Normally, I prefer to record my dreams right upon waking up. However, I overslept due to the disruption to my sleep schedule. It does not seem to matter as my dreams have been so vivid that I seem to remember them just as well. For this session, I actually visualized drawing my “key” with orange energy, feeling it pulsed like a heartbeat over my body. I had the same sensation of the usual “brain massages”.
The dream took place in the dorms I lived in back in my college days. There was a bad blizzard outside and people were hanging out in the commons area. There was lightning going on outside in the storm, something I have only seen a few times in my lifetime. Someone noted seeing multiple colors in the sky. The rest of us did not see it but before we could stop him, he bolted to the elevator and went up to the roof. I went with a group of people who rushed up to the roof.
When we arrived there, my state of awareness shifted from the point of view of just myself to every individual there. Where I only saw a gray sky with white lightning, I could see the rainbow of colors others were seeing. Shades of blues, greens, purples, reds, etc danced across the sky, swirling in the storm. Each individual became mesmerized by the beauty, urging to touch it as they walked forward closer to the edge. I tried to stop them, even going as far as shaking them to try to snap them out of it, only to get shoved aside. I felt the joy and awe as they reached up to the sky…and stepped off the edge. I was aware of the rush of the fall and felt the impact.
I sat back and watched the swirls of the snow, sensing the presence between the howls of the wind.
There seems to be a theme of witnessing the maddness of others and seeing the outcome, only to be ignored or viewed as mad myself. That has actually been something that has happened numerous times in real life, where I am called paranoid or anxious in the moment when I try to warn someone, only for what I see happening coming to pass. Usually then I either get apologies or curses for not warning the individual before they made the mistake.
The dream ended with me arguing with an owl about whether or not I did the best I could (the owl arguing that I did). Well, at least this fowl arguement did not include a chicken this time.
Edit: there seems to be a story by HP Lovecraft about Colors from Space but I have never read it. It appears that I have plenty of free time tonight so that is what I will be doing to see if I can get anything out of it