By Maria Isabel Pita © 2014
On January 28, 2014, I tried for the second time in a lucid dream to meet up with a man called ‘Flow of My Soul’, who I never met in person, but who was virtually introduced to me by a mutual friend.
Flow of my Soul’s Lucid Dream:
It started in emptiness, I thought of going back to that field and meeting you. As soon as I appeared there I thought that this time I want to look for your dreams instead of creating mine… I thought of your name, remembered my email conversations with you and tried to recall if I got your name right: Maria Isabel Pita.
It was dark; I was in some kind of emptiness. I saw a woman. I thought it was you. I came closer and she looked like you… Several things happened at once, you came really close to me, face-to -face. I had the impression you were about to kiss me… I came to you and left you several times… the dream continued, we kissed and so on…
Maria Isabel Pita’s Lucid Dream:
I slip into dreams and at one point become aware of sitting in the leather chair in my study facing the small round black table in the corner where I usually stack books I‘m reading. Instead of books there is a man‘s head sitting on it… I tell him something to the effect of, ‘I‘m going to speak directly to you.’ … The man‘s head is now closer and has changed, become absolutely present. I clearly see his features and large dark eyes as they look up and meet mine. I realize with a haunting thrill that I‘m still dreaming, of course. I see the man‘s face clearly, his short black hair and large dark, absolutely sentient eyes. The moment his eyes meet mine is so intense, the mysterious shock of another awareness.
The head begins speaking to me. I listen and watch in absolute fascination because I‘ve never experienced anything like this in a lucid dream before. He speaks rapidly and, I realize, keeps switching from one language to another. First it sounds like Russian, then it sounds like French, and when I hear ‘Gustav Flaubert’ my impression is confirmed: he‘s quoting examples from the literature of all these different nationalities.
And I get the feeling there is something romantic about the quotes. I tell him, ‘Your face changes every second’ as I can‘t take my eyes off what looks like a super-accelerated computer morphing software at work as his features, even the shape of his skull, of his cheeks, the texture of his skin, etc. all shift and yet also flow together at the same time so that I see the countenances of countless different men, young and old, all addressing me as a single man, as one magically talking head!
I‘m not really afraid, but I have been pushing my chair back away from him a little, not quite knowing what to make of this uncanny phenomena. ‘You‘re just a head,’ I protest, staring at it where it sits on my black table, then suddenly it’s gone, replaced by a rectangular and colorfully illustrated cover of some sort. It looks like a video cover for a romantic film. I‘m slightly relieved but mainly disappointed. ‘And now you‘re just a cover,’ I say, and wake, wondering what the heck just happened.
Flow of my Soul’s comments:
In my dream I had no dreaming body. It was just me trying to find what you were dreaming… I did not focus on my body at all, all I was trying to do was see your dream world, how it looks to you and how you imagine your dream sharing location. Maybe that’s the reason why you saw my head only. I was not walking, not doing any physical movements, I just observed your world and communicated with you. It was more of a communication than a kiss; when we kissed it did not feel like an action, it felt like communication, but a weird communication, because I was not sure what was happening… Yea, the eye contact was very intense!… In all my lucid dreams, I never limit myself to how we are in real life… I do not pay attention to one language, I just pay attention to communication, and I often find myself speaking in other languages in my dreams.
Also, in almost every single dream, I find myself using quotes of famous people. I wake up and search those quotes and sometimes they’re real, sometimes not, and sometimes I can’t understand what I said because it was a language I don’t know. In my dreams I am often shapeless, formless… I feel like being a solid object limits me a lot; in other words, having fixed and limited knowledge limits us from being who we are.
Now you understand how surprised I was when you wrote that you saw the man’s head always morphing and changing, talking in different languages, using literature and quotes from different people. I am still shocked. I think it was me there in your study. I never knew that in dreams my appearance can be dynamic and always morphing.
I believe the Dream Space is my inner Self, a creative expression of my Soul which, metaphorically, is a uniquely self-contained drop in an infinite ocean of Life-Consciousness. In quantum speak, the rhythm of the tide is the unfathomable power of Thought collapsing probabilities in a glimmering foam of universes. My inner Self has access to immeasurably more knowledge than my waking personality because it exists beyond the confines of time and space, much like a child playing a game who only pretends to be limited by its rules.
And like individual living cells in a single body, I believe our dream spaces constantly brush up against and partially merge with other dream spaces, other inner Selves. Planet earth and its archetypal unconscious may also be just one cell in the organic structure of the cosmos, so that in the Lifeblood of dreams we potentially meet and flirt with other forms of being.
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