity between glasses and no glasses. At this point I stood up and walked back toward the back of the cove, and I found a trail that went off into the woods. I decided to take this trail, and after walking a bit, all at once I found myself standing looking at a small building in the woods. I got the feeling it was perhaps an abandoned resort hotel. Then the scene changed again and I was inside the hotel in what seemed to be a combination lounge and gift shop. I performed my systematic “intake” of the room, glancing in all directions, beginning to wonder how long I could maintain the aware dream state.
I raised my hands again and looked at them briefly, again wondering if that would help me keep going. In the room, I found a dry t-shirt, so I took off the wet one and put on the new one. Then I began to examine in detail the numerous weird “toys” that were on the shelves. Some were very unusual, and I picked up and played with several of them). I must have become too engrossed in this, for after doing this for a while, I woke up. *** Believe it or not, the above is not an exhaustive account of my dreaming experiences of years ago (1987-1989), though it does include the most interesting ones (except for all the dreaming experiences I posted before writing this, which presumably are already in the archives of the group somewhere). I hope you have found my account in some way entertaining or informative. It feels good to have found a place to publish all these dreams, which I somewhat obsessively recorded long ago. Hopefully making this available to others at last will help me to be less obsessive about what I have done, and help me to move on… - David Worrell