I love dreams that present a mystery and then at some later random event in your life you get the answer.
Flying Sleds
Morning Meds; 11 13 22
My dream awareness began at midstream in the dream.
I saw a stack of five ladders laying horizontal on the ground or that is how they had been. I had moved some of them and had cut one down to make crossing step so I could make my way down the length of a long trench. I had cut five three-foot-long pieces and positioned them, so they straddled the trench like planks. Someone urgently needed the long ladder for some reason, and they were upset that I had cut them down to make a way across the pit. My mother scolded me and said I should have just left them alone. They needed the ladders to reach a treasure.
(I was a curious child and learned early on that things come apart much easier than they go back together, it was not my fist scolding.)
I walked east down the makeshift bridge down the length of the trench and noticed some funny marking in the sand like tracks but not in a consistent enough pattern to be tracks.
(The markings looked like my crude sketch, 1. being the mark and 2. being what would leave a mark like that. What would leave this impression could be shaped like a glass electrical insulator like they use for high voltage if it wasn’t pushed all the way into the sand and entered at a slight angle.) (It could be something else I don’t know, following energy is consistent with my interests. If someone recognizes this symbol from somewhere, please share.)
I continued east into a large old barn like structure following the markings. The barn was old and many of the siding planks had deteriorated or had fallen of. I knew I was in an opponent’s compound; enemy seems like to strong of word, but at the same time I knew they meant me harm.
(I have had maybe five or six dreams where I am battling some different dimensional militarized force, this would fall into that type of dream.)
I am part of a small unit of soldiers, and we are making our way down the south interior wall of the barn. I am not sure of the amount, somewhere between ten or twenty.
By now we are on a raised cement floor about eight to ten foot wide and in the center of the barn is a huge rectangular pit. The ground level we are on surrounds the opening. I never investigated the pit to see why it was there or what was in it.
The walkway was filled with old rusty farm equipment and machinery, we had to pick our way through the collection. I bumped into something and made a noise. A soldier behind me whispered that we had to stay quiet, but it was too late, we had been detected.
I never did see the opponent, they were close to invisible, but I saw movement outside the barn through the opening in the siding. They were coming out of an adjacent structure.
“We have to climb higher!” someone yelled behind me.
I looked up into the open rafters above and they were filled with old machinery too, but I noticed these hanging bedframes looking things. They were maybe two feet across and four foot long and tied to the rafters in pairs by small ½ inch woven twine. They didn’t have a floor but, I knew they were flying sleds. I started to jump up and pull the twine so they would be released, and my fellow soldiers could grab them.
I turned to release the ones above me and a knew that one of my opponents had just jumped onto one of them, I am not sure how I knew because they were still invisible.
I grabbed the twine attached to the front of the frame with my left hand and reached for a higher grip with my right and with the same motion a pole-vaulter uses to clear the bar, I pulled myself up enough to land my right foot on the twine above me. Then as I pushed down with my foot my weight pulled the front of the frame down and catapulted my opponent off the sled. That’s when I woke up.
I have never had the ability to lucid dream, but I sure wish I could have been able to continue the dream.
I won’t go into interpretation, but I was curious about the bed frame sledge, they didn’t make any sense because they didn’t look like a slid at all.
Mystery solved; I watched a show about Egyptian Hieroglyphics. It was about a massive tomb built by and for Padiamenope, who was an Egyptian scribe.
In his burial chamber he had covered the whole ceiling with a hieroglyphic mural and on the mural, there were four Egyptian deities flying on these little representations of Egyptian boats. Flying sleds if you will.
I wouldn’t have made the connection if had not been for a dream I call my Anubis Dream where for a brief moment I painfully felt my face transform into shape of Anubis. That dreams explanation also came by a random later event.
The second sketch is how I saw the sleds. They are not identical but seeing these in a dream and recognizing them as some sort of flying devise and then seeing something similar in a program I randomly recorded two weeks ago is pretty cool, especially since its fits into an Egyptian dream theme I seem to be having. Grabbing ropes in the air fits into the dream I had about hanging strands of light energy. Dreams are gifts from beyond.
I have a screen shoot of the ceiling, but I don’t have permission to post it, if interested the show is,
Decoding Hieroglyphics / Secrets of the Dead on PBS is the show. It is toward the end of the program.
Addition to this post.
When I posted my dream on a dream Facebook site, asking, “If someone recognizes this symbol from somewhere, please share.” Someone posted information about Djed-pillars. Which had never seen them before.
Djed-pillars these are Egyptian artifacts.
When I posted my dream about Flying Sleds on a dream Facebook site, asking, “If someone recognizes a certain symbol / form I saw in a dream from somewhere, please share.” Someone posted information about Djed-pillars, which I had never seen before. It is so much fun when a dream shows you a mystery and then it is solved in our day-to-day world.
Meditative Imagery 