Isla Iguana and the Bomb Craters of Panama
By Usnavy Márquez
The United States of America’s navy made holes in Panama.
I found one on Isla Iguana.
Two bombs missed and went under the sea to the coral. Then they explode the bombs and kill the coral.
Before we go to Isla Iguana, sit or lie and do this dream with me. This was my very real dream but you can follow it in your mind and make your decisions for you. I did this as a lucid dream with a psychologist, a really dream, but you have to practice to learn lucid dream. Now just imagine…
You walk in the forest. There is no cloud in the sky and it is a perfect day. You are not hot and not cold. There are nice breezes in your back.
Close your eyes. Relax. Put your imagine here.
Look at your feet. Tell me what are you see. A path? Tell me.
You are now in the trees. Smell. Touch the air on your skin. Tell me, how are the trees? What type of tree? How tall?
Continue walking. You see something on the earth. You take it. It is a key. Tell me. Is it old or new? The size? Touch? What you do?
You walk again. Walk and walk. Now you see something after the trees. It is reflection of the sun. It is a pond. Look into the water. What do you see? How is the water? It is a warm day. What do you do? Swim? Sit? Tell me.
Walk again. There are less trees, and you see something ahead. It is a house. Tell me, how is the house? Do you see inside? Is the house old or new? What you going to do?
After you see, something comes to you. It is an animal. What animal it is for you?
After the house you continue. Then you see something. You cannot see around it. You cannot go under. It is a wall. Tell me about the wall.
Stop reading. I do not want you to read if you not do the dream.
Finished? True? Can you learn what about you? Then now it is possible for you to read what Dr. Mike Anderson, a psychologist, says are keys to understand your dream. He wrote in my email…
THE PATH is the course of your life. Is it winding or straight? The less it winds, the further ahead you feel you can see. Is it paved? Rocky? How hard is your life right now?
THE FOREST represents your friends. Are there a lot of them packed tightly? Is the forest deep and mysterious, or light and airy? How sturdy are the trees? In other words, how much can/do you depend upon your friends?
THE POND is your sexuality. What you see reflects your desires and what you do reflects your curiosity.
THE HOUSE is you. The amount of interior you can see is how open you are with others. Its sturdiness is a measure of security. A house is a common dream symbol for the self.
THE ANIMAL is your ideal life partner.
THE KEY is your father. What you do with it is your relationship.
THE WALL is death. How the wall looks and what you do when you reach it describes your attitude about death.
The man that wrote that above here is a psychologist, Mike, and he is my boyfriend. But when I meet him he was not my boyfriend and I smoked a lot of cigarettes. When he tries to hypnotize me for to quit smoking I only sleep. But I wake up and have this dream. It was my first lucid dream. Together we have a group of friends and we try to lucid dream more and more so I was happy to lucid dream.
But I don’t remember my dream when I woke up. I don’t remember until two weeks later I went to Isla Iguana.
Do you know sometimes you can remember your dream when something you see or smell helps you? I didn’t remembered my dream but then I went with my friends to Isla Iguana.
Isla Iguana is a protection park in Panama. I was there with my new friends I met when I was their tour guide, and now I travel all of Panama with them. So when the boat goes near the island right away I knew I see this before in my dream. This is a déjà vu. Everything was the same as my dream…. The way I feel and what I smell is the same, and it was at that time I remembered my lucid dream. In my dream the trees were palm trees… okay I am Kuna so I always see the coconut palm tree… but everything was the same. It was amazing when I go to the island and I thought this is not new for me. In my dream there are not too many trees but not only one or two. And there I was on the island with 5 friends, Mike, (was not my boyfriend at that moment) María, Matt, Steve and Estrella.
The path in my dream was like the path in the Isla Iguana. It was direct, but the mangrove trees made darkness, so I didn’t know where the path goes.
My house was small with not many of the things inside. Maybe it says that I am young.
The wall is not on Isla Iguana because really the wall is death. But the wall did not scare me. Over the wall there is night but I see the stars.
The animal I see are the animals that are too many on Isla Iguana… iguanas! There are too many iguanas there really. When you walk they go away quickly but we went to snorkel in the water to see turtles and when you swim close to the beach you do not scare them and you can count too many… 10, 15, 20. In my dream there was one iguana… this means my partner… maybe is older than me and wise.
I don’t remembered all the dream at one time. But we walked and I saw where the North Americans hit with the bomb. The hole now has water. In my dream I looked into this water and I saw Mike and I remembered this when I saw this. The bomb hole now has water and this is the pond. In my dream I looked into the pond and I saw Mike. The water was warm and perfect and I went swimming in the water in my dream. The water is sexuality.
That night when Mike explain to me all the significance I understand a lot and Mike and I decide to be a boyfriend and a girlfriend.
There was a part of the dream that was not happy. The key. It was old and broken. When Mike help me to know all this… to know what the key is I really understood. I take the key but when I look very close I see something and I want to vomit. It was a symbol that I not understand and Mike was very surprised when I said I saw this symbol in my dream. It was the same I saw over a door at a museum in Panama City. I am sick but I put the key in my pocket.
The United States America’s Navy made holes in Panama.
I found one on Isla Iguana.
But when you can find the hole and understand you can put something else in the hole and then it isn’t a hole.
The First Apparition
By María Concepción
I return to the church of gold. I light a candle in front of a woman cradling a tiny church of people, and I can’t help thinking that whoever made this got the priestess right. Exhausted from the heat of Casco Viejo, I sit down in and rest in the pew in front of the shrine of women. Above the shrine is the Last Supper, with the Magdalene sitting to the right of the Christ… the Isis and Osiris of their time. I feel safe here with Santa Rita, with her head bloodied like me. The church is cool and empty. I stretch out in the pew and I look over at The Christ on the cross. He stares at me. I want to touch him. I decide to try to lucid dream.
I look at the sphere on my hand. I slip seamlessly now into my dreams…
Ahhhhhh . . .
… I no longer need to find my hands. It’s like shooting up. The eyes of stained glass saints light up to acknowledge my presence. I walk up to them and then stand on the gold altar in front of a full but silent congregation. I remove my white shoes, my blue summer dress, my brassiere and my panties with the pink flowers. I kick them onto the dusty Church floor. I do not feel out of control or in control… I am an automaton.
I move my hands over my body and begin to fiddle around between my legs. Eventually I find what I think I am looking for, something wet, cold and metallic. Very slowly I begin to unzip my body, working a straight line up my stomach between my breasts, up my neck, taking it right on through the center of my face to my forehead. It is a freakish release, like ripping a long dry strip of flesh from the base of my thumb nail.
My fingers probe up and down, the resulting slit finally comin
g to rest on either side of my navel. I pause for a moment, before meticulously working the flesh apart. Slipping my right hand into the open gash, I push up through my throat, latching on to something buried solid at the top of my spine. With tremendous effort, I loosen it and pull out a hard, blood-slick chain. I yank on the chain and it pulls on the back of my skull. Something lights up. I release my grip and my crumbled body, neatly sliced, slithers around the liquid surface of the chain to the floor.
Splat!
Now I watch from the eyes of a new stained glass saint. The golden orb hovers with the dangling chain and the congregation rises.
Then the gold, the colors of the stained glass, turn black.
I could smell him. His mustache. His cracked yellow teeth and his fucking fedora. He walks from the back of the church to the front row with his stupid fuckin’ grin. Now I try to wake up. I look at the palm of my hand. I am lucid dreaming but I can’t make him go away.
Then the congregation stands up and shouts.
Shekinah! Shekinah!
She appears instead of the orb. He walks toward her, stroking his cock. She lets out a whimper but will not cry. And then I fall… tumbling down the stairs. I try to stop, try to hold onto something and make my way back but I know I lost control and will not wake until I hit the bottom.