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Last night before I went to sleep I recognized I have a problem with one person in the sense that I am too enmeshed with her. Before we went to sleep my husband and I discussed (mostly I talked, he listened, lol) my problem with this person, how it came about, etc., and as I went to sleep I asked for help in disconnecting emotionally from her. I started a 'blue room' meditation but fell asleep before finishing it, and had a normal night of sleeping. Until the morning when I began to have the typical 'falling asleep within a dream' scenario dream that I had in clusters some time ago, and it devolved into this:
I was having lunch with my husband and son when I started to get so sleepy I couldn't stay awake. In my 'dream memories' I recalled this had been happening in the past week or so- I would eat, then lose consciousness, and then I would wake up in another place, usually in the car, while my husband and son were somewhere else doing something physical.
This started to bother me as it had become a trend now, and I didn't like the loss of control, so I planned to make my next meal all protein so I would not get drowsy and lose the plot again. After we ate I started to feel the usual drowsiness but I fought it, and only lost consciousness briefly... and then now we were in a room, with a checkerboard wooden floor, and there were a group of people in this room. My son was outside in a field doing who knows what and my husband was in the room talking with a woman in the place. They were playing some sort of game and I immediately knew that my husband was carrying on with her and it had been going on ever since I had started going to sleep all day. I did not feel angry, in fact, felt nothing, but at the same time I decided to take some action.
I walked into the room where they all were, and they were playing some game like paintball, because they had fake guns and there was some blue ink all over the place. I located a gun and put real bullets in it (don't know where I got them, but they were there, lol). I immediately pointed it at this woman and shot her in the chest, easy. Then I took the gun I had, grabbed a rag and wiped it clean. Then I put it back in the pile of other guns that were there from the game, and waited for them to discover her. There were lots of people running around, and when my husband saw her on the floor dead he did not react, and I wondered about that, as if she wasn't important. Then people began running around and freaking out and I just stood there talking to the owner of the house, who was more worried about getting the stain off the floor than about the dead woman on it.
I remember telling him to wash it with bleach, and his words (which I remember verbatim) were "the floor is not supposed to be washed with water, it'll ruin the finish" to which I replied something like "don't be stupid, wash it first, dry it and then refinish it". I woke up completely without affect. No emotion, no anger, no fear, no nothing, a technician, so to speak-completely uncharacteristic of me.
ps. I never saw the woman's face, but her hair looked suspiciously like mine.
Someone has reclaimed a soul fragment from the dreamer, hence waking up feeling "uncharacteristic."Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
This morning I was having a discussion about my employment options with a guide. A woman, indeterminate age. I remember telling her about my last two or three jobs, and woke up before getting the advice about what to do next.
Another guide, a completely different lesson, completely ahead of where I am in waking reality.
Before going to sleep, I was doing a centering space meditation (step 5 in Bardon's IIH) and found myself in a landscape that was dark, with starts (love those stars)- I could see the moon and there might have been an ocean or watery ground. I then went to sleep, and proceeded to dream. The last one (started in the middle of the night, went on until I woke up) in which I was with a male guide who was showing me a book. In it he was showing me a list of the beings he was in control (or worked with). He gave me a long list of names (of which I have mostly forgotten) and told me that one of the beings had left him (or he had lost him or given him up) but he had acquired two new ones. The name started with A and ended in iel or ial.
Then he told me that I should study astrology to find the beings that were friendly to humans.
I then woke up, and tried to close my eyes to see 'consciously', and had the usual starfield I used to see often a long time ago. I looked at it as much as I could and then completely awoke.
"A" = Alpha, "I am Alpha and Omega" says the Lord in Revelation. "iel" means "is god(s)" or "is elohim" in Hebrew. "ial" has a similar meaning elsewhere, in Arabic, which also simply means "is the [one who is]" {I AM}Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
The dreamer has had conversations with God, how blessed! The dreamer/seer is being taught the true nature of the universe, in which we are not alone, nor are we the only intelligent physical species. One of the constellations to avoid is Alpha Draconis.
This dream had to do with a house that is not actual, marble floors I didn't see until I cleared away the garbage, and the theme of 'common ground' with my husband, and our decision to acquire it. It was symbolic and personal, so I'll keep it vague.
Wise choice. "...to whom men have committed much, of him they will ask the more." - Luke 12:48 (Please See Amos 5:13)Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
For the past few nights I've been having horrible nightmares. Two nights ago it was all about being in a different country and vulnerable, and I woke up in terror of what I was hearing (screams, violence, suffering) while I tried to shield my child from it inside.
Last night it was better- I had a couple of dream/projections in which I forgot what I learned immediately, and wondered at the level of activity that stopped making sense the minute I 'looked at them' with my conscious mind. I did this most of the night, and woke up knowing that I learned a lot last night without actually consciously retaining anything- it was for my 'other' mind.
I was dreaming about something when the dream changed into me reading a paper. I was reading it in a language I cannot identify. The headline said something like "The Greek Man raises the vibration as he submits the paperwork". "The Greek Man" is my interpretation of the one word used- like "El Greco" but not that. Then I went on to have other dreams, and early in the morning I had another experience I have forgotten, but will come back to it if I remember.
I remembered. This one was before the 'greek' paper dream. I was touring a place in the water (like on a boat, I've had similar dreams before, where I drive on a boat and see sceneries, like a ride. I came upon a scene in which was a Hermetic temple, and it was 'labeled' as such, but I was surprised, because everywhere there were golden Indian Buddhas everywhere meditating, and there were no egyptian motifs of any kind. I wondered what this meant. I was talking to someone in the boat with me (a fellow traveler/watcher) and I was telling him that I always visualized people into this as robed with wands chanting in Hebrew, which is why I was surprised to see this eastern iconography, straight from a buddhist temple that uses the thai/hindu style buddha statues. It was beautiful but perplexing.
I was touring a place in the water (like on a boat, I've had similar dreams before, where I drive on a boat and see sceneries, like a ride. [Water = sea of consciousness, the dreamer's inner world, wet like shakti, the water destined to be reunited with fire, a feminine world, related to the conscious erotic ego, especially since it is at the surface, not in the depths of unconscious non-ego.] I came upon a scene in which was a Hermetic temple, and it was 'labeled' [consciously denoted, as opposed to unconsciously hidden] as such, but I was surprised, [Unconscious contents are not expected to appear with conscious realizations] because everywhere there were golden Indian Buddhas everywhere ["Everywhere" repeated twice foreshadows full conscious realization of universal validity of Buddhism] meditating, [Gold denotes universal divine perfection. The mingling together of universal {"golden"}, Hermetic {Greek}, Buddhist {Middle Eastern, Japanese, Chinese} together represent those truths that are yet to be fully realized as valid Wisdom traditions in the dreamer's conscious mind, which the unconscious Animus is presenting to her. These motifs are all related geographically with the so-called "eastern hemisphere" of the world, which is the natural location for unconscious contents to reside for an American 'westerner.'] and there were no egyptian motifs of any kind. [The dreamer is already conscious of valid Egyptian power, {wielded by human priests I might add, NOT idols} since the dreamer is a Christian and has probably read the account and heard the sermon where Egyptian priests turned staffs into snakes countless times, connecting Egypt directly with realized 'western' ego consciousness.] I wondered what this meant. [Contrasting consciousness with unconsciousness, learning to "Know Thyself" fully instead of partially] I was talking to someone in the boat with me (a fellow traveler/watcher) [The dreamer converses with her Animus, contrasting her conscious perceptions with his unconscious contents] and I was telling him that I always visualized people into this as robed with wands [The archetypal originator of the symbol of the magic wand was Moses' Rod of God, a real artifact that shocked its image into the collective consciousness of humanity in the deepest of ways, naturally appearing in the hands of people speaking Hebrew.] chanting in Hebrew, [Past conscious assumptions about valid spiritual paths reveal themselves as incomplete, being devoid of valid unconscious contents.] which is why I was surprised to see this eastern iconography, straight from a buddhist temple that uses the thai/hindu style buddha statues. It was beautiful but perplexing. [The final words of Aleister Crowley, a famous western occultist as well as an eastern yoga practicioner, were "I am perplexed." This is understandable since he knew that the eastern traditions were valid, but did not realize how to separate western, unconscious projections of the devil from them, or that the devil was such a projection, and neither did Carl Jung, though his methods make it possible to do so. Whatever the light of Consciousness fails to shine on automatically becomes dark, cthonic and evil. The answer is the 'golden' oneness, the perennial philosophy, wherein the next step is taken as the 'other' is realized by the conscious mind to be Self, baseline consciousness expands in an inner Transformation to encompass the whole of conscious and unconscious contents and Individuation approaches as Ego and Animus, the black and white of yin and yang finish mixing with each other to become a uniform grey color, the color of the Tao. The light of Love shines in the darkness, the shadows disappear, and perfect Wisdom is found standing upright as He leaves His eastern corner He had cowered in for far too long, infinitely grateful that noone is calling Him the "devil" anymore. Even in Genesis, as God looked on his finished creation, "God saw that it was good."] {Since the dreamer is a female, Wisdom should appear male, as he would take the place of her Animus, which has a male form. For men, Wisdom will appear female.}Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
Wow. That was awesome. You're on a roll.
BTW, I spent most of the night in a half-awake state. Didn't get any deep sleep at all.
"And Pharaoh said unto Joseph, I have dreamed a dream, and there is none that can interpret it: and I have heard say of thee, that thou canst understand a dream to interpret it. And Joseph answered Pharaoh, saying, It is not in me: God shall give Pharaoh an answer of peace." - Genesis 41:16 "And they said unto him, We have dreamed a dream, and there is no interpreter of it. And Joseph said unto them, Do not interpretations belong to God? tell me them, I pray you." - Genesis 40:8 Glory to God.
Last night, I dreamed I was (we were) in a very tall building, and I was jumping around in the balcony when I realized this might not be a good idea, although it was a concrete balcony, in the fourteenth floor (my mother in law lives in a fourteenth floor and has a balcony, so this is where this image may have come from). I then moved closer to the opening where it's closer to the body of the building and resumed what I was doing.
Later on there was some food distributed and my son took a bite. We were in the building waiting for something to pass, and I felt the building wobble, and wondered if it was a good idea. It was, whatever it was passed.
Today in the morning news, there was a report on the safety of balconies and decks. I found this curious, considering how my first dream started.
I was someone else, and was having a problem with alien abduction flashbacks. The way it was, my husband and I had a young son (a toddler). I was having dual experiences, and wasn't sure what was real. I would be in the house and all of a sudden our son would start screaming and I would start to see, as in a clairvoyant vision, when I closed my eyes, aliens coming and grabbing us. With my eyes open I couldn't see anything but our 'regular' existence, and we were afraid, it seemed only our son could 'see' the aliens in real time- I had to close my eyes. We then were in a parking lot or something like that, when our son started screaming "they're coming, they're here!" and I could see aliens surrounding us. So my husband and I grabbed our son and started running from where we could see they were.
At some point someone, a 'UFO Investigating' group, showed up to 'help' us- I remember feeling very relieved that they were here, although I can't imagine what they could do to stop it. The dream ended there.
Had a variety of dreams, but the one that stands out is this:
The dream had started as some sort of retrieval episode, where my son and I were retrieving people who were passed into the next thing they were supposed to do, and I knew we were not physical. It seemed that there were many people needing this help. We were going over a bridge and we fell in the water as we were carrying the people that needed help, but I knew we weren't in body and had nothing to worry about. Then we reached the place we were trying to get to, and it was a large 'welcome center' type of place.
I awoke and then went back in, and we all were in this center, and most of my family was sitting on a table. In front of me were my mother and grandmother, and some other people. In the middle of the conversation I realized that my grandmother was supposed to be dead, and there she was. It was kind of a moment of lucidity. I told my mother "she's here!" and my grandmother, laughing, embraced me. I kind of flinched because I had read that dead people didn't like to touch the living for some reason, and she thought this was hilarious, and hugged me harder. I then, when she let me go, realized that I was talking to my mother, who is also passed (my grandmother passed two years before my mother) and then I realized that I was in a kind of 'afterlife' area.
I looked around to see if I recognized anyone else, and there was a man that said he was my father. I went to hug him and say hello, but then I realized this was not him, he looked 'wrong'. Then he started laughing and said he wanted to 'join us' and I said no. I then pushed him out the door. He tried to come back in and I pushed him out again. Then I woke up again. Last night was not good for sleeping, and I slept in two hour increments. Because of this I also had lots of liminal experiences (messages, voices, and other experiences that I have forgotten. I was given two names, one being 'Mia' or something like that (a female two syllable word) and the name of a place, that I've forgotten.
Had a version of a recurring dream- I was given a beautiful house and was occupying it, when I remembered that sometimes we share a portion of the house with someone else. Even though in these dreams the other 'person' is hidden I can tell they're living 'there'. In this version that was the same, but at the same time it was different as we had run of most of the house. It was beautiful and well kept, and I had no trouble with the concept of the other occupant. I could see behind 'their' door (his?) that the light was on, as I walked past the hallway that led to his door.
A difference here is that I was not intimidated by the concept of getting 'too' close to 'him'.
I was being taught how to replace one memory with another. The first one was putting in pictures over the old ones enough that would cover the old one (like cutting and pasting the old fashioned way) and the second one was substituting one word with another that was as long as the original or slightly longer, but not much longer so it wouldn't disrupt the timeline. (Whatever that means). It was a visual exercise.
Three dreams in a row, my recall is not so great on the second and third one.
I was in a house similar to the house I grew in. In this one, the symbology is obvious.
I was in the back of the house, and saw a snake come in. It 'kind of' looked like a cobra, but I never saw a hood. I wanted to warn the occupants of the house (my family, but they were not all the same people I'm related to) that there was a snake in the house. I wanted to stay with it (but not too close to it) and go tell people about it. This caused confusion in my movement. The snake started moving up the hallway and I started yelling at everyone that the snake was coming to where 'they' were. The snake continued advancing and eventually reached the front room. In this front room there was a young boy, shaped like a toddler but around four feet tall. It was a 'gigantic' toddler. The snake jumped up at him and started to attack him. I couldn't rescue him because there was an invisible barrier between us. Like invisible boxes. I screamed and screamed and I could see the snake's huge fangs trying to bite him (but not succeeding). Then my mother, younger than I'm used to, jumped into the scene and peeled the snake off the boy, and at this point I woke up.
I got up, and did my usual middle-of the night rounds (bathroom, water), walked around, saw it was lightning (but not thunder, it was far away) then went back to bed.
Another dream, this time there was a snake in the house (our house) and it was trying to bite my son. I again tried to intercept it but again was held back, and this time I could see a little rattle on the snake. This one was a bit smaller, but still very big. He fought it, and eventually the snake went away, and the dream turned into other dreams then.
The dreams after that: I was in a house that had some sort of furniture that was 'haunted' and kept rearranging itself a certain way. There was something 'wrong' with one of the pieces, it was one of those 'tudor' pieces that look like it belongs on a little girl's room, but there was something 'wrong' with it, some kind of witchcraft. I was the only one who could see that. The dream then transitioned situationally, if not geographically- it had to do with the family business and my having to go to a meeting to deal with two men, one a relative, the other a lawyer, and a crazy woman, who was trying to force us to cash a savings bond she had brought in to our 'store'. She spoke disjointedly and made no sense. I tried to speak with her, and realized she was incoherent. We refused, and she was very offended, insisting it was her signature on the check/bond, and eventually left when I nixed the transaction. The 'lawyer' (in the dream, may have been my animus) said we didn't have to accept anything we didn't think was on the up and up. Even though she was insistent we accept it, she finally relented when I said no, and she finally went away. I then woke up, a few seconds before it was time to get up, but when I tried to get 'back there', the alarm went off.
Later on in the morning my husband dreamed there was 'something' trying to get in the house and I was trying to keep it away. He woke up, creeped out, and needed to walk around to calm down again.
Horrible dream about shooting in intersections. Only am recording it for recordkeeping purposes, and the fact that I experienced from a high vantage point, as if I were looking at it from the top of a very high platform, while moving.
Working on my grandfather's house.
Was redoing the floor, and had a large crew of people working at raising, surfacing and balancing the floor. Started flying in the middlle of the operation (by jumping over the newly-laid floor) and continued to glide over about a foot above. Could see how the crew had cut a carpet to get the shape right, and I thought it was sloppy. One of the workers (a female foreman) was yelling at someone else for going off and getting smashed instead of working. I was amused at this, and continued to glide over the work. Then a song came on the radio 'Rock the Casbah' by the Clash, and we all started dancing to it, and I thought these were the moments people worked for, and woke up with the alarm.
Earlier in the night I was dreaming about being in a temple that was being threatened by demonic forces coming from the outside night surroundings. It looked like a shinto temple, but I could feel the evil trying to get in, and then I invoked the power of Hindu deities (one with wings, I don't remember which (or if there are any) and the forces of the Hindu deities reconsecrated this temple and now it was invulnerable. I'm going to look this up to see if it makes sense to me.
I'm not sure about what the symbolic content of this dream is about, but the feeling of 'goodness and holiness' was very strong and uplifting. Why the temple looked japanese is a little confusing to me, but it was not Buddhist. Go figure. :shrug:
It looks like it was Vishnu. Found a picture that reminds me of my dream. Will have to look into this deity.
http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/stora...=1235440078383
http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:A...Scl-EEcCZ3tdgr
Great image; interesting dream.
This one was weird.
I was at my house (prob. a version of the house I grew up in, but with more rooms). We were trying to put more beds in my bedroom, and I was trying to decorate it with a turquoise blue chair in a corner. I was insisting to put it in a specific corner (it seemed to be important that it go there) and then someone (my mother, or a mother figure) came in and told the people that were arranging the furniture to do it differently. When they were done, the layout made more sense, as I was trying to get the beds to fit at the wrong angle for the 'new' rectangular shape of the room, and she had them put the beds in line with the long side of the room. Then it all went perfectly. There were four beds in the room, but there were only two of us sleeping in it. (The room was for three, but someone was out of it at the moment), so I don't know why the extra bed.
After that job was done, I stepped away from the 'just rightness' of it and went into a different environment, maybe the outside of the house or another room. The thing is that I had developed a growth on my right foot, and it was turning into a bird, looked like a pigeon. The growth was now as big as my foot (you could say that my right foot was the shape of a pigeon, but it was actually superimposed with it) and it had become very big and unwieldy- then I noticed that it was starting to look bad, and it was only connected to me with a callusy piece of skin, so I decided it was now safe to cut it off. So I found these cuticle scissors and cut off the skin, and the second the growth came off my foot it lost it's waxy dead crusty look and turned into a real pigeon, that was alive. I immediately found some bird seed that I conveniently had (it was wild bird seed, but it would do for the purpose) and it ate hungrily. We sat in awe and watched it eat until it wasn't hungry any more, and then it 'kind of' said good bye and flew away. Now my foot was normal and I was glad the pigeon was alive and safe and free.
Wow, I'd like to see what you do with that one should you decide to apply some kind of interpretation.
Was at a large open space, and there were 'blank' houses being built. They were not really 'houses', but large blank open buildings that housed large fields. I went inside one of them and inside was a tennis court. A crew of young people were painting murals in the wall. They were all 'volunteers'. I was trying to help them paint but many of them were painting flowers before I could get to the area that I meant to paint on. (Like they were actuating what I was thinking). I turned around and went into another building and there was a 'chalkboard' paint area where flowers (or patterns) were being drawn on. A similar thing happened with the artwork.
Then we were sitting on a 'dining' room, around a table, and one other man was sitting at the table with the other people that were explaining things. The man started talking to me, and in mid-sentence he stopped talking and just stared at me. Then he very subtly turned to the right a little (his right, my left) and whispered to no one something). I said "what?" and he still didn't talk. He just stared deep into my eyes. I was about to ask "are you all right?" to him, when I realized that something energetic was happening between us, and it didn't feel right. As I looked into his eyes, the sensation of retinal fatigue started to overcome my vision and around us everything got dark. Kind of like when I connect energetically with someone IRL, except instead of bright light, it was more like cloudy-reflected darkness. I immediately realized he was doing something to me (or trying to) and I very forcefully yelled "NO!" and woke up, with my eyes wide open, and very frightened.
I'm not sure if this was induced by something I may have watched on TV (I like certain paranormal shows) or if something was trying to come through me. It just scared the daylights out of me.
I was walking around a building we owned. I walked in and entered the ice cream parlor I worked in when I was in high school. It looked like a restaurant I worked at later, but it had its own internal logic. I went to the back of the counter where they were swamped with customers. I came in, and started working. I made a point to say I wasn't working that day, but they obviously needed help so I pitched in. When the rush was over, I walked over to the back, to tell the owners I was there and working.
In the back room there was a very large mannequin that was made of styrofoam. I felt compelled to start painting him in a realistic manner. He was dressed, and I had done his head and was doing his neck when he started moving and talking to me.
He told me "you made me so I belong to you now" and got up to follow me.
I was startled and a little afraid, and did not want this golem to follow me around. I said to him "I did not make you. I merely painted you. You were made by someone else, possibly a factory, possibly the owner of this establishment. That is not me". He seemed confused at this, as if he had no idea what a factory or company was.
We walked out of this back room, and the owner was outside, possibly talking to someone else. The owner was not anyone I can identify, he was not the owner of either of the places I worked in referenced in the first part of the dream.
The golem (how I thought of him) started to talk to the owner of the place, and the owner accused him of being a con man. then the golem said he was a real person because he had money. He pulled out a checkbook with the logo of a bank that has been connected to many disreputable actions in the economic bubble bursting in the past few years.
The man looked at the checks and said they were toys in a kit that he sold. I was trying to explain to the man what happened when I was woken up to get up.
As I write this I wonder at the symbolic implications this just brought up in my mind.
I was in this circular room, looked like an old-style star trek set (but new and shiny looking). I was being told by an unseen friend that I was stupid and I at once understood that she was only my friend for what I knew, but since I was no longer smart she wasn't really my friend, she had no use for me. I screamed at her and was very hurt. I was also angry because I identified with my mind and now it was no longer any good. I was standing in front of a console that had many buttons and I didn't know what they did, and I could not understand what the signs meant- I couldn't do the simplest thing, and instead of helping me she just laughed at me.
After feeling hurt (very hurt, it still stung as I woke up) I decided to leave, and the (also unseen) mother of the 'friend' said something about giving me a headband for my hair, and I said no thanks, thinking that I wouldn't be back.
I'm not sure what this internal conflict is about (I'm sure all these are versions of me) but I was very depressed this morning, or sad- for no apparent reason.
I was in a place that seemed like a refugee camp, and we had all sorts of animals to care for. It was not a zoo in the normal sense, but in a way it was. I was tasked with feeding the lions, and we had to give them a sense of normalcy (hunting) but didn't want them killing anyone else in the group.
I was taught to fill large pumpkins with dog food, and let them think they were eating someone's head- they received animal bodies (I don't know what they died of) but I was to prepare the 'fake' heads and let them find them.
At some point later in the dream I was busy doing something else (that I forget) and I ran to prepare the heads for the lions to feed on before they attacked someone.
Another dream of getting another house. Not sure what this is about.
In this one the house is inhabited by the ghost of (get this) Brad Pitt and his wife (not AJ or JA, someone else). They are semitransparent, and living in it as if we weren't there, and we're in the same place but more solid- two families living in the same space in different times.
When we first arrive there it looks abandoned, and we do some repairs (something to do with a kitchen counter), and once we're settled, we start to see the ghosts in the house. Then, when we get used to that, we go out to the back porch and there is a colony of dogs living in the porch (we have two indoor cats). Someone has been feeding them as there is a giant bag of Alpo in the wall. I look around wondering how long they've been there, and see there is no poop in the floor, although there's at least fifty dogs there and the garage door is closed. (It's a back porch which back door looks like a garage.) We start feeding them and open the back door so they can go outside. Two of the smaller dogs are having doggie sex and at first I'm alarmed, as the female dog looks like my girl cat, but when I look closely it's not her, it's a small yappy dog.
I wake up.
Last night (or early morning) a very long dream, I would wake up and go back into it.
We were in this large room, I knew it was in Germany and was a great hall with a giant Christmas tree in the middle. There was a door in the back of the room. Someone and I went through the door and saw a completely different reality, with aliens in it. I do not remember what they looked like, but I knew they were aliens. The act of seeing them changed something in both of us and we immediately knew they have been on earth and have slowly been taking over. We could see what they looked like and they also could see now that we saw them, and we were now marked for death.
Looking through the other side of the door (we had actually gone 'in' and moved around this other reality, learning about the 'others' and how they disguised themselves, and what they were doing) and at some point they discovered us. So we got back through the door to the 'regular' human side of the planet and we started moving away and escaping. For the rest of the morning I continued the 'escaping from them in various ways' theme, sometimes hiding (by changing how they saw me, an energetic thing) and other times by physically running and hiding. In this dream I was accompanied by a family group (not my 'regular here now' family) but my 'dream' family or tribe. There was no resolution at the end of the dream, I just woke up with backaches and had to get up.
A three parter.
I was watching TV and a news item came up, and it was reporting news about my family that distressed me, because it was not true, and I was very upset. As I got more and more upset, my father appeared and began to comfort me. I told him what the news said and why it had all the facts wrong, and I wondered why someone would report it the way they did. I woke up, used the bathroom and came back to bed. After going to sleep now I was in the house where I grew up, and my father was there. I woke him up to ask him why we were back there, (I thought he might have come back for a reason) but this time it wasn't him, it was a creature that looked like him but had fangs, and I started to fight him, and he bit my finger. I fought and fought and I woke up, and then went back to sleep, and summoned my 'pet' lion (which comes to me sometimes in dreams). This time I was not asleep, but in the liminal state, (I had fifteen minutes before getting up) and the lion came to me, and soothed me with his low growl. He was nice and comforted me, and then it was time to get up, so I had to leave my lion and get up.
I was pregnant but the baby kept coming out and asked for things, kind of like a kangaroo. The first time it wanted oatmeal, and I remember feeding it and it almost drowned in the bowl. It was difficult and moody. It was also the size of a bean. A small bean. Now it had come out again and asked for beef stew. I had no ingredients for beef stew, and was looking around to make it, but was now too big to move around comfortably. I finally got it made and it was now jumping back and forth in my belly, and when I put my hand in my belly (or over it on my clothes) it would pop through and bite me in the finger, as if it had come out again and were jumping over my belly and biting. This woke me up, and for a bit I realized I was being 'bit' on the same finger (the right index) that got bit yesterday in the dream, but in a different place this time.
I wonder if there is something going on with this finger that is translating to weird dreams.
I just got the memory of a dream I had, either last night or the night before. In it I was reading Enochian, in a tablet. Not sure if I understood it or not, but I "recognized" it as I read it.
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This is weird, I think we might have been visited last night. Here's why:
My husband dreamed that we went into the house, and he saw my mother in the back of the house. He was shocked, and she tried to hide from him. He asked her how come, if she was dead she could be there. She told him that after you pass you go 'somewhere else' for a while, and then 'they send you back to your loved ones' but you don't see them, they're supposed to stay out of sight. She began to explain to him how things work in the afterlife when the alarm went off.
I was dreaming about a coworker I used to know, who passed a few years ago. In my dream he was in my bedroom with us and I was concerned that I was sitting in my room in my pajamas, and I kept checking to make sure the covers did their job. I woke up and noticed that I was in the same position as the dream, went to the bathroom, and reflected on why I would dream about this guy who was not close to me or anything. I had a hard time going back to sleep, it was late and I was very awake. I got up again and drank some water, roamed the house and then finally went back to bed, it was not easy to go back to sleep. So now in the early morning I dreamed that I was in the kitchen of my house (the one I grew up in) and I had received a box. As I opened it I knew I was supposed to call the company that sent it and 'knew' the number. I dialed it and a lady came on the line. She asked me to get the paperwork in the box for the stuff they had sent me, and I asked my mother to go through the box. She got the paperwork and read off the numbers to the lady on the line. I did, and we went to take the stuff out of the box as I hung up the phone, when the alarm went off.
Both of us were having different dreams about my mom at the same time. He was obviously lucid enough to be shocked at her presence, I was not lucid at all, and simply accepted her presence as normal.
I had some news yesterday that supports the idea this previous dream phenomenon probably was a visitation, not a coincidence. Won't explain, but things will be clarified soon, I think.
On to last night's dream:
We go to where my grandfather's farm used to be. (Recurring theme, the house is now a museum). As usual, I tell the people who work there that I am the granddaughter of the man that used to live there, and all of a sudden I'm the owner. This is a recurring theme, but then something different happens from the usual dream scenario.
We go to a spot I used to love (there was a side step leading to a very dense jungly garden with a water fountain next to it IRL). We go to see it in the dream and it has been paved over and there is a gift shop right next to it. I start to cry and explain to the bewildered shop clerk why I'm crying.
The dream goes on and on as we survey the house (as usual, it's bigger than it was IRL(it doesn't exist anymore) and now (a new development) we have decided to move in it and restore it. We walk around the little town (not what it is IRL) that looks like something from an island brochure- very cute cottages and the place is sunny and touristy and lovely.
We walk around the neighborhood and meet very friendly and cheerful people, and they invite us into their house, to stay there until we get ours ready for occupancy, but I find something creepy about them, an overeagerness that makes me uneasy. I go upstairs (not sure why, they were showing me upstairs rooms we can stay in) and realize that the upstairs lofts are not safe, the walls are up but not attached, and any child could lean on it and fall down and get hurt, and as I go around surveying the lack of safety, I decide we're not staying there, and go downstairs and call my son, who has wandered off with his father. I meet my husband downstairs, and ask him where our son is, and he doesn't seem to know.
So we both go outside, calling him, and I wake up.
Maybe the unstable walls upstairs suggest an idea you don't feel is very sound, CF.
In the dream I felt it was a setup- the bubbly people were up to something 'not right'. I have to think about this some more.
This morning I dreamt that I was having an argument with my mother, who then left. Then my father appeared and I was with him some time, and then they switched again. Of course this has obvious interpretations (they were divorced in life) but I feel there is more to it, because in the dream they swapped 'being dead again' and 'being alive again', and I'm not sure what this means- it's one of the things about the whole 'seeing my father afterdeath' scenario that has confused me, beyond grief and pain.
About three days ago, a dream about feeding the birds. (Recurring)
There was a small market connected to the place where the birds were, and I had past knowledge of this kitchen/market. I either had lived there before, or had worked there before. (In previous dreams I 'find' them, they are a surprise).
The birds are usually in good condition, as if someone previous to me has been caring for them. I always marvel at them, because I usually find them without enough food or water and feel the need to care for them.
This was the same, it was obvious someone has been taking care of them, but I immediately feel I must intervene to continue keeping the birds healthy.
At some point the whole scenario becomes a luxurious hotel, and we (my family of origin) are staying there. I think my husband and son are there too, but I honestly can't remember.
The main difference here is that after a lot of running around going from place to place (the food has been moved first, and then I have to separate sunflower seeds for the bigger parrots (another difference, there are big parrots, like Macaws) from the other seeds I'm going to give to the budgies, like millet.) I actually find the food and sort it, and wake up before actually feeding the birds. But I got closer than I have in the past.
Last night, two parter: I'm at some sort of retreat. Am having some sort of expanded awareness experience. There is a place that is some sort of ashram, and there are many statues of Buddha, some golden, some in color, some stone in this large courtyard. I'm looking at them from far away, some are very large. After some sort of process, (meditation and other 'retreaty' stuff, I am sitting in meditation and can see the Buddhas are really people, that are in costume. I wonder which one is the hallucination, the 'real' Buddhas, or the 'Statues'? I ponder it and go back, full of wonder and stories about the wonderful experiences.
I then am dissappointed to know that the organizers of this retreat had put some hallucinogenic plants in the food (which looked like cabbage leaves) in the soup. I am angry about this and protest. I'm told it's a genuine technique that is part of the program. At this point I think it's a scam, and find myself swimming through some sort of swampy place to where the Buddha statues are. Then I go back home.
Part two:
An old friend (one of my husband's best friends, was the best man at our wedding) came to visit. Brought a gigantic elephant (the size of a house or a building). I am glad my son is there to see it, and am amazed at the size of the elephant. After tethering it someplace safe, he and my husband and son go to a room (still looks like an ashram, for some reason) and begin to smoke some substance. I get flustered and yell at them. Then I see my son is smoking. I begin to get alarmed and start yelling at him why it's dangerous for him. He starts yelling back and defying me, and I wake up thinking that it's one of the things I anticipated, and wonder how to deal with it.
Then I wake up.
p.s. The dream I had today/last night started at night and dawned in real time, as I was having it. This has been happening lately, so I wonder if there is some 'realtime' aspect to it.
This morning I woke up extremely early, and I closed my eyes, and as I was going down I decided to ask my HS to show me a past life. Don't know where this idea came from, maybe it was part of the process previously while I slept.
So I fall asleep and find myself in a place that looks like either Mexico or Peru in ancient times, many step pyramids in the landscape. We are there (hubby, son and I) and we're dressed incongruously in the place. Everyone looks mesoamerican, and are dressed stereotypically in these tentlike outfits and funny hats, and what I find confusing is that it's snowing. It's very cold, very snowy, and there's pyramids and a long wide promenade that leads to a large pyramid.
We find ourselves in a house with a native family. I am speaking with the husband and wife in spanish, and after a bit the woman says the word "Puka" at the end of the sentence in spanish. I ask her what it means, as it's not a spanish word, and she finds it hilarious. She says something that sounds like a joke (in spanish) "I went there and then Puka!" something like that. She yelled it and laughed uproariously. The man kind of ignored me after a while and moved to the background, so to speak.
The woman declared me "one of them" (because I could communicate)and gave me this large piece of clothing to wrap myself in. We all get one and put them on, and now we're dressed like the natives.
We take a walk down the promenade, wrapped up in our cozy poncho-looking things and all of a sudden, from the left side of the promenade a large wave rises (the promenade is now like a long walkway with water on both sides, kind of like a bridge, but just stone) and engulfs us. Even though we are in a few feet of water and it's snowing and cold, the water itself feels very warm and nice, and as soon as it subsides, we simply head on to the next pyramid after taking off the cloth wraps, and we go into one of them, which is a shop on the inside, and get dried off and re-dressed. Then the alarm goes off and it's time to get up.
I got up at 4am with a splitting headache. I got up, got some aspirin and went back to bed. It took me some time to get in a position where I didn't feel it so badly. Before passing out, I asked my HS to show me something I needed to see. My request was to tell me, of all my challenges, which one should I focus on, and how should I deal with it?
So we're in a mall. We're in one of the stores and my son goes into another 'inner' room. I walk to the front and see a telephone. It has a series of instructions to follow. I pick it up and start following its cues-in the middle of this one lady comes along and tells me it's a trick phone, certain groups leave them in public places, and people start playing with the phones, and not realize they're being recorded, and then they post their facial expressions on YouTube. Or something like that.
So I decide to deal with this, and start 'rewinding' the phone as if it were a cassete tape. My intention is to delete what is in it. Then all of a sudden a bunch of people come out of various stores, people I know, scores of people that I've known throughout my life, in droves. They try to get my attention and I feel I'm being swept away, and I try to get away from them. When the 'smoke' clears, I'm in a different location in this mall and I don't remember the name of the store my son was in. I panic, and then think that he's old enough to handle himself, and has a phone. I then decide to call him and tell him what happened, so he can tell me where he is or we can meet somewhere. I feel for my phone, and find it in my pocket, and when I go to call him, the phone shrinks. Now I'm standing there watching my phone shrink to the size of a piece of gum (chicklet) and this brings me to almost full lucidity. I then say "This is a dream" and look at the character in front of me (amongst five or six of them) and say to her "You are an aspect of myself. I know because this is a dream. What do you represent? What do you have to tell me?" She is an older woman, with lots of freckles on her face. Kind of like my grandmother, but different. She then smiles, and says "what can I possible tell you that you don't know?" And I try to get her to tell me what I'm supposed to get out of this dream. She does not talk, just stands there, and I wake up. Headache still here, BTW.
Some nice early morning dream memories. I was on a beach talking to 'my' people, and we discussed various important things. Then I went swimming, which was lovely.
I had a lovely dreams in which I revisited many dark periods of my life and rediscovered the positives I hadn't seen when I 'was' there. It was a very positive dream which left me feeling good. Later I dreamed I was reading in front of a pool and I jumped in.
This I think is significant in that I frequently dream about wanting to immerse myself in pools of water (or the beach) and never quite do it. Either the dream stops or it gets cartoony.
So, yeah.
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Two dreams. In one I was in someone else's head, and he had just done a terrible thing. For a second, he wondered if it had worked, and a few minutes later he confirmed he had done what he had planned. His hesitation and second thoughts about the wrongness of what he had done didn't last long, he became more focused on the technicalities of what he had done. (And no, it's not what you think, but I'm keeping the details to myself, because it's just-wrong.
Then I got up and went back to bed for one more hour. Here I found myself in some sort of school (like university) and I could see some sort of beings that I thought of as 'elves'. If you remember the movie 'predator', where you couldn't see it but could see its 'signature', but small blobby things like the size of tennis balls. They were letting me 'see' them, or perceive them, and they were trying to direct me to 'something', by physically pushing or slapping me into a direction. No one else could see them (their signature) and I woke up before figuring out what they were trying to tell me.
This one was visually disturbing (about an old bug in a plastic bag) that had been somehow left behind to rot.... I spent some time trying to pick it up without touching it and eventually got it in the garbage without having it break open.
I'm sure this is some sort of core image symbolic of things that I needed to get rid of. I'm glad that I achieved it in the dream, not sure what it symbolizes though.
I was in the basement of a castle, and someone had to come in. For some reason to go from one part of the castle to another it was safer through underground tunnels. Someone was coming in, so I escorted her inside, and then she ran to her corridor or hallway or floor.... then I went back, to continue to stand guard. I heard a sound and a man, who looked like a d'Artagnan type came up to me. His face was 'wrong', like he was some sort of animal faced werewolf with a human body (don't exactly know what). At first I got nervous, but then he talked to me and walked away. He also was some sort of sentinel, and I realized he was a good guy.
The view from the cellar (or whatever it was) was imposing- the walls were arched, in tiers, like the Roman Circus, and it was very deep. I knew the castle was very high over where we were.
2 dreams-
1-New birds: I was inside an empty storefront. I was inside it. I was 'done' with whatever I was supposed to do. All of a sudden I get a delivery. It's a very large cage with sickly and emaciated birds in it. There is water in an open dish, but it's dirty. There were packages of seeds (different kinds for the various species of birds. I felt despair, as I was done with the previous flock of birds, who had been nursed to health and had been released. One of the big birds was a peacock. I started to look for the seeds for it, and was thinking of opening the door of the locale to broadcast the seeds outside, so the peacock could eat from them (he was lively, unlike the other birds) outside while I looked for a hose to clean off the dirty water dish and give them fresh clean water to drink. I was trying to figure out the logistics of this (clean water first, then food, open the door, locate the food, etc.) when a man appeared. He was one of the ugliest men I have ever seen. There was nothing ugly about his features, they were almost feminine looking. Yet the whole package was chilling. He looked at me as if I were supposed to go with him. I felt dread, because I felt I needed to take care of the birds first, but he seemed impatient. I woke up, kind of not happy about this dream. I went back to bed.
2-Second dream: I was in an observatory. It was indoors with a dome. I wasn't sure if the dome was a clear ceiling that showed the actual stars and moon, or if it was a planetarium simulation. I looked at the moon, which immediately started to change, and looked from realistic to 'fakey' looking. It immediately 'unplugged' itself from the ceiling and fell to the ground in front of me. I then decided it was fake, but it then started to float up in a very organic way and instead of 'reattaching' itself in a mechanical way, it flew up in the sky and resumed its place. Then I realized it was real, and the sky was the sky. So then I looked more at the stars, and I noticed a couple of meteors streaking through the sky. I was amazed, and went to look for the people that run the place to ask questions, and found a couple of women in a back room. They were black and I think they were the same two women that visited me years ago before I got into metaphysics. I then woke up.
Note: On the day after the dream (the 30th) we went to a nighttime activity at the Zoo by my cousin's house and when I looked up, there was the 'almost' full moon in the same spot in the sky I had seen it in my dream. It was cool, because we had gone to see a light show and it was an added treat.
Will come back w. details.
Night before last night (the 31st) had a keening experience of feeling the loss of my grandmother. In the dream I was crying because my grandmother was gone. I was crying, disconsolate. A group of people were laughing at me. I ignored them because I was immersed in my own emotion. One of them attacked me. Someone else defended me (physically) but they wanted me to stop. I couldn't, the immersion was too total. I woke up hearing myself crying, a keening that was coming from inside. As I awoke the feeling abated and went back into where it came from, and I was back to 'normal'. It was intense and baffling.
Last night I don't remember what I dreamt, got back home and just fell unconscious, literally.
This past week I've had a few dreams that were symbolic. I didn't post them before because I thought they were personally symbolic, but decided to do it in retrospect, to record just in case they mean something.
New Year's day- I was walking around my cousin's house (I was sleeping there in PMR) and was looking at the back yard. It was full of garbage. I flew to the neighbor's house, and found out they had strewn it in her yard because they were trying to make them move, or some other form of sabotage. I told her. Woke up, her by looks nothing like the one in my dream.
I also dreaded that she bought two duplexes and put them together. Not sure what that means, if anything.
A few days ago, I dreamed that we moved to our old house while owning our present home, and simultaneously owning a house that has been in previous dreams but that I've never been to in PMR. I was angry that we were going backwards in terms of the space and lifestyle, and was worried about our pets. I'm not sure what the NP house is about, other than a symbolic future.
In the last few days things have happened with my grandmother, but they've not been dreams. Just recording it for chronology purposes.
In the past two or three days (two at least) I've been woken up with the song in my head "Wake up, everybody. Join us in this Celebration"- an adaptation from an old Styx song. I don't listen to it and have no idea why I've been hearing this. At first I thought it had to do with the dream I was having, but I was actually having a nightmare when this song interrupted it and woke me up- in my head. This is a little weird.
The Original version: (the stanza I hear)
Light up everybody
Join us in this celebration
Light up and be happy
Sweet, sweet sounds will fill the air
My version says 'wake up' instead of 'light up'. I thought 'appropriate' the day before, today I thought 'WT...?'