Posted on: Oct-19th-2009, 11:01:00 AM |
Level of Lucidity (1-10): 10 | Dream Signs: walking, floating, | Mood: Relaxed
Well I had this dream the other night. My mother, my aunt and I were coming down from an apparel shop. My mom was coming frontways and my aunt was kind of backing off. We three walked down the road. I told my aunt not to walk near the road since she often met with accidents. At this stage, I turned lucid. My mother never walks on roads. As I turned lucid , I transformed my entire dream into golden Sukhavati. The road was paved with gold. Then my mother and aunt disappeared and I visualized the Buddha Amitabha. ( I had seen a statue of him at the doctor's.) My dream became a blaze of golden light. A little later I was no longer in the dull dirty road. I was on a beautiful island in the South Pacific somewhere near Samoa. The climate was cool and the sea frothed an entrancing blue. I remembered Robert Louis Stevenson's verse, Home is the sailor, home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hills
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