CF's dream diary

A few dreams last night- the highlight was my deceased grandfather had moved in, and we were trying to make space for him. We had another deceased person (possibly my husband's father, I'm not sure) moved in too, so we were trying to find space for my grandpa too.
There was a sense of living my whole life backwards, and as I awoke I was back in the home I grew up in, and I was not happy about it, the whole 'reliving your life' theme.
I then went back to sleep (or tried to) and got hypnagogics of me getting really outrageous credit card bills, and the knowledge that all the credit card bills' minimum payment was almost (if not all) the total amount of the debt, and I was trying to figure out how could this be. This woke me up before the alarm did, and I couldn't steal another hypnopomp, and I ended up getting up early.

A two-parter, may need to come back as I'm running out of time.
Keywords: road, mud, dorm, trick, jeep, gathering, flower.

One: I was at my college dorm room (recurring theme) and I was happily chatting with someone that belonged there with me. All of a sudden I walked to the kitchen and noticed that in areas the floor was soggy, as if there had been a flood. My feet squished at a red carpet. I immediately knew that someone in the dorm had sabotaged my area and flooded it. I'm not sure if it was an attempt to do me harm or just a prank. But we fixed the problem, in some way.
Two: I am walking down a dirt road, and I am having some dealing with whoever flooded my dorm. Some stuff happened (that I have forgotten and I went through some shortcuts and got to a dry and verdant part of the woods that were alongside this dirt road. My friends (about three men) were telling me that the traps this other person (whoever flooded my dorm) set were going to turn around to her. I sat in the circle with them, and in front of me was a flower. Somehow something (a stone?) had turned into a flower or a gemstone of some kind and I liked it and was happy.
Then I woke up, about half an hour before I usually wake up. I tried to go back to sleep but just lay there watching brief hypnagogics (textures and lines that disappeared when I paid attention to them) and finally got up.

I'm walking into a warehouse, having just received a text from a person I helped (not sure how, but she was thanking me). I was going into this pier/warehouse to find something when her employers started coming in, and I wondered if they knew I was supposed to be there (sent to get something, I think). I looked out a side window and I realized this warehouse was on a seashore, and I turned to talk to the people that came in and said something like "I didn't know you were on the beach, how beautiful". As I did the water from the beach came in the bottom (the warehouse had no floor except the sand, like a pier with walls) and I woke up.
I felt weird because I was there for a good reason and legitimately but didn't have 'real' permission to be there, i.e. I don't think the owners or people in charge knew I had been sent there.
The dream started dark (at night, into a warehouse) but lightened as I walked into the area and I then could see the beautiful sea.
I woke up feeling good about it.

I had decided to go back to church, and went to a catholic church, didn't like it, and went to a baptist church. Now, I've been to a baptist church a couple of times (back when I was looking for something different) and we ended up in one that wasn't typical. We sat in the floor while the minister gave his sermon. All of a sudden he walks where I'm sitting and kind of gets all over me and almost sits on my lap. I'm very uncomfortable with this and he gets very personal and starts grabbing my hand and touching me. I tell my husband we need to get out of here I don't like this, and we get up to leave, when two women tell me that the minister wants to show me something, and don't want to let us go. They show me a picture of myself sitting in the cushion, and tell me that my aura is special and there's a symbol over my head- I look at the picture and don't see anything special, except that it creeps me out that they have hidden cameras and are taking pics of the people there.
We get up and walk away, and I remember leaving but not the transition into the next dream.
Dream two: I have been abducted, me and my 'sister' (not my real sister, a young girl) and we are in what looks like a dojo run by some men. There are many people in this dojo and the people in charge are telling us we have been chosen and whoever passes the tests will be spared, whoever doesn't will be killed. I immediately fear for my sister so I volunteer to go first, and am given sort of lame tasks to do which are simple, not really difficult. I think I had to fight someone but don't remember doing so, just sitting around talking. A lot of time passes and I see people of different ages and realize that the 'pass or die' thing must have been a lie, possibly to frighten the people there (don't know why, since I assumed everyone else was taken there, but whatever) and as I realize we're not in any danger the dream ends and I transition into the next dream, right before waking:
I'm in the same place as before my first dream, and I'm talking with two other friends, who are old friends from high school, and they tell me they have been working with electrophoresis, and I am very angry with them, because they have turned this into a weapon, and I am angry and disappointed that they, who used to be nice guys, would be weaponizing this, working towards evil ends.
I wake up, realizing even though I have heard the word before, I don't think I know what it means, but I'm pretty sure it isn't what it was in the dream, so I have to look it up.

Somehow there seem to be aspects of nonphysical reality that seem to freak you out. The topic of privacy seems to recur, like in the sauna dream. There's no privacy in nonphysical reality - like the touch and the closeness make you nervous precisely because you know this. The idea that vibrational touch and (later on) the mind merge are in essence intimate experiences seems to be very challenging for you, the same goes for "the hidden cameras" - to a higher being, there's no secrets.

Kurt also related that any simulation requires a level of mind control to establish and maintain the state of consciousness you are in when doing it. These are not harmful, but you seem to resent this limitation of your freedom of movement and choice so much, it inevitably leads to identifying it as abduction and also the messages seem to get mangled and distorted. The dojo could be a hint that a simulation is going on, as are the tasks, but somehow the whole setup triggers your "fight or flight" (fight or die) response.

Two this morning- I haven't gotten back the first one yet, but the second one goes like this:

I was in the college I go to in my dreams, and I was having dual consciousness- at first I was watching this man coming back to the college after graduation and retaking classes. I flashed between watching him and being him. While I was him I realized I didn't have to keep coming to classes I already had taken, and graduated. Then I would flash back to observer (or rather, observer with another role entirely) and I was living in an apartment and eating the same food every day- I then decided to throw out the food I had (it was linguini with shrimp) and go to the cafeteria to get out of the apt. and get some fresh air and food. The dream faded as I threw out the shrimp- they were a lot of shrimp, and I was amazed at how big they are. Seemed like a waste, but I had been eating off of it for days now.
Later there was something else as I awoke.... will have to see if that one comes back too.

Woke up many times last night, I did not feel well, had some asthma and was hot- and one of the times I had projection sensations (movement) but I coughed, and then later I couldn't make the effort to stay with it because I was too tired to try to focus.

In the first dream I was at a monastery, and was going through some lesson (more like a workshop) in which my body was covered in rashes and I was so fat I could barely move. When I woke up one morning I found I was in another body. I was an african-american girl, young (like late teens or early twenties). I was very thin and strong and beautiful. I was very happy and was doing all kinds of tasks and at some point I asked the monks/brothers to go back to my body. All the people that were in my group initially were leaving and I didn't want to be left behind. The brother I talked to told me I had left that body behind, and I remember wondering how my people (my family, etc.) were going to recognize me and how they would treat me now that I was black. I then started to leave and woke up.
Again.
Went back to sleep and had another dream.
We (my husband, son and some sort of school group) were in some sort of field trip to somewhere up north, like Sweden or Scandinavia. We had gotten in a ski lift in two groups- When I got to the top it was in a closed lodge that looked a little like a fake Christmas village (but large) and there was a lot of snow inside. When I first looked at it I thought my son would love it, but when I touched it it wasn't cold, and I realized it was fake snow. Then I sat to wait for them to arrive, and I woke up before they did.

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So I'm dreaming that we're living in this house (that is not 'our' house) and we're just minding our own business, when a whole bunch of people come in the house.
It is a very large extended family, and two of the men come in holding another man. There are women, grandmothers, aunts, mothers, and children along with them. Some of their kids are about my son's age, while others were younger. The scary men tell the kids to go outside with my son, to see his video game or something 'innocent' like that. We know they don't want the kids to see what's going to happen.
They tell us that if we cooperate no one will be hurt, so we comply.
The men take the man into the kitchen and the women stay with me. I hear the man screaming as he gets tortured or something horrible. I can hear the men screaming in anger at him about his betrayal, and he screams and cries that he will never do that again, that he is loyal.
I am terrified for my son but am constantly reassured by the women that he is safe, the kids are as innocent as he is and they are outside so they don't see this side of this family. They attempt to chat with me and I chat with them, always nervous. My husband is there with us but he doesn't talk much.
Finally the men come out, and the tortured man looks as if he hasn't been killed or maimed- he looks as if he got a beating, and he smiles and I see he had a tooth pulled, probably when he was screaming.
Now they are all smiling and being congenial to each other, and patting the tortured man in the back, as if it wasn't a big thing.
Then the kids come in and my son is ok, not knowing what was going on there, and they leave.
I wake up a bit perplexed.
I go to sleep for a little while and dream something similar but without the fear, just the feeling of not knowing what that was all about.

I was working for my former boss (the good one) and he was telling me to repair a piece of equipment. I immediately found the problem and changed the part. I then wondered if I was supposed to shield the part (it was a heatsinked transistor, if anyone wanted to know) before attaching it to the metal frame of the piece before turning it on. I was holding it (connected, but not attached) and I decided to look at another piece to see if I had to isolate it, and when I stood up to look, my arm moved a little and the transistor touched the metal harness- and for some reason the switch was on, and I began to be electrocuted.
At this moment my boss walked in, and as I was trying to turn the switch to off without letting go of the transistor, because I was afraid the whole thing was going to explode (smoke was coming out of the piece)- I couldn't press, because the electricity was pulling my hand back. Finally, my boss turned the switch off, and while I was worried about the fact that I had probably blown up what was probably an expensive piece of equipment, he was more worried about my health.
Once I was composed and the fire was out, he told me not to worry, nothing was damaged, and I should go get something to drink, then go to the parts dept. and come back with a new transistor to see if the other one got damaged. I was pleasantly surprised I wasn't in trouble, and headed off to the kitchen to get a drink, and on the way there was a lady in what looked like an open dutch door and she was on the other side of it, and she appeared to be cooking. She then asked me about a recipe she was making that came with a prepackaged spice mix (like a lipton soup or some other thing like that) and I advised here that when I used those spice packets I usually use half of the packet and cook and taste it, because they are mostly salt and preservatives, and use my own spices.
I then walked to the fridge and woke up.

I closed my eyes (it was still early and it's Sat.) and started to move through a starry field, and as I floated through it (it was like the beginning of phasing) I heard a female voice, which started talking to me about healing on the inside and wreaking havoc on the outside. We were going through colorful nebulae and I could see a very specific constellation ahead- and I asked her to clarify, and she said some things that I have mostly forgotten, and I slowly woke up.

Interesting, C.F. I imagine you may have been doing some self-healing.

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Originally Posted by Beekeeper

Interesting, C.F. I imagine you may have been doing some self-healing.

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You need to explain that to me...

Anyway, today I had an 'existential angst' type of dream, in which I remembered (or relived) parts of my life where I felt trapped, and when I realized that my parents are dead, I felt such loss and pain that I realized that we spend much of our youth feeling resentful at the rules and emotional turmoil that we feel from being protected or responsible, and then, when we are 'freed' from them we realize that it's what life is for, loving someone (and worrying about them) and being loved and protected (and resenting it)- if we didn't need this we wouldn't come here in the first place.
This realization was part of the dream, and I woke up feeling a lot of emotional pain, but glad to have had some of the experiences I have in the past.
I suppose this was an astral body thing that came up.
Cheers.

The way you take this experience shows how far you have come. :)

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http://www.astraldynamics.com.au/ima...quote_icon.png Originally Posted by Beekeeper http://www.astraldynamics.com.au/ima...post-right.png
Interesting, C.F. I imagine you may have been doing some self-healing.



You need to explain that to me...

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Originally Posted by C.F

I was working for my former boss (the good one) and he was telling me to repair a piece of equipment. I immediately found the problem and changed the part.

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A guide taking the form of your boss because he's in the position of leadership, leading you through some form of self-repair? A self-aspect guiding you through an occurrence in your own world?

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I then wondered if I was supposed to shield the part (it was a heatsinked transistor, if anyone wanted to know) before attaching it to the metal frame of the piece before turning it on. I was holding it (connected, but not attached) and I decided to look at another piece to see if I had to isolate it, and when I stood up to look, my arm moved a little and the transistor touched the metal harness- and for some reason the switch was on, and I began to be electrocuted.

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Electrocution may be re-entry sensations at one level being interpreted at another. Shielding could reference self-protection of some nature and "heatsink" is very close to "heartsink", don't you think? I wonder what you considering isolating one piece might be about? If a transistor amplifies, have you gotten the opposite effect to what you intended by that approach? (I ask because I know nothing at all about electronics and I'm trying to understand how this might work as metaphor/symbol).

I could keep attempting this but I'd probably be barking up the wrong tree and I think if you get the gist of my suggestion and that goes somewhere, you'd do a better job interpreting the rest.

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Originally Posted by CFTraveler

I was working for my former boss (the good one) and he was telling me to repair a piece of equipment. I immediately found the problem and changed the part. I then wondered if I was supposed to shield the part (it was a heatsinked transistor, if anyone wanted to know) before attaching it to the metal frame of the piece before turning it on. I was holding it (connected, but not attached) and I decided to look at another piece to see if I had to isolate it, and when I stood up to look, my arm moved a little and the transistor touched the metal harness- and for some reason the switch was on, and I began to be electrocuted.
At this moment my boss walked in, and as I was trying to turn the switch to off without letting go of the transistor, because I was afraid the whole thing was going to explode (smoke was coming out of the piece)- I couldn't press, because the electricity was pulling my hand back. Finally, my boss turned the switch off, and while I was worried about the fact that I had probably blown up what was probably an expensive piece of equipment, he was more worried about my health.
Once I was composed and the fire was out, he told me not to worry, nothing was damaged, and I should go get something to drink, then go to the parts dept. and come back with a new transistor to see if the other one got damaged. I was pleasantly surprised I wasn't in trouble

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I think you were working on your energy body. A transistor is about regulating energy flow, it could for example be any tertiary energy center. It could have been a minor mistake when trying to learn to get the details of a more subtle energy work right.

The funny thing is that he told you to get something to drink. His reaction to getting something to do with the circuitry is to do something that rebalances your body chemistry. This could be another hint you were working on your own energy system.

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Originally Posted by Beekeeper

A guide taking the form of your boss because he's in the position of leadership, leading you through some form of self-repair? A self-aspect guiding you through an occurrence in your own world?



Electrocution may be re-entry sensations at one level being interpreted at another. Shielding could reference self-protection of some nature and "heatsink" is very close to "heartsink", don't you think? I wonder what you considering isolating one piece might be about? If a transistor amplifies, have you gotten the opposite effect to what you intended by that approach? (I ask because I know nothing at all about electronics and I'm trying to understand how this might work as metaphor/symbol).

I could keep attempting this but I'd probably be barking up the wrong tree and I think if you get the gist of my suggestion and that goes somewhere, you'd do a better job interpreting the rest.
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I indeed did- thanks, BeeK.
And thanks, Oliver, I see it now.

Today, a dream within a dream- I go to a mall with my son, and suddenly wake up in a hotel room, both he and I are there in a sort of luxurious suite. I look in the mirror and am surprised to see my face- it is covered by a poxy rash or little dots, and my whole body too, and I look like an eighty-year old woman- it's very alarming and I look around.

I try to remember what happened last night, how we ended up there, and I have lingering memories of being on a beach, and chinese people, and now we're in this place. I pick up the phone to call my husband, and I get a woman answering the phone (I hadn't dialed yet) and she tells me, in very broken and accented english, that I cannot dial out, that she has to do it for me. So I tell her my phone number and she tells me it is busy. I find this strange and I pick up the phone again and she's already there.

I hang up the phone, and my son comes in holding a cellphone, and talking loudly- saying why don't you call him on this one? And I shush him and tell him to come quietly so we can call for help, since I suddenly feel we're there as prisoners, and I struggle to try to remember how we ended up there, where we are and how we can escape.
Then the dream ends and I had a few attempts at a conversation with a male voice who didn't answer my "who are you" questions, and I woke up too much, so I got up.

Excruciating night of going through test after test. ATM I've forgotten them but I think it'll come back if I try to think about it. Part of it was a reoccurring theme- trying to get back to my mother, and not being able to, because of some task I had to accomplish. I don't remember the task, or tasks, but I remember the longing.
There was a very strong theme of 'returning home', and this has been going on for a while now.

Dreamed about an old friend. Back to the emotional tug of war between my friends and my parents when I was younger. Relived some of it, extrapolated some of it. This was actually the night before last night (on the 17th).

Tonight I asked my HS to show me how I was doing things, to tell me what had to change, or what to do.
I heard a voice that surprised me with a startling political statement or prediction. "RWon'tR". I'm not writing it verbatim because I don't want to talk politics, and it doesn't reflect what I think is going to happen. I'm simply writing it to look back and see if this voice was correct.
Then I dreamed I was back in college, and was stranded there. Someone had taken my cellphone and the kids had been alone all weekend, and I couldn't call or get back to find out how they were, or to let them know what happened.
Then an older lady appeared and I asked if I could use her phone. She was reluctant, and I told her I'd call collect, and explained my situation. She then told me ok and handed me the phone, and then one of the other students might be able to give me a ride back home. I then woke up.
I asked again, and got three more things that were unexpected, one made me nervous, and one sounded good.

A series of dreams, this one was somewhere in the middle of the night-
I was in some sort of house that had a lot of people in it. They (we) were engaged in painting silhouettes all around, and I realized that many of the silhouettes were of various beings, some horned. I immediately became 'dream lucid' that is, knew this was some sort of test, but not necessarily that I was dreaming- more like awareness of being 'not in my physical life'. I also realized that if one of those devils we were painting came alive I better know how to defeat it, and then I decided that since I was not afraid it was ok to keep painting it. So I did and I transitioned to some other dream that I have forgotten.

A German saying is "den Teufel an die Wand malen" - "to paint the devil on the wall." Somebody who does this is considered gloomy or pessimistic by assuming the worst. Maybe the global unconscious is German? Thank you, C.G. Jung. :P :lol:

Ha ha that's it, I've been depress-y lately.

I had this one about three days ago, (March 27) and hadn't time to write it up 'til now.
We (my son and I) had gone to a museum, and the exit was a hatch-type thing you jumped into. I decided to test it before I let my son use it, to make sure it was safe. When I went through, I dropped through a ceiling hole and landed on a conveyor belt, which took me to a small hall in which I was supposed to pay to get out. When I collected myself I decided this decidedly was not safe and I looked for my rather large handbag, and found that I had lost it somewhere in transit (I was sure it was during the jump) so I told the people I had to go back upstairs because my son and bag were upstairs. They firmly said no, they would send someone upstairs to collect my purse and my son, and I told them that the hatch was not safe, that he needed to take the elevator down. They looked at me like I was a fool.
I sat in the room for a while, and began to get impatient. Shortly a lady came down with my son, but no purse. We were not allowed to leave without paying, and I had no phone to call for help. I then saw another purse that was identical to mine except for the color (it was brown, mine is black) and went to get it, when I realized it was not mine. Then one of the employees took it and said it was hers.
I then asked someone to call my husband as everyone was now leaving, and I knew my purse was somewhere upstairs, although the lady told me they had searched and searched and didn't find it. Then I realized that someone must have stolen it, and told the woman. She then told me I had to leave, and were shown the door, where we now were outside without a phone, and it was nighttime.
My husband shortly arrived (apparently they either called him or he wondered where we were at this time of night) and picked us up. I was angry that I now had to call the police to report the theft, and to cancel my credit cards (and all that hassle). I then woke up, not happy.

I dreamed I was given some jewels to take care of by a woman, and it had been years. I was sleeping in this huge bed, and was woken by her demanding her stuff back. It had been so many years that I didn't remember what I had done with the stuff. I started tossing the whole room, emptying closets and going through all my drawers. After I gave her stuff that was mine (junky stuff) I found in the back of the closet, a jewelry box with dust on it- I had carefully put it away and it was intact and untouched, forgotten by me. I then gave it back and she went away, giving the impression it was not that important.
Then I went back to bed and fell asleep.
Now I am dreaming that I am surfing on the ocean, surfing and flying and surfing, literally joy unbounded. Then my husband wakes me up and tells me that the kids (my son and his cousin) are doing something with tables- we are at a beach but not the one I was in, and I am angry he woke me up, because my ocean was more fun that what they are doing, and I go back to 'bed', or the virtual ocean. I try to get back but can't, and then wake up in my physical bed, by the fat cat, who decided to try to take the door down.

Yesterday was a very busy day- we had lots of doctor appointments and got home late.

When I finally went to bed I had a flash of my mother, standing around with a cane she had been using the last year, where we had been, as if she had been there with us in the waiting area of the optical place we were today. It was as if she were telling me she was there with us today. It was somewhat weird, because I haven't 'seen' her in some time.
I extended an emotional hug to her and fell asleep.
Went through the usual sleeping night.

Then (in the early morning) I began to dream a recurring dream of my grandmother's old house- we were touring it. But now we were in a 'log cabin' copy of it, which looked beautiful. In the dream I was remembering what it actually looked at (a memory within a dream) as I toured the wooden copy of it, and was amazed at the improvements and beauty of the wooden copy.
I understood that since we were going to sell the original we wanted to preserve a copy of a place that held good memories.

As I awoke I went into a twilight state in which I was speaking on the phone (It wasn't really a false awakening, it was more of a drowsy lying down listening) and in this state I could hear my brother's voice as if he were speaking on the phone but with a poor connection.
I kept telling him to speak up, because I didn't understand clearly. He mumbled something about a friend of his "R" who was in a town north of us in the hospital. I had a hard trouble understanding the words but it sounded as if his friend were in the hospital, and my brother wanted to put his son in FP in a school or a camp, and I wanted to tell him to just bring him to my house, and he could go to the hospital to sit with him.
As I struggled to understand what he was telling me (it still wasn't clear, and I wasn't sure if I was understanding correctly) I looked at the clock and it seemed that it said 8:30 am. I took off my earplugs and realized that the alarm was still going off, and I had overslept for an hour.
Then I woke up and we hurried up to take my son to school, who was late. I overslept and didn't hear the alarm, which went on for a full hour.

Had a really good one this morning, but I've forgotten. I'll come back and fill it in after my coffee.

Didn't recall yesterdays, but here's some highlights of last night:
Had a long night of teaching and learning dreams. Either became lucid or was lucid the first part, but I was floating around in the dream and I asked myself, what was the use of this. I then 'learned' it was about controlling the energy body. As soon as I thought this I became heavy and had a hard time elevating. I tried in many ways to take off but just couldn't. I spent some more time figuring out it was a mental thing, that it wasn't in 'moving' the body but in directing it with my mind. Then I took off and started flying as I usually do, but with conscious intent. I then resolved to become conscious of this when in dreamland. I flew around some more, had some more dream adventures that I have forgotten, and lost lucidity. Then later on at some point I was in a teaching environment in which I was the teacher, and then in other environments in which I was learning the relationship of dream action and material world effects. I can't say that I remember any details, but I do remember that it seemed to take a long time for me to get some concepts, and others were just repetitions of stuff that I already knew (magic potions, spells and rituals).
In the morning there was yet more instruction, and some predictive statements told by a female entity about what was going to happen. Don't know if it's accurate, but if it is, it is good.

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In the morning there was yet more instruction, and some predictive statements told by a female entity about what was going to happen. Don't know if it's accurate, but if it is, it is good.

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I hope the predictions happen then, not just to have good things happen in your life but to get verification that dreams like this are meaningful.

From your mouth to God's ears. :D

Another intense learning dream night. I found myself dreaming something symbolic in one dream, and in the next dream, explaining to a dream character what the dream meant. Oh, and a small false awakening.
If details come back, I'll put them in.
I need to go back to using keywords.

Between six and seven am:
I was driving a van. Suddenly I felt a shadow, an oppression, and I knew something evil wanted to manifest. I had a bag with magical implements, and opened up a blue sheet in which I was going to bind the entity. I then opened up another sheet where I knew the entity was attached, and it had the marking of a little graphic of Picachu (yes, the Pokemon). It was embroidered in the fabric. I began to rub it and as I did the embroidered figure began to assume a 3D shape. I knew I was evoking it in that spot, and the plan was to find out what it was, what it wanted and then to dissolve it. (And no, I've never done anything like that in waking life). Then the alarm went off and I woke up to find that I was sideways with my finger rubbing against the bedsheet, like in the dream.
Then I got up.

We were driving in the highway and looked at the opposite side (to our left) of the road, when there was a huge flock of birds flying at car level. They flew next to us and when an approaching car came close, they would swoop upwards and then go back to car level. It was spectacular, and we were marveling at how they 'played chicken' with the traffic, when I looked up and saw a bald eagle flying overhead, and all of a sudden he plummeted down on the roof of our car and thumped the roof, then flew up again. We were amazed to see that there was some sort of animal (rodent?) on the roof of our car and he had seen it, come down and grabbed it. I could see his large talons as he flew up with prey in hand, and with a sort of global vision could also see the dent he left on our roof.
Then it merged into another dream,
In which we were driving to our old house (that we sold) and moving in there. We had brought our two cats, but in the old house our deceased cat was there, and she had another cat friend, and then our cats ran together with them. We settled in and watched them play together like cats do, chasing each other and running around.
After we spent the weekend there, we packed our stuff and came back to our house. We only brought the living cats back, left the other cats there. In my dream knowledge, I 'knew' that my husband wanted to live in both houses at the same time, and had devised a method to stay in our present house from monday to friday, and then we'd pack our family and stay in the old house, where my old pets were in a strange arrangement- they had a 'special' door in which they could come into the property that our living cats couldn't use.
At the end of the weekend, after packing and getting things ready for the week, we went to bed and I laid down next to my husband and told him "I don't want to keep going to the old house, I want to fully live in our house full-time". He then responded "you have bad breath" (sleep breath) to me. I then woke up in the same position as in the dream, except that my husband hadn't said anything.

Lots of dreams, last night. The one that I remember is (surprisingly) not the last one in the morning- this one was in the middle of the night (around 4am, technically the morning).
We were staying in the house I grew up in. (We being my present family). My husband heard some commotion outside, and went to see. Then my son and I were in the house. All of a sudden we hear screaming, people telling us to get out of the house. When we look out the front door and side window, we see fire three or four houses down the street. A fireman is knocking at the door telling us to get out. I tell my son to get his stuff, and we run out the door. I see that the house on fire is three houses down from us, too close for comfort.
I then wonder why my husband isn't hosing the grass and walls down, a standard thing people do when fire threatens. Then I remember that houses in PR are made of concrete and we shouldn't worry. We just stand there and watch the firemen putting the fire out. My hubby comes back from wherever he was and sees we're ok.
I wake up briefly and move on to another dream.
In the morning dream there is a name I'm given, that starts with J; I think it was Jacob. In the past couple of days I've been given names, not sure why, and I haven't written them down- too tired to bother.
ps. I know where the fire motif is coming from- a poster my son was working on yesterday which involved a background in flames, and the fact that I've been working with elements again in my hermetics work.

Two remembered dreams, nonlucid (but with 'life' memories in the second one)
I'm at war, I'm a soldier. At first it's traumatic and there is a lot of haphazard killing. Guys don't really know what they're doing, they're trigger happy. I'm worried they're going to kill civilians or each other. In the beginning I'm shooting at everything, no control whatsoever.
As the dream progresses I become more cautious, keep my weapon pointed up and move along clay walls and staircases with care, and manage to get into a building/stronghold/safehouse without weapon use, and unseen. i see others have gained control of themselves. I fade out and fade into another scene, with a limited memory of this dream, and full awareness of my present 'me', but not lucid.
Here I'm in a field, and I see a martial arts teacher, he is fat and old. He is teaching and I join the class. The place is dilapidated and the students are undisciplined. There is something wrong with him, he has lost the desire to teach 'the right thing'. I approach the scene and I see this is one spot in the middle of the previous scenery (warlike)- like an oasis in the desert, surrounded with bombs and artillery sounds. The area we are in is out in the open, although it is green with grass and trees. As I approach the sensei I see an old poster in a broken-down barn, and there is a poster of him when he was young, thin, in shape, and he's accompanied with two famous figures. I realize he used to be a trainer for important people, and has now declined physically and spiritually too.
I then approach him and he turns into a female (?) then I offer to hold the class inside my house, which is safe from the bombs. (?) She looks at me skeptically and the dream ends.
Note: The sensei was not anyone I know in real life, either aspect of him.
The 'safe' house was similar to my present house, but bigger.
I think there was lightning last night, so that may account for the warlike scenario. Maybe.

Woke up in pain, got up, walked around and went back to bed. Went to sleep in a position that didn't give me pain.
Started dreaming that I was going into a hospital. Had the awareness of 'another place' but not that I was dreaming. I was told by a 'doctor' that I had cancer. The doctor said 'we told you two years ago that you had cancer. Did you get treatment?' I told him that as soon as I returned to 'regular life' I forgot I had cancer so I didn't have treatment. He said 'well now it's too late'. I said something along the lines of 'If I stay here, will it progress, or if I stay ignorant of it will it just not exist?" and he didn't really answer me.
I woke up, disturbed about this dream (and about the one I had four years ago) and went back to sleep, and continued in the same 'place' with the same 'knowledge' that I was about to die. The alarm went off before I 'died', so I guess I'll have to see what happens next.

I spent most of the night having various kinds of nightmares. The "impending death" dream got mixed up with various other images, and a lot of it was confusing and chaotic.
Part of it was impressed by my receiving a note yesterday from a deceased friend- what happened is that her daughter sent me some pictures of all of us years gone by and she used her mother's address labels. When I got it in the mail it freaked me out a little, and once I opened it I figured out her daughter must have done it. To top it, one of the pictures was recent (from last week) and she looked a lot like her mother did when we used to hang out- sending chills up my spine. Like she was still here but not really.
Later on I found out that we had a major lightning storm last night and I slept through it. Apparently my hubby and son woke up with the very loud thunderbolt that made everyone else jump. They got up and turned the TV on, were up around an hour and then went back to bed. I slept through the whole thing, and knew nothing of it until my son told me this morning.
Weird. It didn't wake me but it sure gave me nightmares with explosions too.

Last night was one spent in a type of "life review", but not of waking reality. It was as if my whole 'dream life' was going in front of my eyes, remembering stuff that happened 'before'. There were specific themes, such as the beach and the water, but the 'facts' escape me. It was not sad or melancholy, and there was an element of 'being taught' in it.

This was one of those 'middle of the night' things, and I'm not sure if I was 'out' out, or 'just' dreaming, but there was something I was doing that I recently learned about (that I referenced in my blog) I hope helps in my physical body. I did it and then went back to sleep, which is why I don't remember much else.
I think it was successful, because I woke up with a feeling of accomplishment.

Last night I dreamed that I was covered in these large poxy looking blisters- and when I looked down my legs were shrunken, as if the insides were getting smaller. I went to the doctor (the astral doctor, lol) and he told me that my problems were caused by all the yogurt I've been eating (I have been, for weeks now). He said that the enzymes in the yogurt were making my blood too thick, and it wasn't able to reach all the places it had to, so the insides of my legs and my left arm were slowly dying from lack of blood, and he told me that this was the cause of my problems. He also told me he had warned be about the excessive yogurt intake before but I hadn't heeded his advice.
In the dream it seemed to make sense.

My subconscious was busy last night clearing stuff symbolically.
I was in a big beautiful house that was surrounded by a pool that abutted a natural waterway, perhaps a lake or a mangrove. I went into the water when I noticed it was full of garbage. I knew in the dream that I was in a mindscape and I was to symbolically remove obstacles and 'mind garbage' from my own self.
I began with garbage close to the water, diving in and taking it out- cups, paper, 'manmade things', and as I delved out into the more natural parts of the pool (where it abutted with the mangrove) there were rocks and plants growing in the water, and I started removing them. As I worked the water began to clear (it was dark and murky at first). I awoke before it cleared completely, but it had improved a lot at the time I woke up.
I had full lucidity on what I was supposed to do.
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So I was in a dream I don't remember any details about, other than I was in someone's kitchen (It wasn't mine in the dream either) and someone was telling me that a great trick to add fragrance to a kitchen was to get the cloth napkins (who has cloth napkins, lol?) and to spritz them with water infused with lemongrass oil and sage, and to put them in a microwave for five seconds or so.
Then you put them on the table and it'll make your clean house smell cleaner.

Then I woke up, thinking it was a great idea, except I don't have cloth napkins, or lemongrass oil. But I have lemons and sage.
And dishtowels. :)

The past two days:
May 30th: (Night before) I was in a house or a dorm or a hospital. (Not sure, it was a group place with beds in it.) There were some of us (my hubby and I) and some friends from our past (married friends and others). I was in my bed when one of the guys (who I used to know and had no romantic notions about ever) got into bed with me and tried to get into my pants. I told him no, and his wife and my husband were in another part of the room (we were in full sight of them) and he didn't stop. I finally told him I'd think about it if he stopped trying at that moment. I then proceeded to go to bed, wondering if I was going to follow through to my promise. Although I usually don't make promises I don't keep, I kept telling myself I had to tell him this to make him stop. It didn't occur to me to get up, but there may have been some dual awareness there (of me in the bed) and I might have been paralyzed. I certainly wasn't lucid.

On the one last night I was on a trip to somewhere in the desert (Arizona or New Mexico, I'm not sure) with Alex and Eddie Van Halen. In the past I have dreamed that my husband is related to them (cousins) and he's not, and I think this dream was along those lines. In the dream we were on our way somewhere when Alex had to do some charity work to go help a woman in the desert, and after we were done helping him (I don't know what, at the time it seemed inconvenient but logical) we were on the way to wherever we were going. There was a really dilapidated house and a filthy bathroom in the dream, and I was glad to be on my way out of there.

I got up in the middle of the night and went back to sleep- I then had about three dreams, that seemed to follow each other.

In the first one I was in my grandmother's house, the one she lived in when I was a child. My great grandmother lived there until I was around 17, when she passed. The house was subdivided (in the dream) in a cube-within a cube- the core was dark, so dark it was impossible to see, and the surrounding was illuminated. My grandmother was looking for her mother (my abuelita) and she couldn't find her. I was helping her look for her in the darkness. I felt the same melancholy I felt all day and I don't know if this feeling caused the dream or if it illustrated something that's happening (perhaps in my head). In the dream I had the rote that my grandmother was alive but my abuelita was dead. (side note: I have seen my abuelita in projection in this 'house', and it's not 'where' she was before.
I then woke up realizing both my grandmother and great grandmother are no longer here.

Then I dreamt I was in my mother's house (where she and my grandmother lived in the last part of their lives) and she was crying over my grandmother's death. It was a similar context- she was 'alive' and my grandma was 'dead', in this more recent environment. I was initially there to comfort her, but then the environment changed. I think I woke up and went back to sleep a few more times, but in this part of the dream, her house became a huge mansion that looked like a theme-park 'haunted mansion', will lots of 'fake' special effects- a closet with holographic 'scary goblins' that were more fun than anything, and a bunch of different artifacts, 'Harry Potter' style 'magic' stuff that revealed itself to be special effects; and I wondered how much money she spent to 'pimp out' the place.
I knew this was for my benefit, because I love the haunted house motif and her and I had always a shared love of all 'paranormal' motifs, from the horror to all the 'Forteana' type of stuff. At the end of this dream I am very hungry (which makes sense, because I didn't eat last night) and am looking for something to eat in her huge kitchen. In it I find all kinds of prepackaged 'typical criollo' favorites, and some I'd never seen before, but looked yummy. I don't think I ate.

Then I went to another dream in which everything was beautiful and full of gold and jewels. I received a bunch of diamonds (I think my mother was there, but I don't think she gave them to me- this part is fuzzy, it could have been her but I don't remember her giving them to me). I then half awoke and started coughing because I had what felt like rocks in my mouth. I spit one out and it looked like the diamond I had been given in the dream. I then held on to it and went back to sleep, knowing it was a hypnopomp, but holding on to it nonetheless. I then slept some more and had more 'diamond' dreams. When I woke up my hand was still closed in a fist, but there was nothing in it.
So I got up.

This morning, two dreams, both uncomfortable.
In one I'm at my mother's house. She looks exceptionally beautiful, as when she was in her twenties, but her eyes are a different color- green, as her grandmother.
She has two babies and I have one. When I go to her bedroom, she has neglected them, and one of them is dead, and the other one is dying.
I scold her and berate them for not taking care of them. She seems not to care, and I try to nurse the one that is alive back.
I go to my room and my baby is very much alive and fat. I feed him, and then try to take care of my mom's neglected baby, and as I hold my (big) baby I try to also bottle feed hers. What happened to the dead one is not clear- it was not a skeleton but so thin and pitiful that I think as I nursed the live one the dead one began to come back somehow.
I don't remember how it ended, or how it transitioned to the other dream. I think I got up to pee and had no liminal visions or anything- from dream to awake and then back to sleep.

Second dream:
Now we're in 'our old neighborhood'- except it isn't from this reality. We are in an apartment building (previously visited dreamscape, it's here somewhere) and there is a party in the neighborhood. They are going to close the streets for the party. My husband has gone somewhere and I'm waiting for him to come back, although I'm not really in a party mood. My son has gone out on the street, very much into this party. I can see him enjoying himself. I then hear voices speaking about him, and there is something about opening or closing doors (something about doors, anyway). I wake up, and no liminals either. I tried to keep my eyes closed and will something to come in, but nothing.

Was in some sort of retreat, it was a retreat for lightworkers or something like that. There was a large gathering, and I moved off to the side and sat on a table. Next to me was a man, who told me 'this is my work', and gave me a card. In the card was a picture of two small children, who looked like they were very thin, like starving, and their bodies were covered with a horrible pustular rash. They were obviously alive, but looked really bad.
I saw it and gave him the card and said 'I'm not going to look' and looked away from him, not shocked, but in deep disapproval. I then walked away from him, and another lady from the group said "I see 'he' is here. I don't know why he keeps coming to these gatherings.
I then intuited that this man was equal to the rest of the women or beings there, but they didn't like him, however they didn't interfere with him. I think he was an archetype, for disease or death, not sure. (I think it was disease, because the children were up and walking). I sort of felt sorry for him, but he didn't seem sorry to be shunned (or just tolerated.)
I woke up, wondering about this.

I was at a friend's house visiting. She left the room and I could see it was raining outside, and there were leaks all through the house. I didn't understand how they had all this water coming in- even in the bedroom. They didn't seem bothered by it. I then spoke to her mother or grandmother, and I saw a card and picked it up. There was more but I have forgotten.
Then I was at another friend's house. This was one of my high school friends (long time ago). I discovered she had written a book (or someone had, and she had the book) and I found it. I went to ask this old person if I could have it, because it was about me. One of the reasons that I wanted to see it is because in the story she had said I had cancer, and I wanted to know if I survived in the story. I was allowed the book and was on my way out of the house when I woke up.

Was having a dream I already forgot about, when I remembered an exercise I wanted to do, and proceeded to try it, with no results. The exercise was creating a big blue sky in my vision screen. All of a sudden I realized that I was shooting off beams of heat (fire element) from my arm in a side to side motion (dual awareness within the dream, 2 bodies doing different things perhaps) when I felt the heat coming from my arm, and this roused me awake. Then I tried to go back, did a couple more visualizations, and got up, to find it was raining torrentially. Apparently the storm (Debby) is closer than I thought.

Had a wonderful series of dreams, all mystical. Unfortunately have forgotten the details, but it was all good.

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Originally Posted by CFTraveler

I think he was an archetype, for disease or death, not sure. (I think it was disease, because the children were up and walking).

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More precisely, His work is suffering: dis-ease and ego-death, and renewing the youth thereby, like the phoenix thin from fasting, whose skin is scorched by the heat of the flames. Neosporin. :thumbsup: Yes, HE IS, an Archetype.

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Originally Posted by CFTraveler

I got up in the middle of the night and went back to sleep- I then had about three dreams, that seemed to follow each other.

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Three dreams, describing the gradual transformation resulting from the shift of the dreamer's point of view in three steps:

Dream 1:

1. from shallow ego, lamenting the loss of connection with the ancient core, which is very good because the only way to solve a problem is to first admit the painful truth that there is a problem, the ignorance of which is represented by the darkness (As "whatsoever makes manifest is light" so whatever hides a thing is 'darkness') of the core, into the dark core itself, a journey referred to by Saint John of the Cross in his unparalleled masterpiece, The Ascent of Mt. Carmel as "The Dark Night of the Soul" which causes what formerly appeared to be true "illumination" and familiarity, reveal itself to be poorly contrived darkness and stagnation. This release of inferior beliefs in order to grasp superior truth is always accompanied by a poignant "melancholy" because it entails the loss of the transient egotistical story, to make way for the intransient eternal truth. This has been referred to in various places as an "existential crisis," or "identity crisis," and is to be treated as such, with the greatest of tenderness.

Dream 2:

2. In the second dream the relationship of the dreamer to the ancestral becomes closer by 1/3. Instead of being in the grandmother's house the dreamer is in the mother's house, thus the dreamer's vast unexplored expanses are steadily becoming a 'small world' so to speak. The formula for the degrees of the separation between the dreamer and the Ancient is therefore: Dream1 - 3 Degrees of separation, dreamer is in grandmother's house [ 1. ego, 2. mother, 3. grandmother], Dream 2 - 2 Degrees of separation, dreamer is in mother's house [1. ego, 2. mother], Dream 3 - Union, as there is no such thing as one degree of separation as any numbers that are one degree away from their neighbors will be touching their neighbors ["1" touches "2" whereas "1" does not touch "3" because "2" is between "1" and "3"]. There also appears a parallel development hinted at by the relational shifting, namely, the integration of the projected stories or personas of "my grandmother" and "my mother" into the interior of the dreamer's psyche. This is represented by death, as when a projected image, such as a movie, disappears from the screen, that's 'the end of it'. From the point of view of the Self, images and meaning are either outside or inside, projected or integrated and if they are projected they are 'alive' but when they are integrated they 'die' because they cease to have a life of their own outside the walls of the dreamer's psyche. (This is another way of describing the loss of a complex, which is primary marker of progress in most modern effective psychology. Whoever loses a complex gains the essence of the complex by default, which is a prize to be most sought after.)

Thus, initially the dreamer is comforting her mother over her grandmother's 'death', which parallels the 3 Degrees of separation, leading to the integration by the dreamer of her grandmother's persona, the loss of her 'grandmother complex' and the gain of her grandmother's real essence. Next, the dreamer's mother dies, which is not expressly stated because "It is the glory of God to conceal a thing: but the honour of kings is to search out a matter," nor would The Dreamweaver insult the dreamer's intelligence. Nonetheless, this 'death' is sufficiently highlighted by the parenthetical statement, "(where she and my grandmother lived in the last part of their lives)" because the verb "lived" is rendered in the past tense, implying that both are now 'dead.' As well, "the last part of their lives" is actually redundancy of the death motif we could interpret mathematically as two death, one for the grandmother, and one for the mother. Therefore, the dreamer integrates her mother's persona, loses her 'mother complex' and gains her mother's real essence. This parallels the 2 degrees of separation. This is her unmentioned comfort she recieves as it is her turn to be comforted. The next 'death' to occur is that of the ego. This is what is meant by the statement, "then the environment changed" In the real world, the only way for one's environment to change is for the individual to get up and move, which tells us that the dreamer's identity has shifted from the ego complex to the Self, Oversoul, Holy Ghost, Higher Self, etc. This is the central part of the middle dream, the cube within a cube, the Holy of Holies, The Holy Spirit coming into His Temple, as we are told, "Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?" No doubt the Apostle Paul here spoke to those who had already been through this process. This process takes on a stop and start character for the dreamer as initially she only 'thinks' she woke up, then proceeds to vacillate between waking and sleeping states, which no doubt contain just as much meaning as the images themselves, representing the unique struggle to understand her new relationship to everything and to assimilate the fact that "The length and the breadth and the height of it are equal," as a perfect cube should be, as the real Holy of Holies was a perfect cube. From Wikipedia: "The Holy of Holies was located in the westernmost end of the Temple building, being a perfect cube: 10 cubits by 10 cubits, by 10 cubits. The inside was in total darkness and contained the Ark of the Covenant, gilded inside and out, in which was placed the Tablets of the Covenant." Please note that it was in total darkness, as the dreamer's environment is "so dark it was impossible to see," in the first dream.

Dream 3:

3. The dreamer is in her own house, Her own Mind, as "the wise man's eyes are in his head" not the mind her grandmother told her she had when she was little, nor the personality (or name) her mother told her she had when she was young and impressionable, but a full-ownership, completely actualized occupation of being. The dreamer realizes that she is rich beyond her wildest dreams because within Her lie the true gems of wisdom. This is Individuation, Self-programming, and realization of all sovereignty residing presently in the Self, not the past. This is a commentary on Individuation, on letting the Self, or Higher Self, or Holy Ghost, or Oversoul be you, thus becoming IT, no longer the tiny picture boxed in by a frame, but the frame itself, connected with everything else that is outside the picture, with infinity, with the deepest heritage of the past, matriarchal, represented here by the great grandmother, and patriarchal, yet somehow continuing to contain the picture, which enhances the feeling of being rich even more.

Much more may be said about these dreams, however, I will finish by commenting on some interesting tidbits in brackets "[ ]" below as I believe enough has been said to 'get the picture':

I got up in the middle of the night and went back to sleep- I then had about ["about"="around"="circular"="Circumambulatory" = "Whole" i.e. dreams of wholeness] three dreams, that seemed to follow each other. [following each other, circumambulatorily, as those who walk in circles follow each other, cyclically or in spiral patterns]

In the first one I was in my grandmother's house, the one she lived in when I was a child. My great grandmother lived there until I was around 17, [A Round 8(1+7) = Whole] when she passed. The house was subdivided ["subdivided"='cut asunder'= 'dead,' mind is dissociated, prima materia, common clay, lead] (in the dream) in a cube-within a cube- the core was dark, so dark it was impossible to see, [Holy of Holies] and the surrounding was illuminated [false light]. My grandmother was looking for her mother (my abuelita) and she couldn't find her. I was helping her look for her in the darkness. I felt the same melancholy I felt all day and I don't know if this feeling caused the dream or if it illustrated something that's happening (perhaps in my head). In the dream I had the rote that my grandmother was alive but my abuelita was dead. (side note: I have seen my abuelita in projection in this 'house', and it's not 'where' she was before.
I then woke up realizing both my grandmother and great grandmother are no longer here. [foreshadowing of assimilation, dissociations of mind/house healed]

Then I dreamt I was in my mother's house (where she and my grandmother lived in the last part of their lives) and she was crying over my grandmother's death. It was a similar context- she was 'alive' [projected outward by the dreamer as opposed to integrated by the dreamer] and my grandma was 'dead' [integrated and owned by the dreamer as opposed to egotistically projected and disowned], in this more recent environment. I was initially there to comfort her, but then the environment changed. [dreamer's point of view shifts, oversoul is exchanged for another oversoul, new Archetype is activated in dreamer's mind] I think I woke up and went back to sleep a few more times, [struggle between old oversoul and new Archetype for dreamer] but in this part of the dream, her house became a huge mansion that looked like a theme-park 'haunted mansion', will lots of 'fake' special effects- a closet with holographic 'scary goblins' that were more fun than anything, and a bunch of different artifacts, 'Harry Potter' style 'magic' stuff that revealed itself to be special effects; and I wondered how much money she spent to 'pimp out' the place. [Dreamer can now truly See] I knew this was for my benefit, because I love ["Love" X1] the haunted house motif and her and I had always a shared love ["Love" X2] of all 'paranormal' motifs, from the horror ["from the horror" = of the original deception in dream 1] to all the 'Forteana' type of stuff [i.e. truly spiritual matters, Pun on 'Forte' as well, i.e. 'onward to a climax,' forshadowing dream 3]. At the end of this dream I am very hungry ['Food' X1, spiritual hunger for true spiritual food] (which makes sense, because I didn't eat ['Food'X2] last night) [hadn't ever had true spiritual food before] and am looking for something to eat ['Food' X3] in her huge kitchen.['Food' X4] In it I find all kinds of prepackaged 'typical criollo' favorites ['Food' X5, i.e. good (god) food], and some I'd never seen before, ['Food' X6 "I'd never seen before" alludes to prior spiritual blindness] but looked yummy. ['Food' X7] I don't think I ate. ['Food' X8(number of wholeness) didn't eat/achieve wholeness yet because dream three is where that occurs.]

Then I went to another dream in which everything was beautiful and full of gold and jewels. [True Sight is beautiful, and makes everything look beautiful because beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Everything is a miracle because it's a miracle that there is anything at all] I received a bunch of diamonds [spiritual treasures, soul fragments, dissociated complexes] (I think my mother was there, but I don't think she gave them to me- this part is fuzzy, it could have been her but I don't remember her giving them to me). [mother is old oversoul, still in the background, but "fuzzy," fading away] I then half awoke [moves away somewhat from old oversoul, volitionally] and started coughing because I had what felt like rocks [spirits, words] in my mouth. I spit one out and it looked like the diamond I had been given in the dream. I then held on to it and went back to sleep, knowing it was a hypnopomp, but holding on to it nonetheless. [the spiritual is now as important to the dreamer as the physical] I then slept some more and had more 'diamond' dreams. [more treasure acquired, mind is one, re-solved, transformed into gold from lead] When I woke up [fully awake, as opposed to "half awoke"] my hand was still closed in a fist, but there was nothing in it. [The 'nothing', the Spirit, has become the 'Something' to be gripped, full inversion from original position has occurred. Hold on tight! :-)]
So I got up. [Spiritual Ascension, awake "from the dead," new Archetype fully activated, truly Alive, truly Eternal]