Narrue
05-Aug-2005, 12:14 AM
I found myself sitting in a beautiful temple complex, huge stone columns supported the high ceiling, I sensed that I was in another time. The floor was of solid stone flags, the whole interior was cool and dimly lit by the flickering flames of torches. The craftsmanship was simply breathtaking and gave me the impression that this temple was indestructible and would surly stand the test of time.
I sat and watch them practising. They would stand there, a note would be struck on a gong and simultaneously they would all assume a certain posture whilst concentrating on the sound of that particular gong as its sound reverberated around the room, slowly dissolving into silence. Another gong would then be struck with a different tone and they would again simultaneously assume another posture, it was as though each sound had a different meaning to them. So it was in this way that they were trained. The concentration on those people’s faces was very apparent to me.
After a period of time the rate at which the different gongs were struck increased and this resulted in the practitioners fluidly changing from posture to posture until they were all performing beautiful dance sets.
Performance was different however and less structured or should we say spontaneous.
I sat there and watched as two of them faced each other some distance apart. Their clothing was very elaborate, they were heavily adorned in gold and whore gold headdresses.
There was absolute quite in the room as I watched. I remember a strange metallic sent of incense burning and suddenly silence was broken with the sound of a gong being struck.
The warriors responded by changing their stance and the dance begun. Their motions were beautiful, as was the music being played. I remember that there was no flute music which I thought was a little strange.
The dance was preformed with a dagger (keris) or without, it was amazing to watch them practise, truly captivating.
They moved in perfect rhythm with the music, they looked like they were in a trance like state. They walked in a very strange fashion.
When they suddenly attacked each other the speed and voraciously of the attacks left me in no doubt of their skills as warriors. The thing was what their attacks where without ego or fear of injury, not only did they have blades in their hands but they also had bladed foot attachments.
The movements looked like Indian dance movements. The whole performance was completely upright and there were no low ground movements or attacks like in modern silat, it was a completely upright art.
At another time I watched one of them dancing without a dagger, just empty hands. This dance was especially beautiful. The dancer started with their hands at mid level and as the dance progressed they raised them high above them making strange gestures with their fingers. The body movement were by now very snake like, waves travelling up and at the same time moving in spirals. It looked very strange and alien to me but at the same time very beautiful. It was a dance to god, I knew that. I don’t mean that they were dancing for god but what I mean is that the dance was used to reach up or connect to god, that is what I felt as an observer anyway.
In life I have never seen anything which even remotely looks like what I seen in these dreams. Nothing I have seen can compare with the skills and beauty of the silat I have seen and been taught in dreams.
So I guess my question to you is do you believe you can learn and be taught things as you sleep?
Sweet dreams ;)
I sat and watch them practising. They would stand there, a note would be struck on a gong and simultaneously they would all assume a certain posture whilst concentrating on the sound of that particular gong as its sound reverberated around the room, slowly dissolving into silence. Another gong would then be struck with a different tone and they would again simultaneously assume another posture, it was as though each sound had a different meaning to them. So it was in this way that they were trained. The concentration on those people’s faces was very apparent to me.
After a period of time the rate at which the different gongs were struck increased and this resulted in the practitioners fluidly changing from posture to posture until they were all performing beautiful dance sets.
Performance was different however and less structured or should we say spontaneous.
I sat there and watched as two of them faced each other some distance apart. Their clothing was very elaborate, they were heavily adorned in gold and whore gold headdresses.
There was absolute quite in the room as I watched. I remember a strange metallic sent of incense burning and suddenly silence was broken with the sound of a gong being struck.
The warriors responded by changing their stance and the dance begun. Their motions were beautiful, as was the music being played. I remember that there was no flute music which I thought was a little strange.
The dance was preformed with a dagger (keris) or without, it was amazing to watch them practise, truly captivating.
They moved in perfect rhythm with the music, they looked like they were in a trance like state. They walked in a very strange fashion.
When they suddenly attacked each other the speed and voraciously of the attacks left me in no doubt of their skills as warriors. The thing was what their attacks where without ego or fear of injury, not only did they have blades in their hands but they also had bladed foot attachments.
The movements looked like Indian dance movements. The whole performance was completely upright and there were no low ground movements or attacks like in modern silat, it was a completely upright art.
At another time I watched one of them dancing without a dagger, just empty hands. This dance was especially beautiful. The dancer started with their hands at mid level and as the dance progressed they raised them high above them making strange gestures with their fingers. The body movement were by now very snake like, waves travelling up and at the same time moving in spirals. It looked very strange and alien to me but at the same time very beautiful. It was a dance to god, I knew that. I don’t mean that they were dancing for god but what I mean is that the dance was used to reach up or connect to god, that is what I felt as an observer anyway.
In life I have never seen anything which even remotely looks like what I seen in these dreams. Nothing I have seen can compare with the skills and beauty of the silat I have seen and been taught in dreams.
So I guess my question to you is do you believe you can learn and be taught things as you sleep?
Sweet dreams ;)