Had this incredible dream last night. I can’t tell if my endocrine system has completely malfunctioned, producing an excessive some-kind-of hormone that has been causing all these strange dreams, or if there is a gas leak in my apartment and I’m slowly being poisoned. Either way, as long as the end result isn’t lethal, I say keep it coming.
I started remembering the dream as I was standing on some sort of elevated ledge facing the horizon at sunset. I wasn’t sure where I was, but it must have been summertime and close to 8pm around sunset. The horizon was a deep shade of turquoise, blending into a dark navy blue. The sky was littered with all kinds of space crafts. Small and large, the entire sky was filled with floating, zipping, and hovering machines that had a ‘futuristic urban decay’ sort of feel. There were monolithic machines, moving at a slow pace across the horizon, there were also small drones zipping by. There were lights and soft glows being emitted from what looked like control panels or cockpits of all of these machines. This was the future, somewhere around 2200. Space had become limited, and technology so advanced, that the human race had begun to craft platforms and machines in the sky on which they could travel, inhabit, work, etc. I couldn’t tell what each of these machines purpose was, but there were so many.
I was standing with someone, I don’t recall who. Matter of fact, I don’t remember where I was, who I was with, or where I was trying to go. But I just very vividly recall a sunset sky scattered with machines. In any case, the person I was with recommended that we head to Dubai. I was confused, trying to determine how we would get there, and how long it would take. I was assured it was no problem at all. We boarded a nearby spacecraft from what looked like a future version of La Guardia airport. Once on the plane (reminiscent of a Virgin airlines jet with much more lights, music, and futuristic appeal), I looked at my boarding pass which claimed the flight from where I was to Dubai was 60 minutes. I was stunned. There were beds and seats, and flight hostesses that looked like they had stepped out of a Star Trek movie.
It was like a glimpse into the future, with my confusion to match the new world I was in. I woke up soon after.
Had another, extremely vivid, very lucid dream last night. I don’t know what’s changed, but that’s two lucid dreams in one week.
Dreamt that I was standing in a bedroom of a brick building in a big city. This is where I was at least when I realized I was dreaming. I peaked my head out of the window to a mid-afternoon sunny day. The dress of the passers-by below seemed unusually 1940’s ish. I wanted to verify that I was in fact dreaming, and thus tried to make some of the pedestrians below just glance up at me. And just with that very thought, a whole handful of people four stories below just looked up and stared at me. I remember noticing one man, in a red suit jacket and a black top hat, who was staring it me particularly sternly.
For whatever reason, my first thought was that I was standing inside a bedroom which must have been a symbol of something, like a hidden room on the inside of my consciousness (thanks books by Carl Jung). So I started quickly opening drawers and cabinets trying to find something unusual, or a symbol of something that seemed out of place. I figured if I found something that didn’t belong in a bedroom, I might uncover something about myself that may be repressed or a mental ailment that has yet to be processed and addressed. In short time, I ran out of doors to open, except the door to exit from the bedroom I was in. When I opened that door, I stepped into a laundry room with running machines. It was dark and in the corner I found a small child who was crying. He said something along the lines of, “But I want to stay here / I don’t want to leave.” And that’s when things became pretty intense, and I awoke at about 4am.
Started reading The Prince by Machiavelli. This book is loaded with centuries old truths that are no less applicable today than they were in 1500.
“Machiavelli, in his “History of Florence”, gives us a picture of the young men among whom his youth was passed. He writes: “They were freer than their forefathers in dress and living, and spent more in other kinds of excesses, consuming their time and money in idleness, gaming, and women; there chief aim was to appear well dressed and to speak with wit and acuteness, while he who could wound others the most cleverly was thought the wisest.”
This sounds familiar.
“Machiavelli has painted Ferdinand of Aragon as the man who accomplished great things under the cloak of religion, but who in reality had no mercy, faith, humanity, or integrity; and who, had he allowed himself to be influenced by such motives, would have been ruined.”
This also sounds familiar.