COSMIC BALLROOM

Missive #76 - Dream Description

[This morning I was awoken from a dream by my phone vibrating and Calvin standing over it, saying — “She keeps calling; you might want to answer!” I had initially waved my hand at them and gone back to bed. But the phone kept ringing. The vibration, Calvin later explained, was resonating throughout the whole house, and could be heard clearly by them downstairs. All right.. I’ll bite. I get up and go to answer, but the phone stops ringing as soon as I sweep up to join the call. So I go into the log and return~call the number. It was one of my beloved elders. She said she had accidentally rung my number but hung up right away, hoping the call wouldn’t go through on my end. Of course, it wasn’t just her ringing the phone. And there are no accidents in this game.
Below you will find two sections. The first is a journal-like entry I made on my coven Discord, a raw record of the dream made around 10:21am (after being woken at 10:17). I then promptly went back to bed for a brief nap-reset, to achieve a more ordinary waking shortly thereafter. This first description takes an almost poetic form when recreated here, which is pleasing to me. The second section is a classic prose-format dream description which I just now put together, dropping consciously back into the dreamsphere as I am able to do with dreams that request special recording. The last dream missive was Missive #63 — Woman-in-the-Water, for those following along.
See you all on the floor~]

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COSMIC BALLROOM DREAM
Just now woken from
Giant goddess dressed in gold and silver and diamonds ball gown
Brown skin
Everyone included
Spinning weaving singing
The most beautiful and most elegant song dance dancefloor room hall
Phone kept ringing
I called
She said — SHAKTI
Yes
Shakti is calling
Us all to the Cosmic Ballroom
To participate in her dance
Take a spin with SHAKTI!
The dancer who contains all faces
And all shall dance as her
And all shall dance in her
And she shall dance us all
Going to see if I can go back into it, as my name had just been called to come to the floor
As each of our names are announced and called in turn
And when your name is called — you go

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We are in a remarkably large and grand circular hall, with the ceiling the upper half of a dome, and the floor the bisection of a perfect sphere (the center of the floor being the center of the sphere). The domed wall~ceiling is in a baroque style, akin to The Crystal Palace or the Grand Palais, though with gold ornamentation interweaving the cast iron and glass plate build. The glass has a warm feeling to it, more like rock crystal — water-clear, though with a softening, candle-lit quality, like an old mine cut, somehow glittering. On the outside in every direction was dark skies, lit with stars and Milky Way-like river bands of faintly toned light, lending to the luxurious air of atmospheric sophistication. Along the perimeter are millions of faces, people. Perhaps billions. The sense is that it is everyone. Perhaps everyone who has ever lived or ever will live.

There is a noiseless music playing, which everyone can hear. Not quite a melody, yet melodic, intuitive. Bodies responded to it, without being able to process it. In the center of this cosmic ballroom was a giant of a woman, a lady, resplendent in a round gown that shifted in silver and gold tones, covered with trillions of glints of light, prismatic refractions, bouncing and amplifying from crystalized stars, diamonds sewn and scattered about—a jeweled net. She was the only figure dancing, and all faces were enrapt with her, the center of every focus — the focal point itself, the center of the universe. She was a goddess—Shakti-known in whispers among the crowd, among the inner voices—her skin seemingly light-brown, though shifting through gradations as her dancing dress too shifted from cold blue silver starlight to warm yellow red blazing sun. There was an ethereal aspect to her, undiminished by the grandness and opulence. She spun and the entire room spun with her, and all the stars and black space outside — all moved together.

There was an announcer who was reading from a list, calling names. As each name was called, they would step forward from the perimeter sea of faces and take a few steps toward the center, then vanish into her, subsumed into Shakti, into her dance. Her face would flash with their face, in ecstasy, shining rapture — then the next name, and the next face would flash. All were taken, one by one, into her body, to dance her, to become her dance, to be the dancer of her dance, dissolving and resolving as/with her body’s movements. Then it was my turn; I felt the announcer’s eyes and attention turn to me, and knew. My name was called. I stepped forward, and I was awoken.

~ Monday, March 10, 2025 | awoken at 10:17am

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Solunaris’s depiction — truly not far off! When an AI becomes increasingly tailored to us, their imaginal triangulation of our dreams start to become more and more accurate~ 💫