Do you have any idea, why someone would have dreams like that all the time, for a decade? I have no idea. This reminded me of a dream a few weeks ago, of which I intended to post something, because it was one of the most impressive, during this decade of unreal cityscapes (the first kind don't happen, or I don't remember them). I was napping on the couch and fell asleep, for just maybe twenty minutes. I went to an supernaturally beautiful city, that on this occasion, wasn't European. The dreamcities ususally have a European feel, sometimes ancient mediterranean and sometimes a megacity of the future. This city was some ancient - in present day - place in the middle-east. The architecture is hard to describe. It was magic architecture, but physical. Silvery grey buildings, that might have been gigantic sculptures. I was in an elevated position, able to see all of the city. I was really excited. It was the greatest place I had ever seen. My mun was there. I went over to her and said: Mum, I can't believe this place is real. I see cities like this in my dreams, but I didn't know they could be visited, in the real world (in dreams I don't know I'm dreaming, but I can think). Then I went around the wall, looking down at the city. I woke up sort of out of breath and didn't know where I was, or who I was. That dissociation is quite familiar, but this was maybe the most powerful ever. Then I remembered, that it's just me, in my cave and magic cities aren't real. I nearly cried.Nefastos wrote: ↑Fri Sep 25, 2020 10:26 am I am grateful of the fact that lately I have been immersed in deep dreams of a city that does exist in the outer world. Only on rare occasions in my life, in situations where I have reached a new energetic center, I have had these dreams of nameless cities where there are sensations unknown in the waking world.
That's scratching the surface. Maybe if you see these unreal cityscapes, Nefastos, you really know what I mean, though I lack the poetry to express it. So I looked to my bookshelf. Maybe someone there has the words. The answer came quickly. Borges.
"In the Gnostic cosmogonies, the demiurgi knead and mould a red Adam who cannot stand alone; as unskilful and crude and elementary as this Adam of dust was the Adam of dreams fabricated by the magician's nights of effort. One afternoon, the man almost destroyed his work, but then repented. (It would have been better for him had he destroyed it.) Once he had completed his supplications to the numina of the earth and the river, he threw himself down at the feet of the effigy which was perhaps a tiger and perhaps a horse, and implored its unknown succour. That twilight, he dreamt of the statue. He dreamt of it as a living, tremulous thing : it was not an atrocious mongrel of tiger and horse, but both these vehement creatures at once, and also a bull, a rose, a tempest. This multiple god revealed to him that its earthly name was Fire, that in the circular temple (and in others of its kind) people had rendered it sacrifices and cult and that it would magically give life to the sleeping phantom, in such a way that all creatures except Fire itself and the dreamer would believe him to be a man of flesh and blood. The man was ordered by the divinity to instruct his creature in its rites, and send him to the other broken temple whose pyramids survived downstream, so that in this deserted edifice a voice might give glory to the god. In the dreamer's dream, the dreamed one awoke."
PS: Hint to Nefastos; Lemon Melissa. Sleepytime.