It’s time for sleep. I am lying on my back, imagining tiny dakinis, like large fairies, standing around my bed protecting me. The deakinis are androgynous, smart, strong, beautiful. It’s a great fantasy, and it comes out of a daydream-like mind: my imagination. I’m not hallucinating yet because I know I am the source of this dream. I can turn it off whenever I want and think about something else. But I don’t at the moment; I try to imagine the dakinis as clearly as I can, hovering around my bed, hovering on the screens of my mind. I tell myself that this foggy vision of imaginary beings (which is actually changing the state of my mind and body, carefree nostalgia and a feeling of safety while also being chewing gum for my mind) is coming from the same source that the virtual reality dream comes from. It’s me, and nobody else, and if I can stay awake for the show, the dream will arise and leave a trace, and I’ll follow that trace with the moon as my lantern and get to the source of the dream. Follow it out right through the center to the source.
So, I begin with fantasizing about something outside my body (dakinis) and then imagine something inside my body (a tiy full moon in my forhead, or a ruby-red crystal chakra floating in my throat.) I Imagine streams of light coming out of and going into my nostrills, and I imagine a chain of a thousand hums flowing up my spine and out into the world.
The point is to carry that light, in whatever form--the red ruby, the white moon, the blue Hums--take that bit of light, that bit of mind with me as the physical world fades away and a virtual world takes its place. Usually people just plunge into the darkness of sleep, unconciouse. I will carry with me a little bit of mind-light.
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