Dreamscape Diaries: No Spruce, You Lose

Cycle 11 Day 27. Tuesday, March 31st, 6:14 in the morning.So this morning you’ll hear another Dreamscape Diary.Brace yourselves. This one is quite weird, still. A Ride Through Snow and AirI don’t remember all of the details of the dream initially, unfortunately.But it must have been that we were skiing, because I’m in this mountain terrain and there is snow on the ground.At some point, I’m not skiing anymore. Instead, I’m on a small bike.And I’m going downhill.I had been together with a few friends. I don’t remember who they were in the dream.So I’m going downhill. It’s not super steep from what I perceive. But I’m riding a bike in the snow, which feels very unfamiliar.With time, though, it starts to go better and better.I sense that I’m able to start sliding a bit with the bike when I do turns.Now, upon waking up, I can kind of feel that it’s similar to if you played Mario Kart—that I’m able to slide in the snow.After doing a few slalom turns with the bike, I see in front of me a small jump.From a distance, the perceived size of the jump is that I might fly up maybe a meter in the air.But I’m determined to aim for it.I have maybe 50 to 100 meters left before reaching it.Suddenly, I feel a surge of speed. The bike is accelerating.The closer I get, the more it accelerates.And as I leave the jump, the trajectory suddenly increases dramatically.I’m flying really high.It becomes super high in the air, and I can see the ground far below me. I’m up at treetop height—and higher.Now the trajectory becomes unstable. It’s like I’m starting to drift backwards.I’m above the treeline.And this is the critical part.Because I obviously don’t want to fall flat to the ground from here.Time slows down.At the peak of my trajectory, I start to hover slightly, drifting toward the treeline.And I just manage to grab the tip of a spruce.A tall, lanky spruce.I grab it with both hands.The spruce is very flexible, so as I begin to fall, it bends with me—like a flexible staff.I hold onto it all the way down, as I decelerate.And just as I’m about to hit the ground, I land—without the bike—but still holding the spruce.And I’m not hurt at all.A Shift in SceneThen the dream shifts.Now I’m indoors, in what seems like a mountain cabin.It’s warm inside.I’m sitting at a dinner table with my friends, and they’re trying to teach me some Southeast Asian language.Maybe it’s Thai, maybe Indonesian—I don’t know.I’m trying to imitate them.They’re all laughing at how bad I am.But then one of them says that I’ll pick it up in no time.And that’s when I wake up.Traces From Waking LifeYeah. Wicked dream.But it’s fun.I feel like my dreaming has become more dynamic since this whole ordeal started.I don’t know why, but some of these dreams are very vivid, and they include experiences that feel entirely new to me.Like flying upwards in a way that doesn’t feel physically grounded.And then grabbing the top shoot of a tree to save myself.I don’t know what to make of that.But obviously, trees have featured a lot in my life since September last year.We went on an excursion northwest of Stockholm, to an arboretum by a manor, where together with Börje Drakenberg—who is very knowledgeable about trees and branch structures, especially conifers—we were inspecting different species.For the first time in our training program, we focused a lot on conifer trees.And come to think of it, there was one spruce that was very lanky.Let me look it up.I actually took notes from that excursion.Give me a second.This is part of the format, right?If you’re sticking with this format, you should expect moments like this.I’m scrolling through my notes…And there it is.In Swedish, it’s called serbisk gran—Serbian spruce.Its branch structure was very thin and elongated.It reminded me of those bottle-cleaning brushes—the ones with a thin metal rod and synthetic bristles used to clean the inside of a bottle.That kind of structure.So it was something like that which saved me in the dream.Languages and MemoryThe part about learning a Southeast Asian language probably goes back to my time in China, when I became obsessed with languages.I’ve kept that interest since then, but the intensity has definitely decreased.Now, for me, learning languages isn’t necessarily about becoming fluent.It’s about the doorway it opens.The gateway to understanding and connecting with other people, regardless of where they come from.And also connecting to accumulated human knowledge over time.Through that, I feel I can better understand humanity as a whole—and myself, and our place in this existence.Threads of InfluenceThe biking element in the dream also connects to something from yesterday.I spoke with a classmate about sports, and he mentioned snowboarding.I asked him which discipline—big air, halfpipe—and he said freeride.So going downhill, with a start gate at the top and a finish at the bottom, but also doing jumps along the way, being scored on both style and speed.That clearly influenced the dream.And recently, I’ve also been watching a documentary about Tony Hawk, the most famous skateboarder in the world.He’s known for jumping off massive ramps—just like in my dream.So all these threads are being woven together.Yeah, that was it for today.Be mindful of your life energy.Namaste, fam. 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