Concerning my dreams on the night of May 5th, 2009…(Recent waking world stuff: I have been studying Sofia myth/archetype, C.G. Jung ("Dreams, Memories, Reflections") I’ve been decidedly single for three years, I’m broke (who isn’t?), and just got laid off.)



There were a group of us traveling deep under ground. Through passageways, chambers, and staircases we searched for an answer—an answer to why the sky was falling.

Eventually, we found who we were looking for, a daemon whose name I do not know. We asked her about the sky, she told us why. I do not remember the reason, but it seemed like there was nothing we could do about it now. Dejected, we began our journey back up to our world.

There were about six or seven of us, perhaps eight. Men and women both. Hard to count with all the twists and turns. On our way back up, I stopped to speak with a strikingly beautiful woman who I had been observing during our quest. She was perfectly lovely, with light olive skin and long dark hair; yet it was her character that truly impressed me. She was strong, not shy about expressing her ideas, and she made a constant effort to point out the good in others. When someone in our group made a good choice in direction, kept a positive attitude, or did something kind, she would make a genuine, uncontrived comment to them.

I stopped in an alcove and waited briefly for her. I told her that I had noticed and appreciated her positive attitude and reinforcement during our journey. She laughed, and then surprised me by kissing my cheek and putting her arm around my waist and walking closely with me. I remember the delicious warmth of her body, and my delightful surprise. By her beauty, I judged her to be out of my league, yet here she was, intimately close with me and seemingly glad for it.

One of the other women who was walking close to us giggled and said shockingly, “What, are you two going to have sex with each other?”
In my mind, everything I knew about the woman at my side flashed through in a series of images. It wasn’t much. I had only just met her during our quest. I knew she was both passionate and kind, not to mention smashingly beautiful. But I didn’t really know her. I expressed this to the other woman.
“Ha! I barely know this girl, we’ve only just met. How am I to know what kind of person she is if we’ve barely spoken to each other? I’m not sleeping with someone I don’t know!”

The woman at my side laughed. She quickly spun from my left side, kissing me on the lips as she faced me, then hopped in step on my right side, her arm again around my waist. Both women laughed and exchanged some comments I do not remember. I felt a little dizzy. I remember hoping that I would continue to be intrigued by this woman as I grew to know her better, I also remember being thankful for the opportunity.

We continued to talk and flirt as we walked through the catacombs. At a large room with old couches and cushions, we all rested. The woman sat down with me, her back against my chest, her cheek against mine. While the others talked amongst themselves, we spoke quietly to each other. I do not recall the exact words spoken, but we spoke about what we had learned from the daemon, about the sky, and about the things important to us that we feared losing. To my supreme pleasure, there was nothing about her that struck a discordant note within me.

We paused to listen to the conversation our comrades were having. The group’s alpha male made a loud and preposterous suggestion as to what we should do next. The woman in my arms jumped up and turned around. She stood over me, her lovely legs on either side, disappearing under her dress. She flashed me a wicked grin. Looking in her eyes, yet speaking to the others, I said, “We simply continue to the surface and share what we have learned. There is nothing we can do here.”

The alpha male grumbled, the others agreed and rose to leave. The woman reached down and pulled me up so that we stood together, our bodies touching from knee to forehead. Suddenly, she skipped away and out the door, throwing me a smile from the hall.

“Ours is a sad lot,” I thought to myself. “But damn if I’m not having a smashing time!”

Eventually, we reached the surface. Things were far worse than when we had left.

Looking up, I saw what appeared to be a gradually fading projection of the sky on a huge dome. I was shocked to discover that the sky wasn’t real after all. It was faded completely from a circular area just above and to the southwest. The seams in the dome were visible. Down from the blank circle, the projection of the night sky full of stars was as it always had been, except now revealed as an illusion.

I didn’t have time to contemplate the fact that the sky was, and had been, a projected illusion. Stars, or chunks of the dome, were falling randomly. They were still small, yet large enough to kill a man. This was very concerning. There was little cover above ground. I kept shooting nervous glances from under the heavy beams and pillars, which still remained of a building.

The woman walked by and then we were holding hands. Concern was written on her face. Our fate was written above.
“Let us go make love.” I said. She nodded silently and we went back down the large, concrete stairwell which had brought us to the surface.

Behind us I could hear chunks of the sky coming down. Like grains of sand in an hourglass, they signaled that time was running out. Many others were taking refuge down the stairwell. A mad, end of the world joy and bitter sadness was mixed there. Many were drunk or getting high. I did not want this. I wanted all my senses intact. I wanted to look this woman in the eyes as our bodies caressed.

I wanted to go deeper down in order to live as long as possible, until the largest pieces of sky fell and destroyed the world. We continued walking. Rounding a corner we found an empty couch on a landing. The woman pulled me and said, “Here.” I marveled at the joy still in her eyes. I started to protest because there were people partying on the stairs just behind us and I didn’t want them to see our naked bodies as we lay together.
The woman laughed and said to me, “What? They are just bodies.”

I looked at her. Indeed, just bodies that will soon be earth once again. I consented with my own laughter, and then I awoke.

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I wrote this longhand in my journal this morning, but the full meaning eluded me. My waking mind grasped for the meaning vainly. As I typed this out, I understood a little more. Only because of my recent studies of C.G. Jung dream analysis and study of Sofia. (Best source of info on Sofia I have found yet available as an online book at:: http://wisdomsgoldenrod.org/publications/kdamiani/ )

The underworld that I was first in, is the unconscious. The daemon was Hecate, another face of Sofia. Here, in the unconscious, I met my anima, Sofia. The falling sky was my waking world life, and the inherent problems of existence. In the waking world, I create, and am responsible for, my own experiences. Hence, "nothing can be done now", because the events were already set in motion by my conscious self. Meeting Hecate, the guardian of the underworld, I was now ready to meet Sofia, goddess of wisdom, bride of christ, the mother and lover of the entire universe and all beings. In the Jungian sense, she is also my anima, or female archetype within the subconscious, which is why I met her underground.

It is interesting that Gnostic mythology, Sofia (and Sofia as Lilith) totally embraces the female sexuality, which I was obviously smitten by. Only the rule of priests, rabbis, and mullahs has removed this from our modern day mythos.

The alpha male with the boisterous and ridiculous bossiness, was my ego, who rules by day and leads me toward folly. Sofia's wicked grin was a reminder that it is my spirit which truly rules. I then stated in the dream that we should take what we learned to the surface, to the conscious mind, and share it. (My waking self didn't hear until the second writing, but usually it comes at the first.)

Arriving on the surface, in the conscious mind, I immediately saw the projection of the sky, showing the inherent illusion of the cognitive reality assembled by the fives senses. The falling chunks were the results of my own actions in the waking world. Choices and consequences. SOB. I'm still learning, apparently. So the reason why the sky was falling was due to poor choices I have made while in ego consciousness

I then asked Sofia to go with me back to the subconscious. An attempt to avoid reality and consequences? Probably. She then revealed a simple, yet powerful piece of wisdom to me: "They are just bodies." Indeed, what am I so concerned about? My body? Shame, pride, status, ego?

"The decisive question for man is: Is he related to something infinite or not? That is the telling question of his life. Only if we know that the thing which truly matters is the infinite can we avoid fixing our interest upon futilities, and upon all kinds of goals which are not of real importance."—C.G. Jung