From Within the Womb of a Dream
by Robert JudeAce

Dreams liberate our evolving psyches from the demons
imprisoning our inner souls … haunted emotions
emanating from deep within the core of our beings, are
awarded the opportunity to become unrestrained …
scents of negative thought dissolve from the patterns
of past lifetimes and transform into familiar fragrances
of future conquests … as I'm in the dreamscape, when
the Now is manifest, all elements of my psychological
nature are presented and viewed with lucid candor …
the beasts residing in the synapses of my
"unconscious" thought, transmute into saviors of
introspection … molecules of motion shift the
blueprint skin surrounding my mind, as to shed the
remnants of past lifetimes and flow into the movement
of the present dream cycle.

Well the other night, I had dream both revelatory as
well as cryptic.  It was truly enticing, in the sense that I
was able to consciously "bend" or "alter" the
environment and objects within the dream. The
experience was a purging of my individual psyche and
an internal hunger to evolve the world I'm presently
residing in … I'm focusing my psychic energy into the
core of my dreams by redirecting the road I'm traveling
on at that moment … good and evil, black and white,
angelic and demonic forms, are the quintessential
archetypes hidden within our collective thought …  
the blending or altering of the polar realities, or
balancing the forces of creation, comprise the realm of
Abraxas … the world of shadows become illuminating.
Andre Breton surmised, "In the depths of our minds are
concealed strange forces capable of augmenting or
conquering those on the surface. It is our greatest
interest to capture them."  To paraphrase Eckhart, all
the devils are really angels just waiting to set you free.

I'm outside a mansion seemingly under reconstruction
under renovation … it's bedside a dirt road obscured by
overgrown shrubs and the corners of the roof are
dripping with blood … there's surreal blue hues
pulsating from within the windows accompanied by
thunderous taunts of invitation … something is luring me
to enter … the "front door is locked but open," says a
sign on the door breathing in and out like rubber … I
decide to pass through the door by osmosis, becoming
transparent … rays of sunlight are smashing against the
glass roof above me and the light is broken down into a
spectrum … as I stare into the colors, there are loud
voices coming from another room, actually sounds like
singing, reminding me of the mythological Sirens … I'm
standing on a floor of earth, where I notice, next to a
fireplace are these small Gothic creatures dancing close
to the flames; chanting songs to a "magic-sun animal" …
their voices are incredibly human.

I begin to realize, I'm in my mind's mansion where all the
elements of my being are housed … I sense something is
about to unravel … I enter another room where I notice a
middle-aged woman sitting in a large wooden chair, on a
neon-green seat … I'm reminded of the Museum of
Natural History, for there's knight's armor scattered all
about and the chair reminds me of Louis the 15th … the
woman is dressed in neo-modern clothing … she's sitting
at the head of a long table mixing potions and reading
labels … there's old books, glass flasks, lit candles and
bottles of day-glo powders and solutions strewn about the
table … as I approach her, I notice the table has an
inscription in the center, shaped like a triangle, endowed
with what appears to be extraterrestrial hieroglyphics …
she peers over to me with a soothing smile and winks as if
she's trying to hint at something … suddenly, there's loud
thumping on the walls as though someone or something
wants to enter but there's no doors … everything is now
in slow-motion, even the sun's rays piercing through the
spotted ceiling … I begin to become a bit overwhelmed
by the dense mist of apprehensive emotion reverberating
about this room as an abrupt gust of wind pins me to the
floor and as I look upon the smile of the woman, I laugh
and exclaim "what a wild dream!"  While on the floor, I
notice a vanity mirror across from me … I'm sideways on
the floor and as I  look into the mirror, I see my reflection
shift into a myriad of faces … I am now in the skeleton of
my psyche, in the membrane of my collective memory …
facets of my selves are free-flowing and I know I'm
dreaming and so attempt to rearrange the situation as I
lay down on my back … I want to be cooled off for I'm
sweating (sweating a trial of power…) I'm successful, for I
now find myself in a large pool, floating on a cushion of
electrical wire … I see the woman again, now sitting in a
lounge chair by the side of the pool, knitting a very large
sweater with hypodermic needles … she looks at me and
mentions "I can still feel you inside my womb." Suddenly,
I'm transported next to a waterfall inside the middle of the
NY Botanical Gardens … I can hear opera, sounds like
Maria Calles, echoing from the spacious Orchard Garden â
€¦ I lie down on the grass and whip out my cell phone and
begin speaking to a female voice who begins to give me
instructions on how to download the "spiritual software"
needed to make my "dream connections clear and free of
distortion …" I begin to explain that this may be difficult
because I'm going to Manhattan to get to the Holland
Tunnel and there may be dead zones in the tunnel … she
laughs and says, "On my phone there is no dead time,"
she then adds, "a dream is what you allow it to be … " I'm
back at the pool … I see the woman standing beside a
computer where she suggests "to look into the
programming and when you access a disk-like object,
switch to the topic you find most attractive … the code to
the infinite structure of form … the formula waiting to be
encoded."  She points to the computer under a sun-
umbrella by the side of the pool … as I look into the
monitor, I notice a gray circle with bold black words
stating to "click here for lucid dreaming and here for
prophecy …" As I look back to her, she's gone … there's
a virtual hand in the air with long rainbow-painted nails
pointing at the screen where it now prompts to "download
dreams." At this point, I'm a bit overwhelmed by the
clarity and vivid impressions unfolding … I type into the
computer {c:setup/deadzone} to see if I get a response
from my mother who died at childbirth … (maybe this is
the woman I'm seeing in my dream?) On the monitor I see
"download failure, try again." This time I type in {c:
setup/oversoul} … the response is affirmative …"
ENTER" … enter where, I ask myself? "enter
everywhere" it responds, without my typing anything into
it, sort of like mental telepathy with a computer … I look
at the computer and command it to transform into a brain
and it does so! Pulsating with an orange glow … the
brain commands me to look to the sky … a female voice
then asks me to enter and I begin to realize I'm being
reborn from the womb of this dream …

© Robert JudeAce Used with permission.
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