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The night before last night, I was in some sort of expedition in the arctic or somewhere cold, and at some point I was looking down at a great abyss. I dropped something and it took a long time to go down, and I realized I was in some sort of space station, not on the surface, and I could see down to the earth. Then I woke up, thinking I was at the space station.
The day before yesterday:
I was in an ascending airplane, wondering why I was going to Brazil or somewhere that reminded me of Brazil. In the middle of the flight we started to descend into mountains. The mountains were all around us, and I thought we were crashing. I knew it, and all of a sudden the action stopped, as if frozen in place. I'm wondering if I'm dead, but I could see everyone in the plane as if nothing were happening. Then I had a quick, short superimposed vision of bodies and blood, smoke, etc. Then it was all 'normal'. At that point I thought we were dead but in another "reality", a "normal" simulation. I then tried to get out of the plane, and there was an opening, but when I tried to get through the opening there was a blinding light 'nothingness' outside, and I then wondered how I was going to get out of this environment. Then I thought of my house and found myself instantly transported there, but was dismayed to see that my family members could not see me, and I could not touch them. I became distressed and soon woke up.
Three dreams.
The first one had to do with some friends of mine, old ones and new ones superimposed on themselves. There were three of them and me. We were leaving school, I was driving in 'my' car. It wasn't my real car (or my previous cars). It was a golden car. They ask for a ride, I take them to 'work'. They ask me to stay with them. I refuse, I have to go home. They arrange to have my car stolen so I can't find it. I outsmart them and get my car, and drive back. On the way another car almost hits me but misses. I keep driving towards home and wake up.
Second dream.
The feral cat that we feed is in the back yard (as usual). He is clean and whole (he's actually filthy and has a lame foot.) and can fly or leap in high bounds. He has a second 'mirror' twin who does everything else too. Like a mirror. When I wake up I think Goldie the cat is on his way 'over the rainbow bridge'.
The third one:
I go to a grocery store. I have previous memory of having been there and having bought a white votive candle. The 'checkout clerk' is what looks like a priest or bishop dressed in white. He asks me if I want to buy a candle. I tell him I still have one that I previously bought. He leans over and tells me, smiling, that he'll give it to me for free if I dedicate it to him. I say ok. He gives me the candle. Both the candle and him were glowing. I then woke up, feeling, well, blessed.
SW and the talking head
I was told of a church that had a pastor who healed. When I got there w. my family, I saw an old friend. I was very surprised that she was there, as she is very new-agey. I thought she might be there like me, checking out if this guy was legit.
The service was your typical catholic mass, and I tried to explain communion as wacer to my son, aas I've raised him as non-denominationally as humanly possible. At the end of the service we exit the church, and a group (flock, lol) of girls see us and start coming over to greet us. The alpha girl starts to talk to me, and then suddenly stops, shuts her mouth, and starts to walk away from us quickly, and as soon as she gets some distance I can see a giant floating grimacing head with a black eye talking to her, whispering in her ear, paranoid-sounding things. I then look in the crowd for my friend, and I wonder if she can see what I see.
Hi CFT,Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
What is the SW standing for??
Love
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My friend's initials. I was very surprised to see her in a catholic church because she left her job as a Sunday school teacher because even though she believed in our religion's teachings, she couldn't deal with the dogma associated with religion in general. She used to be my son's teacher in church until things changed and she left. She is a personal friend now.
Thank you CFT for the reply.Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
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The first one- post apocalyptic dystopia, more like a pesonal 'walking dead' show.
We were in a room, or an apartment with a small group of people, some were being threatened by an old man who was quite malignant, who threatened rape and injury. (to all the women of the group, not me). I stood between him and many other women who were intimidated by him. They might have been sick, or mentally affected, I'm not sure why, but I was actively blocking his actions. Later then (or in another part of the dream) I went to the 'pool' to get some water. I got into it and was dismayed to find there was a dead dog in a section of the pool, one I had put my feet in and 'dug in' the muck. After rinsing my feet disgustedly, I looked down and I could see a pack of dogs 'nested' in some bushes down from the pool. I was wondering how to get back down to the living quarters without being mauled. I started descending the outdoor stairs that I had used to go up to the pool, when the dogs came at me. I started to talk to them with a high voice, saying stuff like 'good boy' and that type of stuff, and the dogs mellowed and became friendly. I went back to rescue someone from this predatory old man. The dream ended and I woke up to go to the bathroom.
I went to sleep again for about twenty minutes (now it was almost time to get up) and had this 'other' dream (or chapter of the same): I was outside in a similar space than in the previous dream, but the pool was one of two, and they were in the same level as the living quarters. I went to the pools, and the water was clean (or, no dead dog). I swim in the water but soon people are leaving the pool, because the predatory old man went into the water. I then go to the other pool, and can see both from up high- a split person perspective, I'm down there but can see from 'up there' at the same time, and the pool becomes more 'colored'- still clear, but the blue water is less blue than before, as if someone were peeing in it or something like that. I'm not concerned about it, in the same sense that in the first dream the water had become poisoned, here it was just 'less fresh'.
Either a two-parter, or two different dreams in the same environment.
I start with a dream in which I'm at a halloween party in a school. It kind of looks like my high school but the people in it were friends of mine from when I used to work at the electronics place. One of the guys in the dream (who I used to work with) was yelling at me to get out of bed because my brother was waiting for us. It was one of those dual-awareness experiences, I had the bed awareness and the dream awareness at the same time. I then woke up, got up briefly and got back to sleep, started sponging my legs as to not think of anything, trying to sleep some more as I had to get up two hours later. I went back to the same place but now there was a guy in one of the classrooms doing some sort of workshop. In it he was reading people, telling them things about themselves. As he spoke, I saw to my left a group of what looked like elves- beautiful nordic looking people, perfectly proportioned, around one foot tall each. They kind of flirted with me, letting me see them, and while I observed them (noticing their dress, and the fact that they were solid and interactive) the man then got my attention again. He asked me not to become a rabbi (I'm not jewish) and then told me my third eye was going to go back to seeing, and touched my forehead. I immediately woke up.
Was visited, knew the person, said no and shut the windows.
The dream before this one seems intresting �� didsomething in your third eye change since then?
Hi Cft,Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
What kind of symbol is window for you??....The person you knew you shut the window infront of....I´d like to hear more what kind of relationship you had to that person, if you may??
Window for me is a symbol of the unknown.
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To me a window is a portal to the 'outside'. I shut the window because he wasn't allowed in. He asked me if he could visit previously, but I hadn't answered. So I said no access.
Okay, thank you CFT. I don´t know why I get a feeling missing something here??!!Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
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There really is not much to tell.
Hi CFT,Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
Hope you do not feel I am harrassing you, but are you sure there was not something/someone behind him or around him??
Love
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No, we had briefly spoken about the possibility of his visiting, I told him that we needed to talk about it before, because there are places that are not open to visit (like my bedroom and my son's). We agreed to talk about it but hadn't gotten around to it. When I was visited, I assumed it was him and shut him out, because even though we hadn't talked about it, my bedroom is not 'open' to visits, and I firmly but gently told him he was not allowed in.
But now I'm not sure it was him- whoever it was, it was someone I knew, although I seem to have forgotten who it was. So to me it means it's someone I know, but not in 'this' reality. There was no fear, anger or malice, just me laying out the rules.
Okay, thank you CFT, some test it seam to be, of course not allow anyone into your bedroom what is so privat.....I was seeing when I read your note that there should have bean like a Little bird or some Little creature around or behind him, but if you did not notice and can not remember it is okay.Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
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Note from CF: It was a human man, and at the time I knew who it was.
I was at some sort of fair, dressed like a princess, and my house (my old house) was a cross between a castle and a farm. I had a lion who was always with me but as we walked down the street the lion got too rowdy and bit me. I then separated myself from the lion, and at some point I realized my princess outfit was a 'gag' costume, it was supposed to be an 'ironic' princess. I woke up as the scenery became less and less real, and the imagery couldn't be supported. I woke up kind of disappointed.
Almost forgot- I was in a schoolroom, giving a class in something, and I was talking about a festival called Wesak. I wrote it was supposed to be in Sept. 5. When I looked it up today it's a real thing, a buddhist festival. But this year it was in May. I was surprised it's a real thing.
Last week I had two experiences in which I saw Jesus (in two separate dreams on the same night) and the Archangel Michael. I don't remember what happened in the dream, it is very fuzzy. I just didn't want to forget to write it down.
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About three days ago I 'got fired' from this job I've had in my dreams, it was quite surprising. Not sure what it means. I had gotten more and more isolated from the company, and now only could access some rooms, others were closed to me. Then one morning I got to my bench, only to see someone else in it. When I asked what this was about, he told me he had been given my job. I was surprised, but not upset. Until I went to the parking lot and found my car wasn't there. I was told I no longer had clearance to park there any more, and I was walking around the parking lot, wondering how I was going to get home if I couldn't find my car, who had been supposedly towed away to a public part of the lot, which I of course couldn't find.
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Last night I had a very long dream in which I took a trip with my family, and we went to various places- where I was born, and places I don't remember ever been to. At some point I was in a train or plane (it was one of those long dreams with chapters, all having to do with traveling, in various conveyances) in which a man that seemed unsavory and was vaguely threatening took a liking to me and kept sitting next to me and flicking a knife. At some point he threatened my husband (or actually, me, by vaguely letting me know he wanted to harm my husband. The whole time I handled the guy until he did this, and I told him I wasn't afraid of his puny knife and if he threatenened my husband once again I would kill him- literally. He then continued to stick to me thoughout various 'chapters' of the dream. Even when the scenarios changed he didn't want to leave my side, and continued to show me his knife every now and then. At the end of the dream I decided to oblige him and I had a conversation with him, not scolding or chastising, only a normal conversation. He asked me about a piece of electronics he had picked up in some sort of place, and I explained to him what the electronic components did, and he smiled and left.
I had the feeling this dream was some sort of a test, I had to let go of preconceptions (he looked like a scary scumbag) and treat him like a normal person, and when I did, he left. His smile was no longer threatening, more like happy.
I was thinking the scary guy was a representation of your shadow. Just a thought.
:thumbsup:.
Two days ago, had a long dream about a man I had seen in one of my visits with my dad. This time he kept showing up wherever I went and kept talking to me. He said I had 'something' attached to me. He also said he was some sort of sorcerer. I kept thinking he was a fake and tried to ignore him. At some point we were at a dinner table with some other folks, and he started to talk 'to me', across the room, under his breath. At that moment I started to levitate in the way I used to when I was having those unpleasant 'abduction' experiences. I thought he said that whoever it was doing it was the being that was supposedly attached to me, but I thought whatever 'this' was was his doing. I then did a somersault (backwards flip) and got out of the effect of the lifting. I then mentally flipped him off, kind of winked at him and walked out of the room.
The day before yesterday: I dreamed my son had a son who looked just like him. I loved having two versions of him, the child and the man. I was very happy.
Last night (a nightmare) My husband had gone to church, to some sort of activity. In it was my minister (who is now deceased). It was supposed to be a pajama party, but the pajamas I had on were some very old and ragged ones I had disposed of years ago. I was embarrassed about the pajamas, and looked in a huge satchel I was carrying, and there was a rainbow-colored sundress inside. I wanted to go in the bathroom and wear it, but no one seemed to notice my rags, except me. My husband and I started to walk out to the parking lot. Except that this version of the church was on a mountaintop (not so in real life) and there were many precarious roads going down to the parking lot. Like it was under constructions, with paths that went nowhere, and boulders in precarious places here and there. I was having a hard time getting down, as I was now wearing the sundress (a little thing, I felt that my arse was exposed) and high heel sandals, which made walking very difficult and slow. At some point my husband jumps down a small cliff and says he's going to go get the car, but I can't follow him, and I turn to the side, looking for steps or less steep terrain. I slowly make my way down, in a winding and difficult path, until I make it to flat land. There are bushes in front that I have to go through to the other side, but when I get through, I am no longer on the church parking lot, I am on the parking lot of the university I went to (the first time)- or its dream equivalent. In the dream, the university had three exits, and the exit I had come out of was in the opposite direction from the church street, it was far removed from where we had come out of.
I started to look for my cellphone inside the satchel, when I remembered giving it to my husband at some point, Now I was lost, with no way of telling him where I was.
I saw two people in this parking lot, and asked if I could use their cellphone. They said no and laughed as if I were crazy for asking. I then tried to explain my situation, and asked if they could then call my husband and tell him where I was, and they were considering it (or 'fake' considering it). I realized they were probably not going to call, but I shouted out his phone number anyway, and what came out of my mouth was the business line of my house, and I realized no one was there, and no one was going to get that message until he went home. I was forlorn, thinking he was going to go around the parking lot and not find me, and I wondered if he was just going to go home and leave me there.
I woke up very distressed, and this brought up some feelings that were buried deep down.
Last week: world coming at us
Last night: seeding intention.
Will come back to this.
I hardly record my dreams any more because they're usually repetats of the same thing. But this morning it was different.
In this dream I went to visit a group of people, a sect, that was housing the human Jesus. According to the info that was given to me (I don't think any dream character 'told' me, it was more of a download) that Jesus had never died, that he was more than 2000 years old, in the same body he had. They told me he had so much light that it was visible- he glowed literally, and looked old, not young (as you would imagine) and had to live in a monastery/ashram because if people knew he was alive, they would attack or pester him.
I then saw a man of light, more of a silhouette, and woke up feeling really really happy.
I'm sorry I didn't get that , repeats of what? , aren't dreams always different? , are you prone to getting the same dreams over and over again?Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
Yes. Practically all of my dreams are of my deceased parents, 'visits to see' how they're getting on on the other side, or of home building and extending. I kind of know what this is about so I don't bother writing them down. The themes are recurring, with the same kinds of images.
Here's the three main themes:
Visiting my loved ones on the other side
Building a house (or rather, building new rooms or discovering unexplored rooms that I hadn't seen yet)
And, finding that my 'new' house is connected to a shopping mall, via a secret passageway. This one is kind of tricky (you're welcome to take a crack at it) but I think I have an idea of what it's about.
Really? do cue me in , I'd love to know what a house connected to a shopping mall via a secret passage means.Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
One possibility is that my grandmother used to live on the second story of a small shopping center, and we would go downstairs to buy comic books and candy when we stayed with her- so the idea of 'my house' being connected to a shopping mall speaks to a longing for simpler times, especially since my grandma was the most loving person in my family and I miss her terribly.
Another possible symbolic meaning is that my house represents my being, and I have a public persona, which is reflected in the connection to a public place- a shopping mall.
Ok so here's my take on the "house connected to shopping mall via secret passage"
A house represents a "dwelling or abode for the spirit" , the "secret passage" as opposed to an open one represents a personalized "access" to a shopping mall which is a place where "various items necessary to make a living are made available" .
Take together that means that wherever your spirit resides you will have access either to information or communication to your spirit necessary to further yourself.Since it's secret it's not readily available to most.
Hmmm. Interesting.
Two days ago, almost forgot to jot it down.
Began like the usual 'house' dream, except my cousin told me that she had built an exact replica of the house we grew up in, except that the second story is made of wood and the original concrete house is the first floor.
I wake up, and am told about being in the house (I was in it, but not in my old room.) I wake up, and see some of the birds I used to keep (these are a recurring theme, needing to feed birds and having to find food for them.) I get up, see the birds are loose (I had left the cages open so they could fly free,) and there is a mix of the old birds I used to have, and my present cats. They seemed to get along, but I start walking around the house looking for the birdseed and the water, and trying to remember where I had put the cages. In the dream is usually in some attic. In previous dreams I find the birdseed and wake up just before feeding them. This time as I start walking around trying to figure out the layout of the 'new' place, I see my old room, and open the door, and see a man that could be my dad in the room. Then I look again and it's a different person. My cousin then told me that the house is to shelter people who need help, so someone else is in 'my' room, and one of the windows that my room used to have is a door to another room (which is not right). So I get out of the house and come out to the mall (the usual mall that is connected to the house) and I decide to go get some birdseed for the birds. Two things that should bother me but don't: 1-One of the birds looks like part of her face has been whitened, as if something had happened to her (a cataract eye) and lack of coloration in her feathers. I figure it's from old age as it's been a long time. Since I was in the 'second' floor, there is a staircase in the front of the house, I go down it to get to the opening that connects to the mall. I then wake up.
I haven't posted in a long time because my dreams are usually unremarkable or decipherable. But this one is kind of weird.
I was dreaming I was in the past (80s-90s) in the house we used to live in (I'm starting to see a pun here as I write this) before we moved to our present house. I was sitting in the old living room in dim light (It was nighttime outside and I was reminiscing about the 'good old times' (that never happened) and a memory came back to me, in which Hugh Laurie was visiting us, as he used to do when I was younger. Memories came flooding back of when I was younger, and he lived up the street in which we used to live and how he used to come by and we'd have the most delightful and interesting conversations. Of course he had a different accent and voice that he has in real life, and I've never met him nor hope to, but the memories seemed real- there was a sweet nostalgia to this memory, as if we had been great friends, and I missed him and wished he hadn't become a famous actor. This was so weird that I woke up wondering if this was a real memory for one or two seconds when I remembered who I am and what my past was. The mind is weird.
In all the dreams I remember for the last month or so I end up going to the 'other side' to find no one is there. And about two or three months ago (before the pandemic started) I had a dream about having almost all my soul aspects ready to go except two, that were hoarding karma instead of just getting their rewards. In the dream, they had done everything they wanted to do, but instead of getting whatever reward they could get, they were hoarding it for some reason and it was holding me up. The crazy thing is that this involved 'not' getting a reward instead of getting it already. Then the pandemic started and I'm not sure what this mean.
One more thing I may have mentioned before: In a dream vision my mom told me not to call her 'up' any more or I might bring up someone else. This was a year ago so I may have mentioned it. I was nonplussed because I had not been calling her (yet). With how things are now, I have to tell myself not to talk to her because of that previous vision.
Two mornings ago I had my first disaster dream, a surprise that it took this long.
I was on the wing of an airplane looking at the stars, marveling at the fact that I could see a wonderful star shower. Then when we got to the island, I now was on top of the car, not in it like everyone else, still looking at the meteor shower, when one of them got too big and hit the earth, to the right of me, which I interpreted to be East of San Juan. I expected a flash and a big noise, but it didn't come, and I woke up as I wondered what this meant.
2 nights ago I dreamed I was getting ready for a wedding or formal party. The only people in it were my deceased family. They were asking me if I wanted to send my brother and his ex a card inviting them. The cards were black and red, like some sort of abstract Tarot card. I said "of course", irritated at the implication. When I woke up I had the distinct feeling I'm next.
This morning I was dreaming I was at a party in a hotel that my husband's family was throwing. I had busied myself with some work (at the party) to avoid 'just hanging'. I went to another part of the hotel to see about some costumes when someone yelled "tidal wave" and just as I was going to ask for clarification water just started coming in a second later. I tried to run to the party hall but it was too slippery and I found myself waking up as I tried to run in the slick floor.
The nightmares are back. I am forced to face certain things that have happened before, as to let me known there's nothing left unattended that will be ignored. This is unbearable. Why can't I forget anything? I have good insight as to the meaning of most of my dreams, it's as if I'm forced to feel things I don't want to feel in the dreamstate. Enough of this.
What I can see, especially on this forum, is enormous increase in nightmares, me included.
(But I think I mostly worked it out, so that they are very rare now - at least in their litaral form; certain techniques and approach help).
I'm investigating this subject for months now, however, I have certain observations and conclusions already, one of those being that we (people, especially with the 6th and possibly 7th, but also, interestingly, 2nd, energy centers activated) are under massive, negative influence (I shy away from using a word "invasion" yet) on the planet at lower astral levels, or whatever name you wish to assign it to those.
I agree, but not necessarily in the same way- negative energy. My clairvoyance has been at an all time low for the last two years, and the last time I saw my mother in dream/visitation she told me to not try to contact her, because it probably would not be her.Quote:
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Last night I had the type of dream with my father I used to get when he had just passed- a recurrent one that always left me perplexed. He is on the other side, but has been resuscitated, and will not tell what happened when he was dead.
Now he's back (in my dreams in the 'dead zone', having been back for the second time. It is a weird thing and I don't really know what it means, but it doesn't feel good.
I like seeing him again but I can't understand the whole 'being back after being back after being dead' thing. A number of friends have interpreted this for me, but I never 'get' it. It's just strange and discomfiting.
Do you have any suspicions why your clairvoyance got stuck?Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
I don't dare speculate, but I think I was blocked from seeing things that would make me upset. Last year was a doozy, not just from the collective, but because of stuff happening with my family. I was very close to the breaking point, if you get my drift.
I do think now that my dream with my dad was some way of letting me know that slowly things are being restored, or reorganized, in a way that will make sense. But it's just a hunch for now.
About two weeks ago I had a dream about dad. I don't dream of him often but have learned that when I do something is going to happen in the family. The time before (about last year) I dreamed of him (in the dream, he was watching us from afar, like in a parking lot) and one of my siblings got cancer, and another one needed bypass surgery, all in the same year. So approx. last month I dreamed that he was sitting outside of a house that reminded me of my grandmother's house, and he was sitting in a bench, and he was fading. Not 'ghostlike' fading, but more like someone who is enveloped by fog, but without the fog, just the blur where his face and head would be. Then the next day of the dream, I received a distressed call, to which I reacted poorly.
I'm writing this down because on checking on my old dreams from 2010 I discovered a lot of the dreams were precognitive, so way ahead of when events actually happened that I had forgotten about them. If I hadn't written them down here, I would not have realized this.
This morning:
I am having a flying dream and come upon a landscape in which I see my old house, that is being refurbished. The outside patio is now a large shallow pond, and there are dogs and cats wading in it. When I get close I see R. doing some construction and there is a young man I don't recognize carrying some lumber and construction equipment. I see R. working on a second house, and I am told my s. is in the first house waiting for them to finish building her a house. I express skepticism at R. working hard, as he's never been a hard worker. I tell the young man that this is a dream (I am lucid) and he says "no, this is reality." I tell him "how can this be reality if I'm flying?" and he says "no, you're standing." All of a sudden I'm standing on the ground and can't fly. I still know I'm dreaming but have lost my floating ability. I wonder if this is his dream or if he's psyched me out. I continued to walk along with him and talk, amazed at the insights about life he has, and I'm happy they're taking care of her. I wake up happy and somewhat relieved. I feel like this dream is significant, which is why I'm writing it down.
I'm pretty much sure, to be honest, that lucid dreams, dreams in general, and even experiences like OBE just as Robert Bruce teaches are actually manipulations of non-physical entities. They can be in a way treated as an alternative - more aware - experience in comparison to dreams. Just yesterday I also had a lucid dream which was very realistic: I was in a strange cave with a narrow path along a deep abbyss, in distance I saw 3 not big dogs. I didn't want them to see me, but they did see me, and I didn't want them to go in my direction, but one of them started to not only gaze at me but also started to go in my direction. I didn't want it so badly so I shaked my head and woke up in the next moment - I mean I shaked my head like for a purpose, like it was a magic trick which awakens me after doing that, which seemed very intriguing.Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
That's a belief I don't share. Anything can be manipulated, but your dream is your dream, and the psychological aspects line up with waking reality in my life. But I see your point.
Anyway, yesterday's dream:
Recurring bird dream, with water.
I was at my old neighborhood, and had just escaped from a bad situation. I was in a neighbor's house (front porch) 3 doors up from mine. I found someone was washing ducklings in a washer on the roof of a house. I was taking the ducklings out of the washer and chastising who was doing it.
Then I looked downhill, and could see my house and the house next door (which had the washer up in the roof) going, flooded. All three houses had waterfalls coming down the roof of the three houses. I started yelling at the washing machine people to cut off the water, and I woke up. The birds were happy, flying away.
Hi, CFTravelerQuote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
I see this is your normal dream journal, but I can't find anywhere your OBE journal or other users OBE journals as well. Can you post some links, I'm really interested in those.
It no longer exists. I was trimming the forum and made a big miscalculation in the date selection and it deleted all of it. Luckily I had a partial backup and put some experiences in my facebook page. It really has nothing exciting, but it is something. Also unfortunately, it's spread out in a few entries. If you'd like I can link to what I have, but I promise you it's not interesting at all. From 2010 on the OBEs became very repetitive, and I think my dreams were more interesting. Which makes me glad to not have messed this one up, because I'm finding a lot of precognition in many of those dreams, that I didn't see when I was writing them down. In fact, I don't remember many of those dreams, if I hadn't written them down I wouldn't even know I pre-saw some things.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sh@dow
I will pass on that offer, as I don't use Facebook. Sometimes is better that experiences are boring or mundane, because not everyone can stomach some of the more bizarre ones, I'm talking from personal experience as one of my more higher experience gave me a PTSD and I'm grateful that the string of experiences in 2011 has ended, then and there, because results were alarming, real people have died but thankfully I jumped on my next journey, but shadows in closet cannot be forgotten. So maybe be grateful to have boring experiences because they can be a bliss. As for me let say I rather want to not see what I saw, but I cannot unseen it.Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler