By Sharon Martens © 2016
During the early summer of 2014, my lucid dream task was to talk to the Architect behind the dream and ask to be shown things of importance. I set several intentions on a daily basis. On June 29, 2014 I awoke at 5:30 a.m. and decided to try for a WILD. I did some regulated breathing to get myself relaxed and focused. I think I fell asleep after about 15 minutes, so it wasn‘t a true WILD, but the starry tunnel that opens up in the floor next to my bed during many of my lucid dreams appeared. I was lucid, but not terribly so. I dreamt the following:
Not By Design
I enter the tunnel and concentrate on feeling myself falling. The stars that usually are present are covered by clouds. There is one bright spot that I try to peer into, but I‘m falling past too quickly to really get a good look. As I come out of the tunnel there is all darkness beneath me and I feel quite certain I‘m going to land in deep water. Instead I land on the dark floor of a large warehouse- like enclosure. I recall my dream intention and loudly call out, ‘Please show me Unconditional Love!’ Several dream characters seem concerned about this.
Nothing very interesting happens and so I wander through the warehouse for a little while. A large candy sucker is laying on the floor, I pick it up and begin to lick it. I find my way outside where the night is clear and mild. It‘s delightful and I jump up into the sky and begin flying over a city sidewalk where a small group of women are walking with a little girl between them. I smile and swoop down to offer the girl my lollipop.
She accepts with an answering smile and I fly off, feeling a tiny bit guilty for having already eaten part of the sucker. I catch sight of what I take to be a large nest in the upper branches of a distant tree and decide I‘d like to visit it. Taking careful aim I kind of shoot myself towards the nest, flying higher than usual in such dreams.
The nest turns out to be the open air offices of a clothing design team. I enter through the open windows and land. A woman there is expecting me. This surprises me and I ask how she knew I was coming. She glances at the clock and informs me that it was just time for me to arrive and that I‘d be waking up soon. It looks to me like the clock says 11:30, but I know that in waking life it must be somewhere around 6:00 a.m. I figure since I‘ll be waking up soon, I might as well ask again about my dream intent. I ask to be shown unconditional love.
The woman says that first I would have to change the design of the dress I‘d been working on. She shows me a small picture of a little black dress, telling me it needs to be more sheer. As I begin to rework the design, she instructs me that it needs to be lower cut across the bodice as well. I question this in my mind, What?? These changes do not seem to be conducive to unconditional love. I finish the new drawing very quickly and sit up on the counter, sort of waiting for the vision or whatever of unconditional love. I feel myself waking up, very disappointed.
A few days later, I had the following dream, again about 5:00 in the morning:
I Am Your Mother
I‘m in an upper flat with Janice, my waking life coworker. I go to take a look in a mirror and notice that I have a small diamond stud in my pierced upper lip. This really upsets me for a few moments because I don‘t recall ever having this done and surely I would remember getting my lip pierced, wouldn‘t I? Then I realize I‘m dreaming, thank God. I feel relief as I yell to Janice that we are dreaming. She doesn‘t seem to notice or care.
I remember my objective, which is to ask the Dream Architect to show me something. Previously I had asked to see Unconditional Love, with little success. I decide to ask for a glimpse of something amazing and shout my request out to the dream. I take a seat on a convenient couch and wait. Nothing happens so I shout my request again. I settle back and wait expectantly.
The next room over grows dark and I feel a small creeping apprehension, what if I see something frightening? I remind myself it‘s a dream and order myself to calm down. Out from the darkened room, from behind a rack of clothes, two little girls come forward. It‘s Anna and Rachel, my two waking life daughters, aged about 7 and 4. (In waking life they are 32 and 29.) They appear exactly as they were when they were little, Anna wears one of the long prairie style dresses she favored back then.
They approach me shyly and I begin to talk with them. Anna tells me a complicated story about Rachel being an only child or a middle child. I ask about their mother; does Anna love her mother? Anna scowls and she shakes her head, ‘No I hate her.’ I‘m stopped short, stunned really, taken by unpleasant surprise. Then I say to Anna, ‘Well I know for a fact that your mother loves you.’ She questions this and I smile, filled with love for her. I tell her I know this because I am her mother.
I slowly come awake, realizing that I only had to be reminded, that I already knew what Unconditional Love looked like. And it is amazing indeed.