Before I fell asleep day before yesterday, I visualized a large screen on top of me; I held my imaginary Joystick and keyed some information in; then, I randomly pressed the buttons of my Joystick.
In this dream, I was on a tour with my family members. I think I saw my sister-in-law and my niece as well; we were taking turns to manage the baby. We were in a hurry because our flight was supposed to depart soon; and, we were lost inside a labyrinth of some sort. First, we were inside a large antique house that was lit with darkness and bluish light that had light shades of golden light. The darkness literally felt like some sort of light that actually helped people see. One of my cousins who still lives inside Pakistan visited me during this dream. He was standing near one of the staircase of this establishment. I think my cousin hinted that the staircase that would take you downstairs might end up in places where it is easy to get lost given that you don’t know your way around. My cousin checked us out and then he pointed to the airport as he commented, “Go to the ceiling (higher area). The airport is there”. So we ran towards the ceiling (higher area).
The ceiling (higher area) was a very large place and had several interesting places including an educational institute and a paan shop. Everything up there seems old and broken. There were some people including children walking and chatting there. The two women who were keeping me company deserted me and ran towards the paan shop. The paan shop was rather small; it was made from bricks; and, a fabric was used as the tent for the window. I got away from there because I had a feeling that we were in the wrong place and that we were bewitched to go there. So when I tried to get away from the ceiling (higher area), I saw a grey door on the side. Perhaps, this door was in between the lower area and the ceiling (higher area); or maybe, I took some stairs to get to this door. I distinctly remember that I looked over my shoulder while I was standing near the door; and, I could still see my family members on the ceiling (higher area). The greyish-white door was slightly ajar although it seemed lock. Some hidden force gently forced me to stop near this door and open it. I hesitated for a bit; and, then I pushed to open this old and somewhat broken door.
Inside, a startling sight welcome me. Inside everything was grey: skeletons were grey; walls were grey; and, the grave was grey. Two human skeletons were sitting near a grave that appeared like box or a sealed hole. The beings that were sitting there almost frozen in space and time actually noticed me when I started screaming, “Where is the airport?” To answer my inquiry, the skeletons started moving, which was shocking and exciting to watch. The male skeleton indicated something to the woman and me. The female skeleton held a knife; asked the male skeleton to help her; sat on the box/hole; noticed that the guy skeleton was not going to do anything; and, then attempted to open the box/hole with her knife. The knife made some grating screeches and finally the box/hole opened. When she opened it, a male skeleton that was stored inside became alive and just stepped out. As soon as he got out of the place where he was confined, he slit his throat with the knife and changed into some kind of soil-like substance. I think he somehow conveyed to me that he was the old boyfriend of the female skeleton.
The opening to the airport was at the bottom of this pit. The female skeleton pointed out and said, “The airport is in there”. All of a sudden, the scenes shifted. The female skeleton now looked like a very pretty woman; she was dressed in white and was about to be wed to an Asian guy. The guy was brown, tall, and slim; and, he had a distinct black beard. He had locked himself in the washroom for some reason; and, he actually opened the door when his bride requested him to do so. Inside, there were two young toddlers who belonged to this couple. He turned around, noticed his woman, and does not state anything.
This guarded grave was the key to the airport. This must have felt spooky, which is why we never made it to our initial designation.
Now some explanation about this dream:
- I entered the following names in my imaginary screen: Eric Anthamatten and Carl Jung. Eric specializes in Social and Political Philosophy and Ethics. I was very impressed after I read one of his papers, Dignity and Punishment, which discusses use of punishment and imprisonment to rehabilitate criminals. Carl Jung is the founder of Analytical Psychology; and, he was intuitively open towards the paranormal. When one combines thoughts of these two, the result should be “use of supernatural elements to hack into a crime scene in the form of a clever guessing game”. I guess that is one reason why I had this funny dream.
- Eric’s CV indicates New York as city of residence. I googled “Airports+graves” and found the article on Consumerist titled Yes, Those Are Grave Markers Embedded In This Airport Runway,; this news shares that a certain Dotson family’s graves are still found at one of the runways of the Savannah/Hilton Head International Airport. I thought that Savannah, Georgia was too far away from New York. So I looked again; this time, I found Alexander Nazaryan’s article New York’s darkest secret: The Hole is a Mafia graveyard that few people venture into. The article clearly states that you can pass the graveyard (hole) of the mafia as you journey towards the John F Kennedy International Airport.
- You must have noticed that I am using “ceiling” and “higher area” interchangeably. This is because I am not so sure how there can be so many buildings on the “ceiling. One explanation is that unfolding of a 3D figure in 2D plane should make this 3D figure look flat where each face is connected by 2D planes. This is exactly what I see when I draw the images from my dream. When we fold the area depicted as the “higher area”, it becomes the “ceiling” of a building or region. The higher area is where the Airport is [Quote from this dream] My cousin checked us out and then he pointed to the airport as he commented, “Go to the ceiling (higher area). The airport is there”. So we ran towards the ceiling (higher area).[End Quote] So in the dream, the spirits took me through the graveyard before I could get to the Airport, which is the John F. Kennedy Airport (see point ii).The use of lower land and higher land is an indication that such an area exists where this graveyard is. Now read the article “The ‘Hole’ is 12 Feet Below Street Level and About A Century Behind the Rest of New York”.
It is clear to me that there exists a universal grid of some sort inside the minds of the lucid dreamers. For further information, see blog posts “Why I Was Nicknamed “Paree” or “Fairy” By My Family Members?” and “3000 Things I have Done During Lucid Dreams“.
I am going to keep trying this technique with as many people as possible simply because I have a deep need to wander during my dreams. I have used real people before for my dreams since my ENFP IQ bounces around creative individuals. See blog posts “My Psychic Images of CJ Werleman“; “Nature of My Telepathic Connection With Carl Jung“; and “Dance of Heroes“.
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