I am you...

Two nights ago, I had a dream that has been lingering in my heart.  I was aware of myself dreaming, which made it even more compelling.  Lucid dreams feel like sacred space. 

I was looking into the welcoming brown eyes of a dark-skinned black woman.  She was exotic and foreign, and yet her eyes felt familiar.  Her smile matched my own as she looked back at me. 
 
As I lifted my hand to brush a stray hair from my eyes, she lifted hers in the direction of her long, thick, intricate braids, and in a flash I knew.  She was me!  I had been looking in a mirror. I looked down at my hands and they were the deep brown color of the earth.
 
I was transformed.  I was a black woman!  I looked back in the mirror. My hair looked tribal.  It was thickly braided and woven on the crown of my head, with dreadlocks flowing past my shoulders. It was lovely, artistic, and unfamiliar. My clothes were flowing, with flashes of yellow and red.
 
Inhabiting her body felt like living inside of a book. I wondered about her story. I wondered about her life.
 
I stepped back from the mirror intrigued.  There was another one to my right, and I moved toward it, curious about what would be reflected.  I looked, and she was gone. In her place was the usual me – white, present tense, ordinary me. 
 
I went back to the first mirror.  When I looked, the intriguing black woman was back.  I felt like myself in my body, but the package I was in was of a different culture and race.
 
The dream ended there.  That was two nights ago, and my thoughts are still drawn back into that mirror.  This dream reminded me to see myself in everyone. It reminded me that I am a spiritual being living in a physical body.  It reminded me that magnificence dwells in diversity, and that our abundance lives in each other. 
 

 (This is a song I wrote about lucid dreaming, with images by my friend Alessandro Della Pietra.)

4 comments

  • Bryan Abes

    Bryan Abes Kennett square, PA

    This has got to be the deepest, most interesting story you've told(although they're all very interesting and beautiful). I love when you have one of those dreams where you're aware that it's a dream. It's like your mind takes you on a trip to a phantasy world in your sleep. I've even been reunited with deceased loved ones in that kinda place. I used to lie in bed waiting to dose off to sleep and say " I wonder what special journey my mind is gonna take me on tonight". I absolutely love your song Lucid dreaming!

    This has got to be the deepest, most interesting story you've told(although they're all very interesting and beautiful). I love when you have one of those dreams where you're aware that it's a dream. It's like your mind takes you on a trip to a phantasy world in your sleep. I've even been reunited with deceased loved ones in that kinda place. I used to lie in bed waiting to dose off to sleep and say " I wonder what special journey my mind is gonna take me on tonight". I absolutely love your song Lucid dreaming!

  • Denise Moser

    Denise Moser

    Thanks Bryan. I am glad my dream spoke to you. It was extremely vivid, and it has stuck with me. I love the land of lucid dreams too, and have also had visits with loved ones who have passed on. I especially love the ones where I can fly. Thanks for liking the song as well, and for being a regular reader of my blog. It is much appreciated.

    Thanks Bryan. I am glad my dream spoke to you. It was extremely vivid, and it has stuck with me. I love the land of lucid dreams too, and have also had visits with loved ones who have passed on. I especially love the ones where I can fly. Thanks for liking the song as well, and for being a regular reader of my blog. It is much appreciated.

  • harry david

    harry david maine

    i'm envious of your ability to dream, to know your dreaming, to get around in your dream, and to remember it all. and what an interesting dream this was. Tribal, cultural, colorful and introspective. are we all connected? have we lived before? do people past visit us? did she look wise, lost, scared, upset? and what is a dream anyway? once again thanks for getting me to think about cool stuff at the end of this somewhat normal forgettable day. good luck in NY. i believe you will be awesome....just like the last mirror said

    i'm envious of your ability to dream, to know your dreaming, to get around in your dream, and to remember it all. and what an interesting dream this was. Tribal, cultural, colorful and introspective. are we all connected? have we lived before? do people past visit us? did she look wise, lost, scared, upset? and what is a dream anyway? once again thanks for getting me to think about cool stuff at the end of this somewhat normal forgettable day. good luck in NY. i believe you will be awesome....just like the last mirror said

  • Denise Moser

    Denise Moser

    Thanks Harry D, I love dreaming, and vivid lucid dreams that linger are treasure! Sometimes they feel like dreams, and sometimes they feel like a glimpse of something that is far bigger than my sleeping brain. It is a gift that nightmares gave me as a child. I used to think, in the midst of my fear, that if I could scream, I might wake myself up. One day I thought, if I am trying to wake myself up, then I must be asleep and dreaming. That was the start of it, and I have cultivated it all my life. Some periods of my life have been more fertile ground for it. Thanks for your New York wishes. I appreciate your confidence in me. I am excited about the show, but worried about the city. I am a treehouse girl.

    Thanks Harry D, I love dreaming, and vivid lucid dreams that linger are treasure! Sometimes they feel like dreams, and sometimes they feel like a glimpse of something that is far bigger than my sleeping brain. It is a gift that nightmares gave me as a child. I used to think, in the midst of my fear, that if I could scream, I might wake myself up. One day I thought, if I am trying to wake myself up, then I must be asleep and dreaming. That was the start of it, and I have cultivated it all my life. Some periods of my life have been more fertile ground for it. Thanks for your New York wishes. I appreciate your confidence in me. I am excited about the show, but worried about the city. I am a treehouse girl.

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