| Flying Wires Dreams and Comments
Daniel
1) I am flying. It is rudimentary flying. I must pump my legs, as if
riding an invisible recumbent bicycle, to keep my altitude. I am flying
low, down the middle of a street. Nobody in the street looks up or notices
me. I am invisible to them. Above me are telephone and electrical wires.
I am careful to stay below them.
2) I am flying, pumping my legs to keep my altitude. I don't yet realize
that pumping my legs has little to do with flying. I don't know how to
turn very well. I approach an intersection and as I try to turn, I go off
course, and can't control my altitude. Suddenly I am caught up in the telephone
and electrical wires. This is not painful, however, and I end up freeing
myself.
3) I am flying down a street. After my run-in with the wires, I have
more confidence about dealing with them. For the first time, I fly through
and above the wires. It is not simple, and I notice that I come very close
to them as I do this. I notice now that it is the flexing of different
parts of my body, not the leg-pumping, that controls my altitude and direction.
4) I grow more confident about gaining altitude. Not only do I fly though
the wires, but I fly as high as an airplane. A slight fear always takes
hold above a certain altitude however, and I descend slightly. I am still
invisible to the rest of the world.
5) I am walking down the street. Without anybody's noticing, I flex
my body and fly to the next block and land. I do this repeatedly, delighted
with the growing control of my body and my flight.
6) I am walking down the street with friends. We are talking. "Watch
this," I say, and flex my body ten feet into the air. My friends are
amazed. "How can I learn to fly?" asks one of them. "Practice
in your dreams," I reply.
7) I feel that I am becoming a master flyer. I fly above the wires and
higher than I've ever flown before. I feel no fear as I rise into the sky.
But soon I reach a new obstacle. This obstacle has never been visible to
me until now. It is a faint but regular grid of light across the sky. It
looms above me, not menacing, just there. The light grid frightens and
fascinates me at the same time. It is very shocking. I descend.
Note: About those power lines-when I told my father about those dreams
he told me that he has also had flying dreams in which power lines got
in the way! Like father like son!
Keelin
1) Willfully pushing the doors open wide, I soar out into the deep,
dark evening sky. Rich calls out a greeting from indoors and I invite him
to join me, but he declines. I tell him there are other dreamers out here
exploring as well. They are the misty, cirrus cloud-like shapes drifting
in the quiet moonlight. There are a great many of them. Rising higher,
I encounter a mesh of powerlines and hesitate for an instant until clearly
recalling that I moved through similar ones (in a previous lucid dream)
without consequence.
This time, however, I feel a low electrical charge in the tip of one
of my little fingers as I begin to pass through. I find this odd and slightly
uncomfortable and want to hurry quickly beyond them. As soon as this thought
occurs, I am floating far beyond them, frolicking with great joy in the
vast, starlit darkness. A banner of neon-blue green lines reading 'ULHC'
waves by and I assume it stands for University of Lucidity and Higher Consciousness.
Shortly thereafter, I begin to awaken and briefly consider spinning, but
decide to return and record the experience.
2) I am standing quietly alone in a room when I become aware that I
am dreaming...I recall my intention of seeking the meaning of life and
decide to pursue this task...Outside, the evening is clear and quiet with
stars shining brightly. I float comfortably on my back, gazing up at the
heavens. I notice the moon is not visible and assume it has already gone
down. I'd like to see it, though, and figure that if I rise high enough
I should be able to. Immediately I begin to ascend, still in the same position.
When I come to some power lines I hesitate and wonder how my body will
react if I try to float through them. This concerns me only briefly as
I say almost aloud, "Wait a minute, whose dream is this, anyway? This
is no obstacle!" Having expressing this, I find I am now either beyond
them or they have disappeared and I am beginning to rise a bit faster...(I)
ask, "May I know the meaning of the Universe?"
The answer comes in a wholly unexpected form. something is emerging
from the darkness. It looks like some kind of living molecular model or
mathematical equation-an extremely complex, three-dimensional network of
fine lines glowing like neon lights. It's unfolding itself, multiplying,
constantly changing, filling up the Universe with increasingly complex
structures and interrelationships.
This growing movement is not erratic but consistent and purposeful,
rapid but at the same time unhurried, determined. When it has expanded
beyond me, continuing to multiply, I think of returning to the ordinary
world...
It's as if I was seeing the invisible relationships connecting all things-the
intimate molecular level superimposed over the vast and limitless Universe...It
also led me to believe that in some way I, too, am a unique and essential
part of whatever is going on here-the Divine is within as well as without.
Elizabeth
Two other women and I are in a small town trying to solve some kind
of mystery. Scully from the X-files is also here investigating the mystery,
but she is with the FBI and our group is more of an independent team so
we don't work with her. We go into a movie theatre and we are exploring
"the supernatural". One of the women with me looks like Linda
Lane Magallón or like Julie Kravitz. She has a flashlight and she
shines it on these hairlike fibers that are all across the movie theater--it
is like they are fibers strung about the universe.
Note: My association with these hairlike fibers (which remind me of
the wires as described in the experiment) is the description of philotic
fibers in Orson Scott Card's books Ender's Game and Speaker for the Dead.
In both of these books, alien races communicate with humans telepathically,
and the entire universe is connected by these philotic threads that allow
instantaneous communication. It is actually a nicely handled metaphor by
Card. Although I was not lucid in this dream, I did achieve some lucidity
later in the night when I was swimming and decided to breathe underwater
because it I knew it was a dream.
Shirley
Note: I noticed a sync in my story (contributed to the "Black Sheep"
newsletter) of the "telephone lines" symbolizing different strands
of consciousness. Maybe that's what they symbolize in people's dreams?
Moe
I'm at a Calistoga (California spa) type setting with K. and others.
She takes off like a plane hanging on to a blow-up (blimp-like) toy that
is very large, larger than her.
I see lots of power lines in her path and I get scared that she will
hit them (deadly). She skims over one and topples a bit but keeps ascending.
She soars out of sight.
I look around the mountain to try to catch sight of her again, but I
can't find her. I'm really worried (that) she has fallen. The sky gets
cloudy and stormy. Someone (a girl?) tells me about a crash with 3 people
(I'm sure it must include her). I'm very distraught. I try to picture her
face, just to be able to see again. I want to see her beautiful face again.
Note: At the time of the dream, K. was anorexic, bulimic and on various
drugs: alcohol, speed, etc. Her family-mom and grandparents-have always
tried to power trip and control her. They are and always have been involved
in beauty pageant and dance competition. They own a dance school and want
her teaching, competing and involved. She has never been interested in
beauty pageants, but she has two sisters who were into it (they are all
in their 20's now). The parents' house is filled with their photos and
trophies of the girls. K. has a very dark side and tries to cope by getting
high. One of her drugs was an inhalant, nitric oxide. I fear this drug
use could kill her. I sat with her while she crashed and later, last year,
again. She is much better but still bulimic and affected by her overpowering
mom.
Eve
Note: The telephone and electric wires in flying dreams-I wish I had
a clue to what they mean. Somehow they make more sense than an out-of-body
dream I had in which a clothesline, yeah, the old-fashioned kind you dry
clothes on, was featured.
Hanging on the line was a pair of new burgundy pajamas I was going to
give to a dying old man for his birthday who lived in a paint-peeling ramshackle
house up the hill behind my "lean-to." He was a "Lord of
the Realm"- and although I knew exactly what his house looked like
inside, "I could "see" in my mind his bedroom, where he
lay sick-I had never been inside it in my life??? But - the pajamas matched
the burgundy-themed bedroom, which pleased me. Duh. Maybe I'll figure it
out some day.
Josephine
I had just finished a long dream concerning the murder of a woman and
her husband who were working at an opera. I looked up and saw a brown owl
perched on a telephone wire. And my dreamself wondered if it was the murdered
woman in a new incarnation.
Jill
I am flying near my parent's home in Michigan when I realize that I
am dreaming. I decide to try the new method of flying that K. uses in his
dreams. He imagines and wills himself flying. I do the same and find that
it works wonderfully!
I practice a long time flying along at my usual altitude just above
the tree tops. Avoiding telephone wires, I fly through tree branches and
practice carrying packages in both arms while flying. Landing in a tree,
I imagine and will myself into being supported by thin, thin branches with
round, slippery surfaces.
Sue
Last night I dreamed of these lines but before I saw them this occurred:
I was in an apartment building and we were all witches. While moving from
one room thou the hall to another we all became aware that our powers were
gone and looked outside. The mayor and some police had a big truck with
antennas and satellite dishes parked in front and the dishes were pointed
at the house. We knew that this was preventing us from using our powers
and some of us snuck outside to sabotage the truck so the rest could escape.
We disconnected the power wires on the truck and our powers came back and
we all flew away. Later, in a safe house, I went outside to fly and could
only go about 6 feet up and then had to pull myself up the trees to get
any higher. I looked up and there were power lines overhead.
Note: There was more to the dream but my thought is this...could the
power lines be some outside source...a higher power of some sort...trying
to prevent us from using our inherent powers. I also am trying to figure
out the power lines. Why would so many people have these things in their
dreams. They're not a part of our everyday stuff, unless you're a lineman
I guess.
I am continuing in my exploration of this phenomena but was wondering
what you had found out. Has anyone followed them or tried to merge with
them? Or, tried to cut them or disconnect them in some way?
Susan
May 4th) Men in aerial wire work. I watched them practice for their
art with equipment. They were also connected with wires."
Sept. 6th) Electrical outlets. I had cut the older black cords (many)
and left a simple white one-a white box and a white cord."
Note: I am a shaman in Alaska. I journeyed to non-ordinary reality to
meet my teachers and asked them for the dreams' meanings. This is what
I learned: The wires mean psychic energy-almost like the energy lines in
China-the dragonlines that were in old Taoist teachings. In May I had just
returned from a 2 week (Shamanic) intensive and this September I was preparing
to start the 3 year training. I am "simplifying" going to non-ordinary
reality and somehow it is transforming black to white energy (going from
the unconscious to the conscious level).
Dan
A ghostly steam engine had used an extended cow-catcher to get from
the left side and turn me over on my back and wrap me in gray webbing.
I heard a voice say something which was garbled and made no sense.
Note: I remained in a light trance state, looked into and interpreted
what I'd dreamseen as-A local Toltec woman had used a spirit catcher to
wrap me up, turn me over as a spider does a bug-victim caught in its web.
Pablo
Note: I realized that I had never dreamt of wires...I attempted to incubate
a dream with (them) as a subject. But instead, I got one in which I was
driving a car. And this does relate to the issue, since neither I had so
far dreamed of driving a car.
Well, I engaged myself in a little of self-hypnosis to ask my subconscious
one question or two about myself, as well as to try to induce a wire-related
daydream. My subconscious, sure enough, let me see how, at a deep level,
I perceive both, wires and cars, as instances of an amusingly alien culture.
Then I did feel how wires, on account of their electrical nature, may get
entangled with one's dream body, which is of a similar stuff. Most folks
who are after OOBEs or who dream, want to use that gift for visiting other
people and spots whose basis is on physical earth. But surely those who
rather travel in their mindform to more alien, or abstract, or thus-called
symbolic areas of All That Is, probably won't face the wires situation.
Now, of course, there exists an alternative explanation for wires in
a dream. And it is a symbolic one on which myths and shamanic experience
can shed light.
In Hawaiian shamanism, the body of the subconscious is termed "aka,"
a word meaning "shadow." But also "cobweb." It would
work much in the way also described by Castenada of Don Juan fame, i.e.,
like wires linking one's aura with every other event, actual or probable,
in the universe. This concept was worked out in a rather more limiting
way by Anne Rice in her vampire series, where all those monsters proved
to be so connected with the original one. She perhaps, in turn, drew the
idea from the ancient occultist view of an original oversoul come from
outer space. Also called the banyan tree, for in the case of the afore
mentioned parent, the offspring are forever connected to the original parent
via roots.
And then there is the infamous spider woman of the native American legends,
created to be useful, but becoming tricksome along the way. I bet that
she stands for "mind." This is probably the same as the Ariadne
that provides the necessary thread to the minosaur (buffalo? North American
litho-descriptions of a labyrinth are the same as those found in Minoan
art.) (She knits) counterfeit representations of the divine gods or original
powers.
Therefore, if Jane Roberts, Jung and Plato are right and archetypes
exist, then at least some of those who dream of wires might indeed be seeing,
through the interpretation of their subconscious,...a dance of wavicles
as the objects of perception constituting their surroundings. Those who
dream of wires...might be actually seeing a modernized version of the silver
cords. The psychic internet (would put) them in touch with any destination,
kind of like a sci fi that I read once in which the insect-like inhabitants
of Venus used air-bands as their transportation system.
I believe dreams must be lived rather than interpreted. However, I also
take thoughts to be things (and physical things, thoughts). So, when I
see anything, e.g. wires, even in the waking world, I do not take them,
ever, at face value.
Charles
Note: I don't know what the wires may represent in my dreams other than
to give a reference as to where the ground is and which way is up when
I am flying in the dream. When I come across them in what I would believe
to be an out of body experience, astral projection, I have wondered if
the pull is the same as an electromagnetic attraction. This reassures me
that we are multi-dimensional beings, the body being only one dimension
and the "soul" or "spirit" being another. Some people
can only experience the physical because they have suppressed the spiritual.
I can only believe that the feeling of being drawn to power lines and having
to pull away gives me more assurance that the spirit has substance, even
though it is not able to be seen or felt by others. I have never been afraid
of the power lines because I have always known that I was not in a physical
body, but I have never wanted to get too close, I guess (because of) the
knowledge that if I touched them in a physical state, it would not be too
wise.
Lucy
January 18th) ...I get on Dad's roof and look back. "J" is
slowly coming along. There are wires near the house that he is afraid to
touch. He jumps over them onto the roof. I remind him that it's a dream
and he can go through these things and not be hurt. I fly away again in
big circles. Then I let my body fall to show myself as much as "J"
that I won't be hurt. I feel a slight sensation as my back touches the
ground. I see the house and the night sky before me. I remember someone
saying [I had read somewhere] that they fell and kept on going through
the earth. I try it for a bit and do feel myself going down into the ground.
I don't go far though. I see that I am in a depression of about a half
of a metre. I then want to get the sensation of moving up and out into
the night sky. I marvel that the shifting perspective of the house is exactly
what it should be as I rise from the earth. I know that I couldn't do this
physically and I marvel that my mind is able to create all this so vividly
and expertly.
March13th) ...I am angry (from a previous dream scene). I seem to be
at the foot of Dad's driveway at night. I look up into the sky and see
two moons, then three, then four, then more. I then know I am dreaming;
the moons remind me of another lucid (dream) I have had recently in which
there were multiple moons in the sky. I rise into the air, still angry.
I let the anger carry me. I want revenge (on a character from the previous
scene). I say in a sing-song voice "Lucid, I am lucid." But soon
the angry feeling goes and I am singing some sounds as I continue to rise
into the night sky.
I seem to be a little out of control when it comes to flying. I pass
diagonally upward through a number of power lines that are parallel to
my Grandmother's driveway (next to my father's place). What an interesting
sensation as I feel my body passing through each line (many more lines
than in reality). I seem to be moving up backwards and would rather see
where I am going. With that thought I am then turned around and seem to
have more control. I look back up into the sky, there are no moons now,
just thick gray clouds. I decide to fly through them, to go into outer
space. I rise up into the clouds. They feel thicker than the air, and seem
never ending. I then see two moons close together through the clouds. The
moons are very brilliant and there is what looks like a dark satin or silk
ribbon of colour flickering over them. Soon the experience seems more like
"thinking" than doing and I "wake"... | 
