Dreamland | A Journey Through the In Between
I had a wild dream last night that woke me up mid- motion. Maybe it was something else the woke me up? I’m not even sure what to call it.
I woke up vibrating. I wasn’t shaking, not trembling, not panicking, but vibrating! My body felt like it’s humming at a frequency too high to hold me in place. I wasn’t afraid or shocked, but I was absolutely convinced that something was happening.
I felt like I was hovering, almost lifting off the bed, my entire body buzzing with intensity I didn’t know how to shut down. I remember thinking, very calmly that I needed to bring this intensity down.
The dream itself had been wild, but the physical sensations that followed were wilder. The vibration ran through my entire body. My brain felt scrambled, like static. My mouth tasted like metallic. I lay there for several minutes waiting for it to fade, hoping it would pass on its own. It didn’t.
So, I got up. I drank some water and took a calming gummy. I put my massaging mask on and eventually fell back to asleep for another few hours straight back into the same bizarre dreamland.
I don’t know where any of this came from. It felt otherworldly. Yet part of me wonders if it had something to do with the day before, when I forced into “peopling.” I hate that. Especially, when it involves manipulation, as if I wouldn’t notice. As if I wouldn’t clock it immediately. I didn’t say anything in the moment. I just moved through the day. But I know I’ll have to address it soon, and I don’t like that tension sitting unresolved.
Pushiness gets under my skin. Being treated like a child. Being conned. I don’t operate that way.
The dream itself is hard to explain, like most dreams, but also deeply familiar. I’ve been there before, many times. The difference is this time in the dream I went farther than ever before.
There are places I return to in my dreams again and again. I revisit them, but never fully complete my way around the dream. I never see all the way through and that frustration carries with me even when I wake up.
This time I was back in a building I’ve revisited many times before. It’s always some combination of a mall and a school, maybe even a hospital. I’m not fully sure. But in this place, I can do something no one else can.
I can travel through and between the gaps of the walls.
My whole in this recurring dream, I’ve been able to travel through and between the walls, while others can’t. When I was younger, I had a guide who taught me how but at some point, as I got older, the guide who was teaching me stopped meeting me there. Now I travel alone.
In earlier version of this, the space between the walls was empty. No one else was in there. But this dream was different from the last time I visited. It was disgusting. It was filled with old dirty clothes and what looked like body bags. Dream logic makes it hard for me to explain but I remember feeling both repelled and compelled at the same time.
Something inside me told me to go through it. So, I did.
I ran. I vaulted myself using the walls like parkour, leaping over obstacles, nearly flying past anything and everything in my way. It felt effortless. I was moving toward the other side, awhile never knowing what the other side was.
That was a few nights ago. Now fast forward to last night.
I’m back in the that multi-use building but this time it’s much darker. It’s dangerous and it’s broken down. It’s feeling like a war zone or maybe what happens after war, completely abandoned.
There’s an area blocked off, barricaded, and I am certain I need to get past it.
Again, that deep internal voice tells to concentrate and believe. It’s a voice within that is not my own. I close my eyes, believe as hard as I can and run. I slide through and I make past the first blockade. I slide right it as it wasn’t even there.
Then I hear my daughter’s voice. She’s complaining and needs me. It’s at this point I abandon this mission and go to her immediately. Things in this dream get fuzzy from here but somehow, I end up with my husband, my dad, and my mom.
“These images aren’t from my dream, but they are the closest visual language I’ve found for what I experienced… the in-between spaces of the walls, the bodies, the speed, the tower-like structure, and the frozen world beyond the windows.”
It’s strange, but I can see that this building is moving very fast. It’s become like a large ship. It seems like we are in some kind of tower and it’s traveling as high speeds and we can see for miles. I look through this massive window and see a world completely frozen in ice. But it’s nothing like anything I’ve seen before.
It’s beautiful.
This landscape glows a slow bluish white. The animals glow too, but differently. Theirs aura glows pulses like a heartbeat. You can feel it, like energy. The creatures throb with energy I couldn’t explain but even as I woke, I still felt it. The land shines steadily with a wave a water colors.
As I stare out the window. my son now appeared and he see me too. He looks relieved to see me. He tells I was outside and they’d been tracking me. Then he points to the sky.
There’s a very large bird overhead but as I look focus in, it looks more like a massive eagle. But it’s no eagle I have ever seen before.
Its wings are massive, almost like a pterodactyl’s. Even the shape is different. It beats them upward, disappearing into the sky and then suddenly without sound or warning, it’s back in view.
It was terrifying but at the same time the most elegant thing I had ever witnessed.
My son tells me this massive bird had been following me while I was outside. They didn’t know if it was protecting me or hunting me.
“These images capture the frozen waves, glowing landscapes, and watchful creatures that filled my dream. They are not as exact replicas, but as the closest visual language, I’ve found for what I saw and felt.”
This is when I noticed my shoes!
They were on the wrong feet. I was wearing my favorite show, an old pair a black and white Vans. No one likes me but me, in real life. I wonder in my dream how I’ve been running, jumping, and doing all of this with my shoes on the wrong feet.
It’s then I started to feel the discomfort of my shoes the more I noticed it.
I looked over to my mom. She is wearing a bright pink hoodie and it on backward, and the hood part is pulled over her face. I can still see her eyes. I don’t understand why she is doing still. It seems she is wearing the hoodies like this on purpose. It annoys me irrationally. I want to fix my shoes, but I can’t stop thinking about this stupid hoodie and why her wearing like that!
I can’t fix her hoodie or my shoes! She keeps talking while the hoodies is over her face and it’s driving me nuts!
Then the vibration starts again! I feel myself lifting, floating, getting nauseous almost. My body starts to hurt. My stomach turns. Something is wrong.
and then I wake up and I am almost totally off my bed! The vibration is humming through my body, my brain. I feel ill.
How does a dream like that take a person over make them sick to this point?
Woven in the Fabric
This writing …and this journey is rooted in Jesus, it’s not tidy but it’s always held by Him. What I share here is offered honestly, prayerful, and with trust that that He meets us in both seen and unseen, I am so thankful for it.
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– skelly💭
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