Princess, Horse, Elephant And Boar : Art Symbolism In A Lucid Dream

From the blackness rose that peculiar vibration. It surged up through my bed, into my back, and spread through my entire body, like a slightly uncomfortable shock. “Here It Goes Again!” Feeling my insides changing shape, being penetrated and contorted, I knew for sure the lucid dream state was upon me. Opening my eyes, it was still dark. The clarity of my thinking concerned me, because I did not wish to wake up yet. Saw a spinning, silverfish ball in the dark, just in front of me, and knew it to be my third eye. It was time to assume “twin Positions.”


Began to spin within the black ectoplasmic soup that surrounded me. I repeated this two more time, then opened my eyes. As if I were awake, my bedroom looked as it usually does, my bed felt as it usually feels. Early morning sun shining through my window seemed to confirm that the dream was over. Checked my cellphone, and the time was 8:15 am. Suddenly the internal vibrations resumed, and closing my eyes, and re opening them, I was once more surrounded by darkness. Mission successful! I am now locked in the dream world, and will need to wake up three times to leave it!


[Though the technique is called  “Twin Positions”, one may actually continue to wake up in as many dreams as they wish, and must wake up in reverse from each one before they ay awake from dream reality. FYI.]


Feeling the need to scream! Don’t know why exactly. Believe it is just my way of releasing internal pressure. It could have been a fart, belch, or giggle. Four screams, and off to work.


Entering the door of a large metal sided building. Although it looked like a warehouse, it was much bigger than any I have seen. It was at least three stories high, and nearly the size of a city block. The inside was quite different, containing many large rooms, many were rooms I had seen before during the course of my life. There were classrooms as well, which were similar to those of my high school days, the genetic cinderblock walls painted with shiny enamel in tacky colors. Much of the floor was paved with off white nylon tiles.


Walking down the hall, I came to a bend. Turning left, I continued to walk until I reached a door. Opening it, I saw it was my father’s bedroom. The floors had dirty old carpet, and his bed was covered in dust. I said “Dad, let’s get out of here!” His hair long and unkempt, much as a man on a long drinking binge, his look sullen but content, I was deeply concerned for him. He shook his head, saying “no, I want to stay here, and I want you to stay here too.” I told him that I did not wish to stay, and hope he will come with me instead. “I will not stay here long, please come with me now. Let’s get out of here!” He shook his head again, so I closed the door and began running away.


Knowing I was within a dream,


it became important for me to test my powers here. Thrusting my arms through a metal wall, I passed into the next room, and was joyously greeted by a good friend, and ex lover. She hugged me firmly, and told me how happy she was to see me. My libido being what it is, I couldn’t resist the temptation to have sex. It was awesome, though it started to turn weird. Going down on her was great! She tasted so wonderful, and I noticed that huge, swollen clit of hers, throbbing to the caresses of my tongue and lips. Suddenly it began to grow larger and larger, until it was almost a foot long! If that proved not to be strange enough, it began to grow bumps and knots, finally looking like an arm of an octopus, complete with suckers. I stroked it gently, and walked away.


Just a little way down the hall, I met another ex girlfriend. She threw her arms around me, and began sucking on my neck, whispering “it’s so great to see you again. I thought I would never be here with you!” Once again, my libido took over, and I licked my finger, and snaked it through her shorts and into her soft warm butt. After getting it in there as deep as possible, I pulled it out and sucked on it. The flavor was intense, delicious, and captivating! Started to feel seminal fluid running down my leg. My head started spinning, and once more, I lay in my bed. Checked the time. 8:15 am.



Time often works differently here. Frequently, it goes through loops. Therefore, the sense of time through experiences, cannot be used to evaluate physical time. At least I’ve found it so.


Suddenly a trumpet sounds. I am now in a completely different building, the Cameron Art Museum.


Sitting in a chair, in the first display room to the right, I listened with excitement to words about the oncoming display. It was said to be colossal! The greatest show ever to be presented! The sound of a girl’s scream broke the air savagely. The doors swung open, and a princess dressed in white rode into the room on a white horse. they proceeded to the back, behind row of chairs and eager viewers. next, an elephant walked into the room, swinging it’s trunk side to side, and walking to the back. After that , a boar came running in, growling at everyone, and following the elephant. I got scared, and ran for the door. More than some ran out as well. Leaving, I saw the horse running for the door, and hid behind it. The boar ran as well. Someone petted it on it’s way out. It sniffed my leg, and ran on.


I felt a little ashamed that I ran out of the room, but my fear of these big animals was strong!



Obviously, those who remained in the room were unharmed. Not one of these animals tried to harm me, though all but the elephant rapidly followed me as I left. Don’t know where the princess went. Think she is still in the room. The boar was the only animal to find me in hiding, but he left me alone.


The vibrations resumed, and three times, I woke up in my bed, my bedroom, and house.


Getting up, I felt a little nausea and stomach grumbling. Probably too much beer and T Day leftovers! Perhaps the effects of intense lucid dreaming. Whatever. From this dream, I have gained a wealth of subject matter for painting, and dream symbolism to investigate!


One more round on the merry go round!


Good night. Sweet dreams!

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