Author’s note: these dream entries are absolutely as they occurred, simply re-written from their original made upon waking, these entries are not exhaustive but selective based on the aesthetical value of the dream, future entries will not be chronological, certain will be prior and after this dream.
A dream of numinous chambers.
in hypnogogic lucidity I begin to see a pathway of stone as if upon a stone bridge high above a forest place and faint river rills, seeing first incense holders, carved-dragons and rock-lions, an outstretched pavilion place continued without break simultaneously changeless and distinct in craftsmanship, the steps themselves pruned, trimmed and cut resembling cluster’d peonies, yet looked brushed with an intentional efflorescence as to imply an august dignity to the stone.
in my common state of split-consciousness I told myself, “this reminds me of the game LSD in a way.” And characteristic of it, I touched one of the idols and the location changed drastic’ly, now there was vast walls, incredible in size, of deep tinges of red lacquer, (the division in the shade hard but not impossible to tell, producing an illusion like depth, where the reds gave an indication of a dimensionality like a vaporous abyss rose up from rose-gold-Mercury amalgam, as a sort of ormolu-mist.) redolent of the noble rooms of antiquity prepared for daughters and brides, but strangely European style gild and leaf-work in ever nymphidic detail in infinitesimal refinement, however still producing gargantuan cyclones of figures geometric, magical and beastly, like glorified variants of the Roman grotesqueries.
I felt as if a cricket standing in a giant’s house, like the ones trapped and placed into the emperor Hsüan Tê’s domain for pleasure, or more, I felt less than this, for a nebulous dignity and subtle spiritual darkness did pervade entirely, it was the dark of mystery, like shadow surround-stars. No less the terror of the night, but full of splendor.
I walk a while in this endless palace, (if that be the word, perhaps a synagogue of secrets, or a true fane of de-personalized divinity holy in abstraction.) and come upon a sharp inclined stair which overlooks a vast series of floors which seem infinite themselves in dark-depth, discerning only gold lanterns and gold-brass railings.
The subtle spirit of the place, the dream, the qualia, the mansion, spoke and said to me, that I should jump, and so I did, descending continuously for a long time, and the dark-dignity and length of walls increased indefinitely until the floor was reached, it was ethereal in nature and vague to the mind’s grasp.
A voice both mine and of the place speaks saying “ I have entered a sanctum of the Christ, and gain a blessing born of love” and upon hearing these words, I awake.
