This was honestly one of my weirdest non-lucid dream that I've had yet. I wish my alarm didn't wake me from it though because I feel that i could've learned a lot from it. It started i was on a ship on blue crystal seas sailing towards some significant island but I couldn't figure out where, when we landed at this island(i felt like this place was dead, or broken) I tasked with carrying the findings we found that were from the bronze age. I carried it alone off the ship and the ship sank immeditality, it didn't seem to phase me until later in the dream however. I found the town crier, who was less passionate then you would think a crier would be, and I saw many distressed people, some in rags some in fine clothing. I walked away from the crier and asked this old man in rags what this place was and he said it was hell. When he said those words something clicked in my head that I was lucid in hell, but not lucid in the dream if that makes sense. A man in fine clothing joined the conversation and was telling me I had died and that I am now in hell, I knew i was in hell but i KNEW i didn't die, and i asked if i died and went to hell then why aren't i getting tortured. When I told him that he seemed very confident in his anwser "some souls don't begin the torturing process till three days in" and he kept stressing something significant about making the ten day mark, over and over, we walked into this tunnel and a coal miner was running his cart on the rails and he couldn't see me, I was ecstatic for not of being dead, after that the next day came and it was: Day 2: i went to the bathroom which i was petrified of getting the shit kicked out of me being a bathroom filled with people who are in hell i was about to go into, i went through the first door and their was 5 steps to go to the next door, they were large steps and concrete and the room was glowing red, i went to the next door and opened it and went down the three steps and this was glowing red as well i went to the urinal type object and peed as fast as i could because this big tall black guy ( i realize now his name is hakeem and he is a linemen on my football team) and he was rather friendly, i got done and ran to the steps to the door, and as i went to open the next door the large man stopped the door and insisted i helped him trap this guys in the bathroom, for what reason i dont know, so out of fear i agreed and we locked the door in place and waited in the corridor between the two doors, the people we were trying to trap came into the middle room through the bathroom(they appeared in there through dream logic) and were complaining that they couldn't get out and we were all talking about me getting out of here and they were gonna open the door, but i realised wait in a dream if you know youre dreaming you can change the setting, maybe i can change the setting being i know i am in hell, no dice, so i had to trust these guys not to kill me and i went to think about going through the door and my alarm went off and i woke up Well i really wish i was able to make it to "day 10" to see what it held good or bad, could've held somee deep insight or it could've been a way to enter the different plane or existence, i don't know, but i hope i can return there without having to be lucid to go there.
That`s very interesting. I`ve never had a dream so vivid like that. As I was reading this, I got a good picture of what you were dreaming; it sounds like something you`d experience through meditation or psychadelics. Let me know if you experience the rest of this journey! Very, very interesting.
I think the ship is about going from one place to another in life. You could have finished an education and started on a job where you have a whole different role towards you surroundings that when you studied. It could also represent moving out from parents house or moving to another town or something. The ship sinks, there is no turning back from whatever change that has happened in your life. The whole "ten days before torment" could be work deadlines or payments you have to meet on your own now.
No way would I want to go back there for any reason. I'd be happy to get out of that one with an alarm call. Heaven, then maybe. Hell, no way.
I haven't been back to this place since i had the dream kind of a pity and a blessing, i mean it was "hell" but it was more cerebral but i haven't remembered a dream in a while because i haven't been recording or anayzling my dreams for a long while.
i don't think there's much to learn from a dark fantasy because some people might believe in it. it might make a plot for a movie or a story, because so many people do seem to like or want such things.
Well i more wish i could've returned because maybe it would have made me more able to deal with the fears that come along with astral projetion
