I had not dreamed lucidly for sometime; in fact my dreaming had been scant for a while. I was in an unusual place to sleep – but a place where i had slept before but not many times. I fell quickly asleep, but had a distinct awareness of myself falling into that sleep. The scene where i became lucid, was a small room. It reminded me of the basic hut where i had done Ayahuasca, two years earlier; but there was no real indication, of what might be beyond this room. I was not alone; there seemed to be many other people similarly unfamiliar to the room. Someone was clearly leading what was going on, but what was going on i could not make out.
I remember at one point talking with my brother – the implication of which meant – in dreaming that my assemblage point was taken to a different location, for a specific time creating this new temporary scene. The purpose of this meeting seemed some sort of unfinished business. This was somewhat resolved and then i returned to the original scene, i had found myself in.
The lucidity was vague at this point – the mysts of mind and perception were lifting slowly and i was focusing and taking on the implications of what was going on gradually. I remember having a convseration or at least hearing some people excitedly talking, but couldn’t really make out their meaning or purpose – i did however think that these women were travellers. The most astounding thing about this part of the dream was that my auditory functions where enhanced; taking on a deeper significance than it had ever done before in dreaming. I woke up!
I was then alone in the room that i had gone to sleep in. I made a coffee unworried that i would be unable to go back to sleep and also had something to eat. I thought how lucid the dream had been especially in an auditory way. I climbed back into bed and took the customary dreaming position – i had found myself in when i woke up – to enhance my chances of going back into this dream or something like it.
I was quickly asleep and not unsurprised i was lucid dreaming again. However what did astonish me was that i was somewhere still in the location and in the same room. This place also reminded me of a school, but surely this country was in the developing world. With low breezeblock walls and possibly a flat roof – it seemed to be a centre of some sort. I remember lunging into the room – And i was explaining to the people gathered there ‘just what the inorganic beings where like’. It was not a nice description. I was talking; annotating my mimiciking of the gait of an inorganic being – low sloping movement with a slight wabbled from side to side….. I was about to go on to describe how they also leap and just how worthless they were, but something stopped me. The women in the dream had indeed been travelling and seemed to be backpacking around the countryside. They were in fits of hysterics at my antics – but i sensed something or someone disapproved. I felt myself taken aside. I was now starting at two men who at first i looked at and thought they were very similar – then i thought, “no you’re brothers” – and i shared it with. When i looked harder, i realised they were not only brothers but twins, and again i told them my findings. Looking at them then, and he seemed to become a duplicate of himself or perhaps it was one man infact. From that moment i was turned and was staring right into the face of a tall man, balding and with grey hair at the side and obvoiusly from his look, a Mexican. He showed me where i was; how low the low walls were of the place where we stood. I was in a corral in the Mexican desert stretching out beyond; a chaparral. I looked at him deeply. I looked into his eyes which were ‘kind’ and i realised he was assisting me. I looked and the words “Nestor” came upon my mouth. He looked puzzled. I then said, Don Genaro? and his puzzlment at least acknowledged my words.
From there he explained to me so very kindly that “Everything has puspose” – even the most wretched has a divine purpose to fullfil in this life and nothing should be sneared at. Even the most wicked devil, bound for the certainties of hell – should be at least looked upon with some pity, but what’s more this is respect. I felt admonished, but gently so. He had explained to me a very deep point i thought and i realised he was a sorcerer. It had been done kindly without pointing out my partcular slip in trying to impress the rest of the travellers. He whipped me off, then saying, i know what you need.
I was placed in the middle of the courtyard – on my knees bent overwith my elbows tucked in. Reed hoops where placed over my head, in descending size – so as to cover me to the shoulders with just my head exposed. At this moment i felt a plate being slide into place behind me; then a plate to the right against a frame that seemed to be covering me – then a plate to the left was put into place leaving just the front and top exposed. Quickly a roof was added – these plates were red and made of rusty sheet metal with rudimentary handles. I was then looking out of this enclosed space from the front – i realised just how snug the fit and then as soon as i had done, the final plate was introduced forming a crate around me, in which i was encased. I could hear the shreiks from the female travellers but i felt completely calm. I understood what this was. I realised this was a principle of sorcery – namely a warrior burys himself for enlightenment. And this was likely a similar crate or the very same one that Don Juan used on Castaneda.
Again, at that moment – I woke up!