Question from team member
My best dreams were the recent ones. I didn’t even need to write them down; they’re etched in my memory, and I kept replaying the details all day. The very first dream had a strong Toltec vibe. In it, someone was showing me a forest behind a power station with two tall towers that looked a bit like Orthodox church domes, and telling me that beyond the power station lay places untouched by human feet. It was somewhere in the north. There was a thin layer of snow, with patches of green grass peeking through. I remember marveling at the sight of such green grass under the snow. At first, the power station was hidden behind a hill, and this guide, who seemed like a forester, led me to the left, where I saw the power station and the forest beyond. It wasn’t a fully lucid dream, though.
By the way, how do you determine north? By the signs you described? I haven’t seen the sun in my dreams yet. I assumed the forest in my dream was to the east, probably because on the map of Russia, Siberia is to the east. So, that’s still in question.
For now, in my future dreams, I plan to focus on the landscape, like I would if I were in a strange city. First thing I’d do is get my bearings. In dreams, though, all the attention goes to the characters and events, not the surroundings. Until we started talking, it hadn’t even crossed my mind how strange that was. I’ll definitely start making a map.
About mirrors in dreams, I was warned they’re very dangerous. They referenced Castaneda, but I haven’t found anything in his work about mirrors in dreams. The only part I remember is where they used a mirror to draw a being from another world. They had nothing better to do, I guess. So, if you don’t need your double, send it back into the mirror. Or learn to communicate and cooperate with it, or else it’ll only bring unpleasant consequences.
Answer from Segrei Izrigi
Regarding the power station — I’ve got it on my map too. To the right, there’s a forest with a strange sanatorium (for infectious diseases, I think). I wandered around it but didn’t go in. That forest area is located to the north-northeast, and in its southern part, there’s a spot someone once called “The Witches’ Forest.” There you might meet an unusual ollie — an ally ollie. If you can avoid freaking out, it can teach you a lot. I went there around twenty times. The first time went like this: two group members and I were sitting in the House of Teachers. It’s a place where everyone meets their spiritual teacher. The first room is like a porch, with an earthen floor, and some woman is always sweeping the floor. Usually, you only see her powerful back. The second room is a long rectangle. All the students or teacher’s group members sit on the floor. The teacher himself sits against the far narrow wall. When you arrive, you sit to his left. Then you’re shifted into second attention (I only remember hazy images), and when you come back to first attention, you find yourself on the teacher’s right (usually flat on your back and in pretty sorry shape). Remember, this happened to all of us.
So there we were, waiting for the teacher, when suddenly the woman sweeping the floor turned to me, waved her broom, and I flew off. It was a lucid dream, though my concentration wavered a bit. Then, bam! I was in a scene where people were being evacuated from a two-story house — there was an alien inside, apparently very hostile and dangerous. Not dangerous in a life-or-death sense, but dangerous to the soul. Everyone was running and evacuating, while I went inside and entered a room — a kind of medical office, with an exam table, desk, scales, and a computer. A woman sat behind the computer. She turned to me, and I nearly lost it. She had the eyes of a nagual. You remember those eyes too, don’t you? That look of alien consciousness, black, shiny, absorbing all of you. I was jolted out into a regular dream. Later, I returned a few times to find that place and looked for her. The building was gone, but I found some shack, like a shed, crawled inside, and waited a long time. No luck.
Then something terrible happened. In real life.
I was staying at a friend’s place. Typical nine-story building in the city center, summer, with the balcony open at night. My friend and his wife had gone to their dacha. I was alone in the apartment and suddenly woke up because I heard the lock click. I thought it was a burglar. My friend and his wife wouldn’t have come back at night. I threw off the blanket, ready to confront some intruder, when I heard a horrifying, indescribable voice: “Se-ro-o-zha! I’m here!” It was her — the ollie. I didn’t see her then. I felt terrible. I was sick, nauseous, I messed up the whole bedroom and, until my friends returned, desperately tried to clean up the traces of my weakness. Later, I made friends with that ollie. Just another story about power.
Many people have seen this ollie. You can try. From the power station, head southeast. And by the way, your description of the power station was spot-on.
P.S. I’ve been thinking about the power station. It’s also a medical lab, or a huge facility with vats, tanks, pools, and so on. When I was there, I thought I’d ended up among the inorganic beings and would stay there forever. Some of the tanks, especially the red ones, had such alien energy that I felt physically ill.
It’s exactly like that! Try going east from the power station to the Witch’s Forest. Not far from the power station, I had a sanatorium with infected patients. They looked at people and infected them with their gaze (like “the evil eye,” only way more fatal). After an incubation period, during which the newly infected went literally insane, they became like the other infected ones.
I visited that sanatorium a few times and didn’t find anything useful, so I moved further east. There, there are Ollies everywhere.
If you go southeast from the power station, you’ll reach the House of Teachers. And your old lady with the broom reminded me of someone I once saw in the House of Teachers. She was always sweeping with her little broom there. Once, she swept toward me, the wind picked up, and I was pulled into a wild situation I had to sort out for a long time afterward. Maybe it was her way of teaching me a lesson.
About the map — the process has started. I’m still a bit confused with the mountains; they show up too often in my dreams.
For me, mountains always mark the tonal’s boundary — like its borders. Sometimes, you find passages in the mountains, leading you to interesting places.