Last night I had an incredible and extremely vivid lucid dream. In the dream I am in what appears to be a psychiatric ward of a hospital where people come to recover from mental and emotional trauma. I notice the ward is mostly occupied by young men. Most of the attending staff of doctors and nurses are women. I am given a private room for my stay. The layout reminds me of a honey comb. Every room has 6 sides and is adjacent to another room with six sides which is adjacent to another room with six sides and so on and so forth for as far as you can see. The layout strikes me as unusual so I walk through the rooms. There are no corridors. Every room simply leads into another room. Many of the rooms are empty so there are plenty of open rooms available for new arrivals. I see patients playing board games with each other and there is a very good communal atmosphere present.
A nurse approaches me to perform my intake. She encourages me noting the success of the hospital to treat trauma. She tells me if I choose I will never have to suffer again. This all seems so bizarre to me and I suddenly realize I am dreaming. In this now wakeful state I begin to pay very close attention to everything she is telling me about their treatment program. It sounds so appealing and makes perfect sense to me except I’m in a dream and I am lucid so I must investigate my surroundings. I tell her I need some time to run some personal errands before committing to my stay. She tells me there is no problem. I can leave at any time and come back at will but I’m thinking a program this good is sure to fill up quickly. I want to benefit from the program as well as conduct my research into this lucid state in which I find myself. With her assurance that a space is reserved for me, I leave through the door in the courtyard.
Outside I run into my sister Grace who is going to accompany me on my journey. I tell Grace that we are in a lucid dream and to pay close attention to everything she sees and hears and make a mental not of it. I want to find the extent to which the illusion we are in persists. At what point does the illusion of the dream break down?
What I am seeing through my mind’s eye is simply breathtaking. I can see the sky and clouds and the moon and the stars with such clarity and beauty that is simply indescribable. Upon the horizon is a massive thunderstorm approaching. It is dark and ominous yet quite contained to a very specific area in the sky. It is not threatening. It is beautiful in the power and force it holds within it.
I continue to walk and walk till I finally reach the end of the illusion like walking through quicksand nothing else exists except the raw material from which reality is created. I have long left my sister behind and only I stand alone in a thick sticky substance as if I had a sheet draped over me. Feeling I’ve reached my goal and found my end I turn back and soon reencounter my sister who escorts me back to the hospital.
I’m given the same room that I had been assigned before. I’m surprised that they actually held the room for me. They in fact saved my place. I sit in the courtyard looking up at the sky knowing that now I can benefit from all the healing properties of the dream. I also can’t believe that I am fully aware of everything around me. There is nothing out of place. I have examined every detail of this dream, this reality and found every part to be complete in every detail. Every word and sound makes perfect sense. I am in the process of healing my wounded soul.
I was very struck by the honey combs. Is this what a sixth dimension reality looks like, feels like? Within a hexagon is found the 6 pointed star or Star of David which is a reference to God. Honey is a reference to love.
“And thy Lord taught the bee to build its cells in hills, on trees and in (men’s) habitations…there issues from within their bodies a drink of varying colors, wherein is healing for mankind. Verily in this is a Sign for those who give thought”.
Translation of Quran 16:68–69