My lucid dream post was on Friday:
http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=89243

Response from reader R.:
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Nicely written piece!! I can personally attest to the experience of wondering how my own brain generated so much incredible detail in a few of my own lucid dreams-- but never thought about the dream being generated in a place other than my own brain. Thanks! And where do I follow up on more of your great lucid dream descriptions?

I never before took the idea of THIS reality we're in as a lucid dream on another scale... until your article here.
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MrF replies:

The following was posted in 2011, well before the Great Deletion by a hacker of almost all RMN content prior to September 2014. But I managed to recover it from from a Google cache before those too disappeared.

My dreams are almost never lucid. The one below was not a lucid dream, but was remarkable in other ways as described in the post, so much so that a reader offered a detailed interpretation, which I also include below.

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Posted By: MrFusion
Date: Saturday, 22-Oct-2011 21:52:00

I had this dream like thirty years ago. It was the only long dream I ever had that I could remember in great detail. It has elements of fairy tales, Greek myth, and science fiction. I always thought it must mean something, but I could never figure out what:

THE DREAM:

I was a lone-wolf space explorer. I landed my space ship in a desert on an uncharted, apparently uninhabited world. I went for a walk outside to get the lay of the land. I came to a large circular hole about 20 or 25 feet in diameter; on closer inspection I saw that it went straight down with no apparent bottom. I don't remember falling in, but the next thing I knew I was drifting down the shaft at a constant rate of speed. It didn't feel like falling and I wasn't afraid. The walls appeared to be smoothly polished seamless reddish-brown granite, curving around me in a perfect circle. There seemed to be plenty of light to see, though I didn't notice any source.

Eventually I saw a floor coming up; it had a brass design inlaid in the granite, like you might see in an Art-Deco office building. When I had landed, I saw that to one side was a down stairway with a brass railing, and also a brass-doored elevator. I went in the elevator and pressed the down button. The doors closed and the elevator went down. After a while the doors opened, and I found myself in a very tasteful hotel lobby, also in polished granite and brass, with floor-to-ceiling windows all around, looking out on the streets of a town or small city. There were a lot of people around (no one I knew). They seemed to notice me, but it was a little while before two or three came up to me and began to fill me in on what was going on. It turned out that none of them could leave, because they had come down the stairs, and if you try going back up the stairs they would never end. The elevator wouldn't work for them, but they were sure it would work for me if I didn't stay too long. But they asked me not to leave right away because they wanted me to do something for them.

Some of them had been here a very long time. I gather they didn't age, but I also never saw any children. They took me outside to show me around. The sky was light but I saw no sun; it was like a hazy summer day when the sun is behind a cloud. The town was of moderate size, and set in a pretty countryside of rolling hills and scattered forests. It seemed that the people also couldn't leave the town to go into the countryside. I wasn't sure exactly what prevented them. In the countryside there lived the Little People; in fact the odd spires and thatched roofs of one of their settlements could be seen in the distance. But the Little People were nowhere to be seen; they were almost never seen, but it was assumed that they were responsible for the people in the town being trapped. It wasn't clear what the purpose of the town was.

As they were showing me around, I saw that there were long mounds of dirt running down the middle of almost every street, and every six feet or so an iron rod about 1/4 or 1/2 inch in diameter was stuck down into the mound. Every now and then there would be a muffled "boom" and some of the rods would go up a foot or two and then down again. I didn't immediately gather what this was about, but presently a wave of tense excitement swept through the town. It seemed that they had been looking for something, and they had found it: a little modestly decorated grayish metal box about the size of a cigar box. The favor they wanted me to do was to take this with me when I left. They all seemed very apprehensive that I might refuse. I got the feeling that they had been expecting someone to show up, and had been feverishly looking for the box so the newcomer, namely me, could take it away. Apparently, if I did so, they were sure they would be able to leave. They wanted me to go back to my ship with it and take it as far away as possible, but under no circumstances was I to open it.

I guess I agreed, because the next thing I know, I'm back on my ship, out in space, heading for wherever I had been planning to go next. And there was the box. And there I sat, looking at the box. And there the box sat on the table. (Artificial gravity, I guess.) And so of course, I just had to open the box. I mean, what's the worst could happen? It's going to be a miniaturized Mark VII matter-antimatter annihilator, and it'll turn me and my ship into a cloud of quarks? Yeah, right. Probably just some dusty old elf jewelry. Maybe with some nice dusty old diamonds and rubies and emeralds and sapphires and maybe an opal or two... Hmmm, let's just inch this lid up a little here... And there was a blinding flash of white light, and I woke up.
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Reader: "Here's what I think your dream means: ..."

Posted By: hobie
Date: Sunday, 23-Oct-2011 03:36:07

(Thanks, W. :)

Reader W. writes:

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Here's what I think your dream means:

The hole you fell down is an archetype of Alice in Wonderland falling down the rabbit hole. You were descending into an illusionary world. Part of the clue is the fact that you are not hurt when hit the bottom - it is after all an illusion. The people in the illusion had been there a very long time and because they tried to use the illusion to leave the illusion (via an M.C. Escher style illusionary staircase?). They found themselves in an archetypal Hotel California, "you can come here anytime but you can never leave". They sense there is something wrong with their world but they don't quite know why. Some lived very well in their granite and brass lined surroundings, but the little people, the exploited creative ones (the ones who built spires), lived in thatched huts in rural areas...and were out of sight and out of mind. Its significant the wealthy ones had granite structures while the poor only had straw to live in.

Since they knew you didn't come in the way they did and were not a part of the illusion, they knew you could leave it anytime as long as you didn't become too enmeshed with the illusion. They warn you not to stay too long in the illusion.

The dirt in the street is a symbol of the mechanized way in which man treats nature. This running roughshod over nature is the hallmark of duality. Just as rectangular structures is the hallmark of human activity. Nature is seen as only a dead resource for the taking. This symbol is further reinforced with iron rebar [concrete iron re-enforcement rods] of all things - just to make the point again. The iron bars are also a symbol of industrialized extraction of minerals from nature (the industrial age). Rebar is often used in setting elevations and straight lines for digging and also for probing for things in the ground. They are digging and seeking ways to both find the box and to dispose of it using the tools they have available.

They feel threatened by the box, to them its a kind of Pandora's box of unknown possibilities. They fear it greatly. The ruling class wants you to take it away. These people are in full blown Stockholm syndrome identifying with their captivity.

When you open the box you discover ascension. The flash is bright white light. Its what I got a glimpse of in my NDE. The non-local realm of photons and the amazing expansion of consciousness. You arrived at ascension, they continued on in their illusion. They did not want the very thing that would set them free from from the illusion. It was not yet their time, they made their choice. It was available to them too but only you chose it - this symbol is emphasized by your perception that it contained gems of great value. It was valuable to you, you wanted it, but they did not.
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