This was a scary one, and it happened many hours ago, so it’s a bit fuzzy now. There were many, many details, but all I remember is the gist of it.
The setting was some kind of “roughing it” campsite, much rougher than the cabanas where I stayed in Mexico last week. The environment was more like a rain forest than a warm jungle. It was cool and damp, and there was a lot of off-and-on rain. There were probably 15 or 20 people around, and although I don’t know who they were, there was a sense of familiarity, as if we had spent some weeks together already.
This would have been fine, except there was a pervasive feeling of something being wrong. Specifically, something wrong with me. I have dreams of supernatural powers fairly often–levitation, flying, telekinesis, etc.–but this one was much more powerful. In my dream, I knew that I had somehow tapped into an immensely powerful force, one that I was unfamiliar with, and did not welcome. It was in me, although I didn’t want it.
In my flying dreams, I can take off and fly by an act of will, but there’s a cost in terms of mental energy. It requires a huge amount of concentration, and it drains me quickly, although once I feel I’ve hit the spot, so to speak, I can take off and fly for as long as I can hold that thought. The same applies to bending things with my mind, or moving things from across the room. In my dreams, I am quite good at these things, and I confess that I’ve tried them all in the waking life (since I remember how to do them), but have never been able to muster the kind of mental concentration and subsequent transcendence as I can in my dreams.
The scary thing is that I always feel as if this power is not entirely within me, but is something external that I am tapping into–something truly supernatural. It scares me, which prevents me (in my dreams) from going too far into it, as I feel another presence that I’m not ready to confront.
In last night’s dream, the power I held was to shake the ground, from deep within, like an earthquake. I don’t know what it meant, and it scared the bejeeziz out of me, yet I felt compelled to do it. I carried this secret around for some time, and finally started to confide in people that I could do this. Of course no one believed me, but after I had enough people who were at least curious, I lay down on the ground to demonstrate.
Please remember that my state of mind was not that of someone showing off, but of someone needing to show something that should not be shown–as if I were revealing the scene of a crime. I was scared, but I felt a deep compulsion to see this through, to get it out. So I lay on the wet ground and started to concentrate. I could feel it building in my brain, and then the power came over me like the nightmare that it was and the ground started to quiver and tremble, and then it to shake and shake more. The sound was tremendous as the ground hammered into itself beneath me, and the hastily-built camping structures around me started to collapse, and the earth on the surrounding hills began to avalanche. People were screaming and I kept it up, more, more. Then, just as I felt as if I was about to go completely over the edge–to who knows where–I finally eased off and the ground calmed itself and finally lay still.
I was scared to death, and so were those around me. What was this power for? Why me? Why can’t I just ignore it? As people started to crowd around I felt myself being lifted and everything took on a different feeling and then I realized I was waking up. So I woke, and I lay there in the dark for a long time, too afraid to move. I finally reached over and turned on the radio, seeking something to distract me. Eventually I dozed off, without realizing it, and had a scrap of a dream about a poltergeist in the room moving things around. I woke from that and turned on the light for a few minutes, just to reset my perceptions. Finally I fell back asleep and slept peacefully until morning.