By the time I had this dream in 2008, I had already experienced DMT three times and Ayahuasca twice. Every experience had been a deep break through. If you’d like to read them, links to those experiences are here:

Intro with 1st and 2nd DMT experiences:
https://www.dmt-nexus.me...spx?g=posts&t=39897

3rd DMT experience:
https://www.dmt-nexus.me...spx?g=posts&t=39937

1st Ayahuasca experience:
https://www.dmt-nexus.me...spx?g=posts&t=39968

I wish to write to you all about this dream because it was very much like a DMT experience in my sleep state. I often find myself able to “go” to the DMT realm, not fully as you might imagine, but enough where I can sense it on the cusp. I will sometimes have this experience when I meditate. I feel it creeping in but I have not yet achieved (if even possible for me) a full enlightening experience in my waking life without the need for external chemical stimulation.

This dream focused on Bastet and Ayahuasca, not the brew but the vine itself. It was probably one of the most lucid dreams I have ever had. I remember walking down a quaint street, where I saw what seemed like a art and photography gallery. I walked in where I saw a woman, the proprietor. She looked to be in her late 30s, early 40s. There was an absolute beauty about her. There was a young man in his early 20s with her. She gazed upon me and quickly left with the man. I followed her through the streets and found myself in the middle of the woods. The taste of Autumn had just sprinkled itself across the leaves of the trees.

I found an open meadow where I saw an out of place box. It had a lens on on side and stood atop a post about high enough for me to look through. As I approached the box for closer inspection, my attention was called to the lens itself. In that instant, I felt as though I was looking through the lense, infinitely in all directions.

I noticed the woman and her young lover on top of her in the distance. They both looked at me with no real indication of emotion from being watched. The man disappeared into thin air. In a blink of an eye, the woman stood up and started walking towards me. I was not outside of the box, back in my body.

As she walked, she grew taller. Her skin turned blue. Her body took an odd shape and her gate was very strange indeed. Her movement did not seem at all to be human. It seemed to me that her strides were getting longer and faster. I was frozen where I stood, not by fear but by my curiosity but she seemed more aggressive.

By the time she reached me, her naked blue body was covered in fur. She looked at me with her face which changed shapes into that of a cat. She did not look human at all. She was tall, over seven feet. With one swift motion, she swirled her arm around the back of my neck and dragged me into a hole in the stump of giant tree.

The inside of the tree was the size of a small room. It reminded me of a bedroom of sorts. She seemed to be trying to seduce me. She has changed back into a more human form, retaining the blue skin. She straddled me with incredible force and said to me “you’re afraid of death. Let me show you what death is.”

She took my hands and moved them to her neck and began to squeeze then around her throat with her hands. I could not stop it and I felt angry that she was forcing me to do this. I flipped her over and I was on top, looking down at her and I realized it was now me choking her without her physical aid. I tried to let go, but I could not. In a moment, the life seemed to escape her. Her body withered under my fingers, being replaced by the ayahuasca vine. The vine stretched across her body, ultimately replacing it in her shape. Her face was the vine and she looked into my eyes.

I was appalled at what I was witnessing, at what I had been forced to do. Everything became silent. The vine slithered away and left me alone kneeling over a fine white sand. I slowly ceased to exist at myself. I became that sand melding with it. I looked into myself and I saw her again. She, spilled out of me into sand, taking shape. We sat there for a few minutes. I heard a strong wind until a silence enveloped the entire room. We sat there, frozen, unable to move. She finally said “there is nothing to fear, death is not final.” And with that I opened my eyes and wrote down everything I remembered.

I thought I’d share this experience with you all. Later, I recalled this dream to a friend of mine. She showed explained to me that the woman I described seemed a lot like Bastet. I was not familiar with her and I did a bit of research and was surprised that she bared a striking resemblance to the woman in my dream.

I’ve noticed that during my voyages, Egyptian, Arabesque and Hindu themes are very prevalent.

Thanks for reading! I would love to hear your thoughts.