Dwight S. Huggins
This is Volume IV of XXV Volumes of Dreams. Dreamt over the course of a decade, and recorded on audio-cassettes. Starting in 1989, the dream tapes ended in 1998. Each volume is the transcribed contents of ten audio-cassettes; each serving, as a chapter, which were mostly 90 minutes.
These dream volumes, do validate the dreams shared in the revolutionary memoir, Dream Magus Of Babylon, which explores the spiritual journey of Task Companions; Stephen S. Katz and I, which lasted 7 years and beyond, transcending his passing in 1989. A fascinating read, it explores a life in the theatre in both New York City and Canada, involves a nasty betrayal, great anecdotes, with dreams of the departed woven into the magical, inspiring tale that’s full of laughter and kick-ass sex!
Dwight S. Huggins was born in Nevis, August 2nd 1960. Dwight is the
author of
Dream Magus of Babylon and
A Spacefarer's Journal, and has
lived in St. Kitts, America and Canada, enjoys Jazz and collecting
First Nations art, and considers the height of living to be as awakened
when asleep as when awake.
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*Before I went to sleep, I had crystals on
my body and had been meditating. While
still awake I began dreaming. This
progressed for a few preliminary dreams, I was just watching them detachedly
progress, as I moved through them fully consciously awake. END.
Dream
one. Then in this one
particular dream I began challenging myself, saying that this is actually a
dream that I’m having. I’m fully awake
and yet I’m dreaming.
The landscape of the dream was there, and
though I was inside the dream, I was yet fully awake, and aware of my body
being here on the bed. I could see
around the room to open my eyes, the dreams continuing on as though each vision
a palimpsest of the other.
While in the dream I decided this is a
dream and I’m fully self aware. So since
it is a dream, I’m going to fly. At that
point my body began moving through the air. I started flying through the air, at which the
landscape immediately changed.
I was then in what was undoubtedly a narrow
cobble street. Houses were definitely in
mainland Europe. I was flying and hovering in the street, not
above the rooftops, and going along. I
then came to a place where I flew up and veered off to the left, and then began
going over these roofs. I was quite low
over them and began doubting whether or not I could fly.
I ended being on my stomach, on top of this
roof. It was a green rooftop, not shingles,
but some sort of material; not slate either. I started doubting, as I was right on the
crest of a roof where it sloped.
Off in front of me was a woman in a window.
I became quite nervous, and it was at
that point that my bridge came undone. I
thought to myself, “Oh dear god, no.” There
was a lot of blood.
At that I thought, "Dear god let this
only happen in the dreamstate, because I do not want this happening in real
life. I certainly can’t afford for it to
happen while I’m here on holidays."
At that I ended the dream right then and
there.
