I had this dream last Thursday.
Darkness surrounded me.
I could feel something wrapping round my body – cold and clammy. The sensation started at my feet and slowly I felt it coil around me up my body. Somehow in this pitch black, as the feeling reached my stomach and moved over my arms, trapping them against me, as fear permeated me, I could see it: a snake.
Dark and deceitful, its body enveloping me up around my neck and I began to suffocate.
Then, light.
Out of the void came stars, five-pointed and brilliantly bright. The snake glistened like diamonds before dematerialising into embers, and the pressure was gone. I could breathe again.
Now, the of being alone in the dark was replaced with hope as all around me my sight was filled with these scintillating stars. My journey begins.
I turn and find myself on a luminescent bridge of pure light, reaching forwards to an entryway. As my eyes adjust, I take in the massive structure ahead of me comprised of shimmer pearlescent walls, sloping outwards from one pinnacle and extending far below me.
A pyramid. I am compelled to enter.
My steps along this luminescent bridge are firm even though the sensation is of nothingness. My instinct is that I could fall at any second, but the light is holding me. I’m safe, but terrified, in this void as I move towards the great monolith ahead.
I wait at the entrance as the dazzling walkway below me disappears far inside, beyond my sight. Where am I, and where am I going? What waits beyond? I’ve been kept safe so far, yes, but I am terrified of the journey ahead. Over the precipice. I must take the next step.
The dream shifts. I am inside the structure, standing at its centre as the walls pulse with a iridescent streak. I gather the courage to look down and behold a mighty pillar – strong and stable appearing as a spine with vertebrae ledges giving way to a concave column.
With nowhere to go, no safety net should I leap into the complete unknown I feel…strong. Safe. Belief in myself.
A mote of light appears before me, rising as if it had been submerged in a lake of darkness around me. Slowly, it grows. It becomes a teardrop which then folds outwards as the white light formed petals, petals which gave way to more petals until finally the rebirth was complete: a lotus flower.
I reach out, with the beauty of life, confidence and acceptance filling my eyes and heart. I awake with the certainty, the determination, to find this place, this prism, and that feeling – euphoria - again. -nil