Past Lives in Poetry
Nightmares and Lucid Dreams
The Surface of the Dream Is Not the Whole of Me
"False" Awakenings and the Language of Lucid Dreaming
Beverly D'Urso, Christoph Gassmann,
Shirley Hadley, Ben Kidd, Linda Magall\u00f3n,
Janice, Katie, Margaret, Sentinel, CS
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DreamSpeak - Part Two................... 2 The Dream C.A.G.E. ......................... 7 The Surface of the Dream
Is Not the Whole of Me.............. 8 Nightmares And Lucid Dreams..... 11 "False" Awakenings and the
Language of Lucid Dreaming.. 14 Past Lives in Poetry......................... 15 Potpourri.......................................... 16
The dream begins that I am standing upright and looking at the
night sky. I don't recognize where I am. There are no buildings in
either direction. I initially think I am standing on a beach
somewhere, but there is no ocean.
I look at the stars again and they are too big and too bright
(lucidity trigger). I was able to look down at my feet, and notice I
am standing in white powder-like
substance. I turn the opposite way I
am standing and see the earth. At that
point, I realize that I am standing on
I suddenly have a telescope in my
hand. Looking through this telescope,
I see what I can only imagine is the
edge of the universe...but it can't be
the edge because there is no edge...I
am confused by what I am looking at
but amazed by the beauty of it.
This edge starts to fold up like a
paper fan. The realization that this is how people can connect from
other places in the world: don't walk the flat path, fold up the
edges to bring the two ends closer together and jump across.
Now bringing you back...
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