New Years morning - Bridges - Dream 2004

Garrrr, I've spent the last few hours trying to form words to describe whatever happened to me this morning. Have no idea if any of this makes sense to anyone outside of my own mind, but here goes.

Usual odd mundane dreams last night, but the stickler is I woke up, in the dream end, pre-wakening time with one of _those_ VOICES.

The earlier dream was rather mundane - and lost, but immediately before the 'voice,' as I was in that awakening dawn time, a veritable flood of thousands, millions, billions of images and *knowings* in literally seconds. Some very familiar, some extremely foreign, some totally indefinable, all blindingly fast, like an old slideshow set to hyperdrive. My life, the lives of plants, animals, Gaia herself, of people, whole complex concepts, lost civilizations - like every life, of all kinds, ever lived, every bit of accumulated knowledge was crammed into one massive data stream. And I *knew* all of it for the split nanosecond it flashed by, but the knowing passed as quickly as the imagery. Very humbling experience - it literally is just massively, overwhelmingly beyond comprehension, let alone description. My brain still hurts from it all. (No, not a headache, a completely different feeling.)

The one, and only, very clear snapshot I was allowed to keep is the precise moment the slideshow stopped and the 'voice' made it's pronouncement: Tracey, I saw you and your pink energy ('felt' some others from here there as well) and other people with blue and pale yellow and white and soft purple and all forms of pastel energy not-clouds in a cityscape across half a bridge in front of me, surrounded by thousands of other glowing, happy, peaceful loving people - like an idealized version of a cross between Haight Ashbury or Woodstock and Santa's workshop. Everyone working together in harmony, just way cool - I *really* wanted to cross over and join you, but knew I was rooted exactly where I was supposed to be. Behind me were millions of people, the farthest back in complete darkness, the closer ones more lit from the glow from all of you. To the both sides, going off for unfathomable distances each way, were other bridges, stone, wood, metal, spaced relatively far apart. I was on a strong, sturdy, gently arched stone bridge between both worlds and I *was* a bridge between both worlds. And that is precisely what the Voice, me, my voice, but not me, not my voice, stated.

"I am a Bridge."

Ever find your self saying something *completely* different than what you're thinking, then instantly *knowing*? Or "hearing" a completely formed thought not quite in words, but interpreted instantly as a complete statement? It's like my subconcious has James Earl Jones' verbal presence and just suddenly surfaces and ANNOUNCES and *BOOM* dey it is. Yeah, like that.

I learned a very long time ago not to argue with that voice - I'm alive because of it a few times over (completely separate stories.) But a *Bridge*? Now, I've been rather comfy for many, many years as that catalystic burr under the saddle - in the background, laying low, under a lot of pressure, but causing enough impetus to help create small change on an individual basis. (That whole resonance with the Blue Storm catalyst thing, remember, Tracey?)

I'd absolutely genuinely appreciate any and all feedback - I feel as though my brain has literally melted down. I've never felt this mentally fried before even on no sleep cramming for finals or two weeks into no sleep due to a colic-y teething baby - and this is after waking up from a full 9 hours!


[[ps: As an explanatory FYI, for anyone interested, I quit drinking and other, er, chemical relaxants, etc., over 8 yrs ago - the most celebration we did last night was laughing at each other trying to play the Dance Dance Revolution video game, the one with the floor mat that you try to match your steps to the arrows on the screen. So, no, this isn't a delusion brought on by too much partying or whatever.]]

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