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I've had a recurring dream for years- I am on the way to the beach, and have all kinds of obstacles (too many varieties of them to mention) and I always wake before I get there- sometimes it turns into a 'fake scenario' type of thing (see the 'cohesion thread' for more info) but this morning, finally, I ended two of them.
From my dream journal:
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Ah! You finally took the plunge!
I'm interested to see what happens now in the non-dream world. ;)
Second in a row*. This a little bit different. So I should say two very similar dreams, also in the early morning.
My husband's : He was talking to me, only now I was his sister. I was telling me about some dating problems I was having. He was trying to give me advice, because I was his sister.
My dream: We were in a cabin, staying for the weekend or something like that. We were trying to sort out who would sleep where, and where the beds were. My sister was now in someone else's body (she now had red hair and was very thin). She had switched bodies with someone else. However, the body she was using had a twin sister. So now we were looking for an extra bed as there was this extra 'sister' to put up.
I was telling her that 'any sister of my sister's was my sister too' (or something equally inane). Then we found a couch where she could sleep.
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*The first dream is in the OBE section, in my journal.
What do you mean by shared dream?
For two nights in a row my hubby and I have had different versions of the same dream.
Mishell,
People use the term "shared dream" to denote a combined or unified dream experience between one or more person which may or may not be lucid. For example, you might become lucid in a dream and recognize individuals that you know, while at the same time they are dreaming and may recognize you in their dreams as well. Thus, the combined dream experience could be seen as a means of telepathic communication. (Note that only one or a subset of the people may be lucid. Also note that each individual's subconscious may still be projecting their individual dream images upon their experience, which may cause different perceptions of scenery, characters and plot, even though their dreams are actually "shared".)
Children are often taught by their parents that their dreams are merely imagination which strictly occurs in their own minds and no one else’s. I remember one experience when I was five or six years old when my younger sister and I tried to explain to my mother that we both had a shared dream experience and that we were fully aware of what had happened. But my mother tried to convince the two of us that this was simply silly nonsense by explaining to us that we had different recalls of what happened, and that we both had additional dreams of the other that only one person remembered.
However, people who are more experienced in astral projection will say that dreams occur in the astral dimension, and often those who have a higher degree of consciousness and lucidity may travel to a more refined area of the astral dimension where they may interact with other lucid dreamers.
My brother & had had a shared dream when we were children and seemed to dream exactly the same thing.
We were flying in a 'God Squad' of angels sorting out trouble. We were flying over the sea and came over a port. The port was a semi circle shape and had gun turrets on each end of the semi circle. These gun turrets were putting out tracer fire (it was night time or at least dark). There were ships coming into the harbour in formation.
When I've mentioned this to some people they think it may have been a battle from World War 2 that we were picking up somehow because it seemed familiar. One of our uncle's was in the air force and didn't come back.
A dream that people share- can be identical, or close enough according to perspective. For example, I once dreamt that I had been kidnapped. My dream consisted in trying to escape and worrying that my husband was going to worry because I didn't show up to our meeting. He, at the same time, was dreaming that we were supposed to meet and I didn't show up, so he started looking for me. They were different dreams, but about the same thing, and if it were happening in the physical, chances are that's how it would be perceived.
I suppose I would call your version 'lucid shared dream', because you both realize you're dreaming in the same environment, and my version would be 'nonlucid shared dream', because the similarity of the context is enough that I think we 'went' to the same place, even though there was no awareness of the state.
apparently dream sharing is not as uncommon as you may think. it is also to note, some of the dream characters you experience are someone you know,(but disguised/or looks different as someone else you may or may not know) and not an aspect of yourselves. i dont really know why this happens, but i think it is to do with the intent or state of the other person or your perception of them at that time. this especially relates to precogs/information purposes.
Last night (or this morning) I dreamed that I was looking at the sky. (Earlier in the night I was RV'ing stars, as I sometimes do)- so in my dream I start to see three predominant features in the sky: Regular fluffy white clouds, Angelic looking clouds, and small black vortexes whirling around and some black clouds. I watched as they danced and interacted with each other. As they interacted a man was 'explaining to me' what I was seeing. As I watched I saw the black vortexes turning some white clouds black, but then the white angelic clouds started changing the black clouds back to 'regular' fluffy white clouds. Then the angelic clouds went to the black vortexes and upon contact the vortexes turned into angelic white clouds and then those angelic clouds went around turning the black clouds white and the other black vortexes into angelic white clouds. Pretty soon they were all angelic white clouds (no vortexes of any kind). Then the narrator explained that the angelic clouds could turn the vortexes into other angelic clouds, and could also turn the black clouds into white clouds.
Then he said that the black vortexes could not change angelic clouds, only regular clouds. Therefore, eventually all clouds would be regular white clouds and all angelic forces would be of the 'fluffy white' kind.
It looked like a really good CGI animation, not cartoonlike, even though it expressed like a game.
Then I woke up, around 4am.
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something to look forward to... :)
Just out of interest, have you considered asking why the narrative voice decide to explain this to you?
So - what is it saying... The touch of "good" can heal any "corruption"? And that there is some "good" that cannot be "corrupted"?
I think that is a message of hope.
Oliver
In the dream we were both there, I suppose I must have asked. I get a lot of narrative dreams, those are usually either precognitive or recognizable as dream lessons.Quote:
Originally Posted by gift
Of course, the dream guy that was explaining things could have been the aspect of me that likes to explain things. My animus, probably.
I don't know how related this is, but you gotta see it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-uFt...98F6B&index=14
I think it's at the end of that video (he has about 500 minutes of video on youtube, it's a 45 video series) and into the next few videos.
In his series, he's explaining his unified field theory that's currently in peer review. He begins (in the first video) explaining how he was inspired a number of times by metaphysical experiences, as well as ancient architecture. A large part of his calculations include sacred geometry, including the star of david, which can be reproduced as fractals and visually represent how you can have infinite potential in a finite boundary.
He goes on to explain how everything is black holes; our universe is a giant black hole, we are made of black holes. we are a microcosm/fractal of the universe, in other words, we are the universe experiencing itself. anyway, it's very good work and worth checking out.
In the video I linked above, he's explaining how white black holes and dark black holes radiate in and out of each other.
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Originally Posted by sleeper
*Astral kiss*
As usual, you are a fountain of information.
Of course this means that I have to watch the other 44 videos to get the full picture and do some research on black holes. Fortuntely I'm bizarrely interested in physics so I don't have to research too much. :D .
Maybe I should contact prof. Haramein- maybe we can come up with a video game with my imagery and his theories. Mucho $$ for me. :)
Now back to reality. Very interesting.
Let me attempt to try and interpret this, excuse me if it isn't in the usual jargon as i'm quite new to AP and this site. I believe that all interpretation of genuine dreams and visions are obtained from the source of all life; and with the little that I understand of that source - here goes...(feel free to correct me if you feel i'm wrong.)
Dreams are usually threefold in their meaning; meaning that they relate to our inner environment, our immediate environment i.e family, work, community etc..... and the world that we live in. I believe, and i'm sure you'd agree that as human beings we are on a journey on this physical plane, and our end goal should be to reach the highest level of consciousness that we possibly can - for me that means purity in it's highest form. When we were children we were at our purest that we have known whilst we have been here, therefore being more intuitive and "locked in" to that pure spirit from which we came. We grow older, accumulate experiences and get drawn in to the environment of "this place" therefore becoming disconnected - not completely though. Within us we all have the ability to make the correct choices to regain this level of purity and eventually beyond, with some extra help once we move past our ego's and get stuff like pride (as opposed to humble) out of the way and ask the source what that help is. Or we can get drawn into the environment further. Whichever way, through these accumulative experiences and according to how we process them we tap into levels of wisdom (environmental + pure) which we use to carve our paths through life (call it power of varying degrees if you like.)
As we know, the way things are designed (internally and externally) things have an affect on one another; what is absolute cannot be changed. I believe that once we begin to align things to that absolute, or source, and start to live from the frame of reference of how that source created us and therefore sees us - therefore us knowing what is 'expected' of us according to how we were designed - instead of our own understanding as human beings (or lack thereof); our lives, communities and the rest of the world would be jolly good.
Very basic though, and i'm aware that everybody has different belief systems of which I love to hear about as i'm sure you are too. Please expand/correct me on this if need be.
So in your interpretation the angelic beings would be the most aligned with the absolute?
Very interesting.
I hope it's the right interpretation.
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Quite simply, yes.
The reason I asked you if you asked the narrative voice "why?" is because I usually have dreams like this (obviously not exactly) when i'm being called to a higher dimension of life, meaning there's probably stuff within me that i've completely ignored and are being highlighted in order for me to bring them up to scratch with the rest otherwise it will provide a basis for me to react irrationally rather than respond accordingly. Or things that are just mediocre that need to be maximised.
In terms of the immediate environment and the rest of the world, maybe a sign of good things to come. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon....
I was working at some sort of deli (I wasn't 'me' me.) I told the people I worked with that I had the impression that we would be held up or killed or something bad, so they locked the doors. Then I cut an outline of a state. I haven't looked to see which one it is but it was a Northeastern (or eastern, anyway) state from how the cut was placed on a book I had). Then I inserted a pin on the door, and took a huge sandwich with me. It was as big as an encyclopedia book. I was amazed at it's size. (It was chicken salad, lol) So we leave the deli and I'm walking down the street (at night) and this guy approaches me and asks for food for his dog, whose name was 'Caruso.' The dog had a dog body and a human face (creepy) and instead of barking said "Caruso! Caruso!". The guy took a chunk of chicken from my sandwich and gave it to the dog who ate it. I was annoyed, because I hadn't replied to the man yet (even though it was my intention to give him a piece, it was his presumption that bothered me.) I told him off and walked away.
Try to make sense of that. :?
Maybe in your other life (occurring right now) you live in the northeast and work at a deli. The place occurring at the same time as we are here now intake lots more food and hence do not require dieting so massive sandwiches of epic proportions are staple for your diet there.. as well as Caruso-speaking human faced dogs and telepathic passersby LMAO that was great stuff CF sounds like one that I would have!Quote:
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I think I'm going to start posting the weirder or significant of my dreams here. Not sure if I'll do it in journal form yet.
But here we go:
I fell asleep after a clumsy spontaneous projection.
Started dreaming I was in a marina. It's architecture wasn't normal, there were many piers or walks going around and we were walking looking at the water and a man was telling us about the intelligent dolphins. (I'd blame Drunvalo for this, but I asked my HS to tell me what I could believe about the channeled information in the book I'm reading that he wrote). This guide and my son and I were looking. The guide looked like the guy from Heroes, The senator (Peter Petrelli's brother, whose name I've forgotten) and all of a sudden this gigantic 35 foot long humanoid looking dolphin jumped up in the air. He was telling us these guys are not friendly and are extremely aggressive. I see it quickly swimming towards us and we're way out there in the water. So we start running away, and I see next to the giant dolphin there is this really fast swimming hippopotamus. It looked gigantic. I tell them to run and I try to stay behind and try to get their attention, to distract the dolphin and the hippo from them- but it doesn't work- they ignore me and go for them, very fast, faster than I can run. When I run I see the dolphin and the hippo reach them, and then all of a sudden the hippo splits in half, showing he wasn't a real hippo, but a vessel of some sort, and some people jump out, snatch them and bring them in. I keep running trying to catch up, and then there's a fade out, and I'm in some sort of an underground installation.
I go into this room and there's senator Petrelli telling my son that he has to inject this needle in his own trachea so he can have some sort or breathing thing installed so he can breathe under water. I try to stop this, but when I reach them both turn around and they have these little white squares with holes in the front. I'm shocked, and wake up.
So I got up, started to make breakfast, when my husband tells me he had this dream/nightmare.
And it goes like this:
I'm working at a marina, and he goes to the office I'm supposed to be working in. Someone tells him that some guy came in a boat and I went for a ride with him, and never came back. He gets really mad and scared, and doesn't know what to do.
He wakes up and meets me for breakfast in the kitchen.
Note: I don't work in a marina, it's not even in the remotest possibility, and I had no similar dreams lately- I assumed (and still think) that my asking what I asked brought me to this symbol. What blows me away is my husband's dream. Maybe he projected to the same thing and gave it his own bent?
Hmm.
Last night I projected for the first time in about a month. There was nothing special about the projection (that I remember at least), but it shortly led into a false awakening. In this dream, I remember being underwater, not sure which way was up, and trying hard to breath through the water, suffocating.
And today I came on the forums and read OlderWiser's post about weird synchronicity involving the "Beyond Enlightenment. Warning...Not for Sissies" thread popping up again after reading it recently, and thinking how I love it when strange 'coincidences' like that happen, and how I wished it would happen to me more often. Right after that, I read a new post about breathing in the astral body. And then I read this!
Cool eh? :D
Unfortunately I don't remember anything else from that dream, other than that it started with me waking up in the shower
Definitely sounds that way to me! Has that happened often where you share a projection with someone you know? It's happened to me, that experience brought me to this forum actually. Something I won't actually post about here but anyway it's along the same vein of what happened to you. Very cool!Quote:
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We dream in tandem occasionally, and once I pulled him out. So I suppose it's not that strange.
Last night I found myself in what I thought was another planet. it was a water planet, yet there was some surface areas. People in it were having some sort of war, and the war was to choose which of the 'waterlords' would be their masters. They appeared to be addled, as if they were hypnotized or programmed. Then I found myself walking along some ruins. In the ruins I picked up some trash on the floor, and in it I could see brochures that were old, and in them there were pictures of advertising. The advertising had pictures of people dressed in 'corporate' clothing (three piece suits) except they were floating underwater. The company was a genetics company that altered humans (or created them) and each brochure had 'different' models of them. They were men and women in three piece suits floating underwater, as in an aquarium. Then (in typical dream fashion) I started to recognize those people as the 'gods' that had caused people to fight each other, to be controlled or dominated by them.
I realized it was a farce, that these people were not 'gods', and they didn't come from anywhere else ( some people thought they were aliens, or 'gods' ), they were engineered to impress people into giving the company who designed them all the power. And it seemed to work, because the scenario seemed wrong and the world seemed destroyed.
And at some point I realized this was not another planet.
This is notable for me, because I usually don't have strong emotion when I dream, but this one was a doozy.
Interpretations are welcome.
In this dream I was in some sort of 'underworld'. The light was low, and it seemed as if everyone in the dream was dead. I would classify it as a projection, but I had very limited lucidity (I knew I was supposed to learn something, but I did not know I was dreaming), so I'll call it a dream.
I was told I had to face the death of someone. I was in a 'funeral' of sorts, except it was nighttime, there was a cave that opened up to the seaside at night (a very creepy environment) and I had to traverse a system (like a labyrinth) and go through some things. I was supposed to walk a line with some people and face a person who was dead and lying in a coffin/bed/platform.
I was paralyzed with terror and did not want to go through this process and follow this line. I tried, I followed some of the people that were in line in front of me, but when I got to the place where I knew where the body was, the terror I felt was so severe I stepped away and got out of there. The 'funny' thing is that I almost knocked over and went by some dead bodies that were lying in part of the 'maze' I was going through to get out of there. This was terrifying, except the dead bodies were more 'circusy' than grisly and I wasn't scared of them. I was, however, scared of seeing the one dead body I was supposed to see.
It was the dead body of a former coworker of mine, who died over 14 years ago, and who I have some history with. I'll add this part of my life history at the end.
Anyway, I couldn't face seeing my friend dead, and I was advised that I was supposed to pay my respects, but I just couldn't. At this time I was accompanied by people advising me on what I 'should' do.
I left there, and when I thought I was safe, I went to another place, where there was a guy walking towards another place, sort of waiting for me- looked like it was maybe a cafeteria or a mall food court. He was walking in front of me and guiding me somewhere else, and I was following him. As he walked in front he harassed some other guys as we walked by, and we rounded a corner to go to wherever we were going. He was exhibiting some inappropriate behavior, and I thought it was weird. Then without warning, some guys were waiting for us as we got to where we were going, pulled out a knife and killed him. I think they sliced his throat, or something like that. All I could see was blood and him collapse. The guys were laughing maniacally and had old-fashioned 'ducktails' type hairdos, (Fonzy style). I was hysterical at this point and woke up. As I woke a voice whispered in my ear, something 'clinical' sounding, but I don't remember what it said. I was shaken up for a while, and the fear was quite visceral.
Note: The person who died was a coworker of mine, only she died a long time ago, and we were not very close, but got along well. The most notable thing about the event of her death is that I spontaneously projected to her funeral, and it was confirmed by another coworker who also projected to her funeral (both of us at the same time). We knew about each other because we had a third friend in common which we both told our stories to. We ended up having lunch and comparing notes. Then, a mutual friend of ours who actually went to the funeral was able to confirm the images both of us described in our separate experiences. This however, happened over 14 years ago, so I don't know why I dreamed about her all this time afterwards. (And I actually didn't see the dead friend, I just dreaded having to.)
What was the cause of your co-worker's death?
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So, in real life you dreaded to see your dead friend. Then, in non-physical reality you are told that you have "to face the death of someone." This someone turns out to be your friend again.Quote:
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Seems like this is a case where this old thing is brought up again in order to be resolved, possibly to allow you to move on to another stance towards death, present in its most visible form. Unless you've seen someone's dead body death is kind of abstract. At least in my experience from way back.
Oliver
*Racking my brain*
It may have been asthma, pleurisy or even lung cancer.
I remember she used to work at the office where I worked, as the bookkeeper and we used to chat. For some reason other people were afraid of her but we got along very well. Then her health began to deteriorate, and she started to do some of the work from her house. Then a new bookkeeper was hired (who later became my friend) and they both collaborated online. There was a seminar happening (going back, I was 34 at the time, I'm 51 now.) We were going to be roommates, and at the last moment, she canceled. When we came back from the seminar we had word she had deteriorated and was retiring. Then, a few months later she passed away. At the time one of our other workmates had moved in with her and was looking after her. She passed not soon after.
Since she had no relatives in Florida her roommate went with the body to where her children lived (I think it may have been Connecticut), and the rest of us stayed.
The weekend of her funeral I came to in a car, going somewhere and seeing a snowy landscape. I could see the people in the car and the landscape going by, as if I were one of the people in the car. Then I could see the people in an outside setting in the snow.
The next day I told my friend (A.) who worked in the same office about my strange dream. I'm not sure why I told her but there was something 'different' about this dream.
She then freaked out a little and told me that our friend (K.) had a similar dream, from the same vantage point- the traveling through the snowy landscape, and the funeral scene.
We got together and compared notes, and then talked to R., her roommate who had actually gone to the funeral. He described the car trip, the funeral and some details that coincided with both our experiences.
I realized that I was experiencing what R. was experiencing. K. also was there, but her experience was more like an old-fashioned OBE. I was seeing the scene from R's eyes.
Oliver, since this I have faced the death of many of my relatives, including my father and my grandmother, who I loved very deeply.
I do realize there was some 'learning' in this, and it had to do with 'facing death'- however, other than the fact that I chose to not go to the funeral, I didn't really know this person closely enough to be personally affected. I do realize that I have issues that I have to deal with, but why this person is still somewhat a mystery to me.
Maybe because she is someone from my 'past' life- I have since reinvented myself, and maybe because I never said a proper goodbye to her.
Maybe it's not literally about that particular friend and her real death. Maybe in the dream she represents something else, like an aspect of yourself or something from that time in your life? Just a thought.
I'll have to think about that.
Last night I discussed the possibilities about the dreams with my husband.
As usual, he didn't remember M. as it was a long time ago.
I've tried to think what she would represent to me, and I'd say it would be someone I admired (what I knew about her anyway-) she didn't take bs from people and was a strong female. Like I 'wanted to be like when I was her age'- the funny thing is that I'm her age probably now, or close.
Last night: The last dream, the one I woke up to:
I was being chased, and I had a level of fear (not abject terror like the night before) and I ran and ran. I ran so much and for so long that I even thought to myself that my dream self must have lost weight, with all this running. (I had enough lucidity to know I was dreaming, but not enough to stop running. Or to question why I was running. I just felt I had to. Then I woke up, already tired.
I think after this I'm going to take a short nap, I have a long day ahead of me.
Or at least a long early afternoon.
Yes I get the same feeling about your dream CF. Be brave and step up to the plate about death or a major ending of something in your life.Quote:
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Could this possibly be interpreted on the flipside as being afraid of a new beginning?
Maybe it is just about this specific death. Maybe it had a significance to you that others had not? Was the person for example your age, so closer to your own feeling of mortality?
I mean, I buried father, uncle, grandmother, all close, but I think it would still feel very different if it was a classmate from school...
Oliver
She was much older than I, but now I'm approaching the age she was when she passed.
This is a difficult one, CF. Feel free to reject anything/everything if it feels incorrect. Now I've just reviewed it, I realise everyone else has just about covered it any way and there's not much to add.
To me this is usually that most suppressed deep within our subconscious.Quote:
In this dream I was in some sort of 'underworld'.
Again, something that had not surfaced consciously and that you, therefore, were only dimly aware of. You thought it was something dead and buried.Quote:
The light was low, and it seemed as if everyone in the dream was dead.
ILow light works as a low lucidity indicator in my dreams.Quote:
would classify it as a projection, but I had very limited lucidity (I knew I was supposed to learn something, but I did not know I was dreaming), so I'll call it a dream.
Of course, this is also the reality of our own deaths or deaths of our various roles/identities too.Quote:
I was told I had to face the death of someone.
IEven if we think we've consciously accepted the reality of our own deaths and transitions, I believe we suppress fears and create barriers that we will subsequently have to face. The company may suggest the universal nature of this experience or the multiple levels/aspects of self at which we acknowledge this reality.Quote:
was in a 'funeral' of sorts, except it was nighttime, there was a cave that opened up to the seaside at night (a very creepy environment) and I had to traverse a system (like a labyrinth) and go through some things. I was supposed to walk a line with some people and face a person who was dead and lying in a coffin/bed/platform.
Perhaps the various "deaths" you've already experienced - and by this I mean big personal transitions in your own life- seem insubtantial compared to the current transition or the one that has just happened that you're not ready to "look at" and acknowledge, that you cannot move forward on.Quote:
I was paralyzed with terror and did not want to go through this process and follow this line. I tried, I followed some of the people that were in line in front of me, but when I got to the place where I knew where the body was, the terror I felt was so severe I stepped away and got out of there. The 'funny' thing is that I almost knocked over and went by some dead bodies that were lying in part of the 'maze' I was going through to get out of there. This was terrifying, except the dead bodies were more 'circusy' than grisly and I wasn't scared of them. I was, however, scared of seeing the one dead body I was supposed to see.
Go back again and ask what she represents for you. What were the salient circumstances around this death or around something else this woman showed/told/taught you that resonate with something in your life right now. How do you identify with her? Why might this aspect of self be ready to pass? Might her role as "bookkeeper" be a clue? Why did a co-worker have to look after her? Did she feel abandoned or, more importantly, did you feel she'd been abandoned?Quote:
It was the dead body of a former coworker of mine, who died over 14 years ago, and who I have some history with. I'll add this part of my life history at the end.
Anyway, I couldn't face seeing my friend dead, and I was advised that I was supposed to pay my respects, but I just couldn't. At this time I was accompanied by people advising me on what I 'should' do.
There's some realisation you're not happy to face. You can run from it by seeking less private aspects of self - perhaps service to others through cooking or shopping or perhaps through satisfying your own physical needs?Quote:
I left there, and when I thought I was safe, I went to another place, where there was a guy walking towards another place, sort of waiting for me- looked like it was maybe a cafeteria or a mall food court.
He's an aspect of self that leads you away from reflecting on something that frightens you. This is no longer appropriate and you realise this.Quote:
He was walking in front of me and guiding me somewhere else, and I was following him. As he walked in front he harassed some other guys as we walked by, and we rounded a corner to go to wherever we were going. He was exhibiting some inappropriate behavior, and I thought it was weird.
Other aspects of self will not allow you to evade this thing you don't want to see and threaten worse fears if you cannot acknowledge it.Quote:
Then without warning, some guys were waiting for us as we got to where we were going, pulled out a knife and killed him. I think they sliced his throat, or something like that.
Read what I wrote in the last bit of interpretation and ask yourself if that doesn't sound old fashioned. *Whiny voice*: "If you don't deal with it now, it'll only get worse."Quote:
All I could see was blood and him collapse. The guys were laughing maniacally and had old-fashioned 'ducktails' type hairdos, (Fonzy style).
I cannot help but feel there is a predictive element to this dream. I can't really say anything more in response to this part of your experience.Quote:
I was hysterical at this point and woke up. As I woke a voice whispered in my ear, something 'clinical' sounding, but I don't remember what it said. I was shaken up for a while, and the fear was quite visceral.
I hope this adds something that helps you get where you need to go on this dream.
let me first preface this post with the following:
i have been very sick, since thursday morning, to the point of delerium.
i'm still not over it. but am getting 'better'. i think. but i am not sure.
so, take this in that context. the rambleings of one who is with a fever.
note: thursday morning i woke up 'sick'.
the 'aquaintance'. one who you acknowledge, but one who most others around you do not.
you acknowledge, but do not establish a CLOSE BOND with.
others, avoid her, as they fear acknowledgeing, and fear bonding more.
she gets sick.
some notice, but most just look for a way to 'replace her functionality'
she dies.
some notice, and their lives are changed, but most just go on, not understanding
or really thinking that they are affected by what just happened.
and, some of those who noticed, didn't get the point, because they
deny that her passing was REAL, because they FEAR what it may mean.
WARNING: serious fever based rambleings begin now...
what if she was meant to represent Gaia?
i only say this because of my 'visions' thursday night.
here i was, fully intrenched in a 'whole body infection'. complete with fever,
awareness distortion, mind/body seperation, and desperation. i split, as i have
many times before. expanding my awareness to find a source of energy that i can
draw in, to heal my body.
first, i access divine white... too soft.
then, i go looking in my 'usual places'.
'that spot' west of jackson, wy, in the tetons, i ask, it responds it is weak, as it is still trying to out-live winter.a spot south-west of pocatello, id, again, weak, not recovered from winter.
a certain hillside in scottland, weak, not recovered from winter.
a certain hilltop on an island off sardinia, again, weak, and ill, the air is not good there yet.
at this point, i'm getting a bit frantic.
i look around the south pacific, maybe somthing will show itself to me there. but i have
never been there, so it's a 'shot in the dark'... nothing presents itself...
so back to 'known ground'...
hells canyon, idaho, weak, ill,
virgin river gorge, weak, dirty, barely able to grow it's worms.
finally, the 'zion area' of southern utah.
i drop deep down into it, to a place i know, where i can connect directly with the 'earth'.
i connect with Gaia. she is more than happy to 'feed' me, but.
i can feel that she is sick. like a loving mother dieing from cancer, but not letting her
children know, because she does not want to hurt them. so she gives freely, of what little
loveing energy she still has. i want to do something to heal her, she notices, and tells me it is
ok, because she knows she will be moving on soon, and she is not afraid for herself, but she
is afraid for some of her children, that do not know that they will be moving on soon also.
i thank her, and ask if there is anything i can do, she says to thank those of her children
who send her healing energy, it helps, but not enough, she is past the point of being able to
have her 'condition' reversed, and it is ok, because it is the 'right way of things'.
she embraces me, to her chest, and i succle, drawing up her healing that she is offering to me.
as i leave, i end up back in my bed, sobbing, her love is soo strong for us, and she is giving
all she can, to her 'demise'.
and all she wants, is for her children to realize who they are, and she is sad, because most
do not, and many who do, deny what is to come.
after recovering from my 'sob fest',
i finally end up finishing off, by picking a 'sunny place' out in the south pacific, i think it may have
been kwajaleen, and soaking up energy directly from the sun.
then i slept.
well then.
i guess THAT wasnt helpful.
maybe i need to get something to eat.
disregard this post.
or dont.
i'm not trying to 'thread jack'.
i just type.
/rick
p.s.. TIMMIE!!!!!!! :)
I was meditating when I got a mini-nightmare- at first in my line of sight I see a husband and wife and one or two children (I have forgotten some of the details, this was like in one split second) Then all of a sudden the husband either thinks of killing them or does it. I'm not sure if I was in his head or saw him do it. It was very disturbing.
To me, it sounds like you picked up on some outside bit of negativity that happened to be floating by while you were in a receptive meditative state. Ask yourself why you were shown that scene. If it doesn't feel like it holds some sort of inner lesson for you, feel free to reject it as being not your own and try not to dwell on it even though it disturbed you.
No, it doesn't feel like it has anything to do with me at all. I think I indeed picked up some 'floating' stuff, since I've been very receptive lately. For the past two or three days every time I close my eyes to relax or sleep I feel like I 'fall in' to some sort of 'radio head' whose station is set on 'seek'. :)
ps. It (obviously) disturbed me a lot but two seconds later I forgot about it- when I was writing my projection it came back to me. I knew I had seen something disturbing, but for a while I didn't remember.
OlderWiser will probably scold you for not shielding properly, :lol: She should scold me too.
I've had projections to churches, I built one in projection once (prob. in my OBE journal) dealt with one the last time I saw my grandmother, and now had a dream reminiscent of other 'church' dreams/projections I've had.
So I decided to put any church dreams in this thread to try to keep some type of coherence.
This morning:
I was rebuilding this church, and was painting some corners in a series of seats/thrones in gold. (With spray paint). By accident I sprayed the skirt of a lady that was sitting in one of them. I apologized and she gave me her card (she was not gracious about it) her name started with M or N. I put her card in my pocket and started to walk away. As we were walking outside a man approached me and asked me how many churches (and where) I had restored. I replied with around three or four. The places were Quebec or Montreal (I knew it was someplace in Canada)- Georgia and possibly Louisiana. Then he showed me this small room that looked like a box or a stage, and showed me how it was being demolished and rebuilt (as I saw the simulation/hologram/movie I could see the work being done in it.) I could see them taking out rotten wood and brand new insulation (the pink stuff) and dry-walling put in, and they were working on the floor. He asked me to go take a look and see what I could do.
I told him I would, and as we walked out I started to fly (I think it was rough terrain, and other people were traversing it the hard way) I mentioned to him that I didn't understand why no one else would fly, and that every time I started to people would pretend not to notice. This annoyed me, it was so much easier than walking but people preferred to do it the hard way.
As I woke I kept trying to remember the places I told the guy, and fell asleep again, back to the fly/walk convo. Then I woke again and got up.
Restoring churches and the dichotomy between the "church of the undead" and the shiny happy one remind me of stuff I was just reading, about the "true church" being something apart from physical religion, as well as musings on the Death archetype.
The undead church may reflect the fact that, like most everything else on earth, religion is a closed system, and thus subject to entropy, decay and death. I'm in the minority though in that I think "undead" things can be salvaged -- IF we can find a way to make them into open systems that can flow with the reality of change without losing their integrity, and "plug them in" to that which they're a symbol of. A lot of times the original meaning behind the symbols and rituals in religion go from "do this in rememberance of me," to "do this in rememberance of what now?" to "do this just because it's what we do." But, you may be, in a sense, breathing new life into old structures, likely by manifesting the core of truth through yourself; making the below like the above and whatnot.
That's what I get from it, anyway. :)
I've come here to post this and get Admin-ADD, and forget. But finally, I'm writing it down.
Last night, after a day of very hard labor, I went to bed 'all lit up'. I was exhausted, hot, tired, and I could hardly keep my eyes closed the light inside my head was so bright. I did some energy work to 'smooth myself out' (I was vibrating like crazy, I haven't felt like that in years). So I finally went to sleep. As I was falling asleep I could feel the movement, but I couldn't stay up. So wherever I went I missed.
Later on (or early the next day, after a night of very light sleep, I had the same dream almost the whole night, but it's besides the point) I started to dream I was 'someone else', and was married with a young daughter. We lived in a very small apartment, so small our dining table was outside in the yard. With us was another couple, and our husbands had gone out somewhere and I was very angry at them. My friend and I were outside with our children and she was crying because she thought her husband was not going to come back, but soon enough (the next day) they came back. At that point I had decided to kick mine out, and was waiting for the other couple to go home (they were having dinner in our apt.) Everyone was sitting outside in the yard on the dinner table, and my husband said to me "Go get me a Birda". At this point I was changing consciousness (to my own) and as I went inside the kitchen I wondered what a Birda was. I looked and there seemed to be a green can that had a sign that said 'Birda'. I figured that's what he wanted and started to go out with the can in my hand and a glass to pour it in. As I walked outside my real husband woke me up and I missed the part where I was going to tell the dream husband to go the hell away.
I woke up wondering what a Birda was, and the only thing I found was a place in Romania. At least the word exists.
Three possibilities that immediately came to my mind were:
- a typical dream with the usual symbolism
- a recent past life
- a concurrent, separate life (with whom you are connected via the HS/monad)
I'm partial to number three, because of the surroundings. Were not 'old world'. And the symbols don't really pertain to my present life, so I don't think it was a regular old dream.
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Now for last night's. I haven't projected lately, but my dreams seem full of something.
I was in a dream landscape I occasionally go to. In it there are various pools, and there was a party (or a gathering) and some people were in the pool. I was simply lounging by it. It was nighttime. I was in a group of people, and there was a friend of mine named Rachel. (I don't know her in real life.) She was part Indian and part Jewish. Her dad was Indian and her mom Jewish. We were talking about chakras, there were many Indians in Hindu dress, except for a few of us. They were using the Sanskrit terms for chakras. We went inside the house and I laid down on a bed. Next to me came a man dressed in traditional Hindu garb who looked suspiciously like Deepak Chopra. He laid down next to me and told me to forget everything I thought I knew about energy flow. He was going to teach me a way to work the chakra I needed to balance up.
I was going to tell him what chakra I thought needed fixing, but instead he told me no, and told me which one of my chakras needed work. He then told me to put my left hand palm down on the chakra he said I needed to work on, and the right hand on my head. He showed me two ways to do it, one sideways, and another on my back.
Then I woke up.
As I woke up I heard a female voice (deep female, not my usual girlish voice or the deep manly voice I occasionally hear) say "You've been adjusted" or "We've adjusted you" and I woke up completely.
Not last night but the night before (Oct 10)
I was having some sort of dream in my (maternal) grandparents house, something about the house (in the dream it was fabulous) when it shifted into a completely different dream.
We were recruited (my hubby and I) by some government agency that was suppsed to colonize another planet that was habitable and already had some housing. Apparently they needed people with assorted specific talents. We were taken (while our son was in school) to this place where we were interviewed, and it sort-of resembled an airport ticket counter. From there we were taken to this apartment in a building in this off-planet site. We were surprised to see that from our balcony we could see that a couple (minus the children) we used to know were our next-door neighbors. We saw them and conversed. Apparently they had gone through the assignment process and were going back to earth, to get the kids and come back. Then later another couple showed up and told us they were the other families that would take care of our kid if we were called 'away' for some reason. I immediately didn't like this, the idea of both of us being 'called away' (like they do in the military) and wondered why this would be necessary for some colonization purpose.
I immediately decided to write a note, and I was very angry, thinking someone was manipulating us. I wrote on a piece of paper something like "You can take your opportunity and shove it" or something equally hostile and rude. Then I immediately got paranoid, wondering if we were being watched, and I took the note, destroyed it, and wrote another one, that said something like "thanks for the opportunity but we want to go back home", and laid it on a table where it could be seen by any surveillance device.
As I did this, I could see our friends packing their bags and leaving. I waved, and later woke up. Not sure if I had another dream right after this one or not.
This morning:
The dream started out in my paternal grandparents' house. In it was the spirit of my grandmother, who was kept captive by some little weird-looking goblins in her bedroom. I decided to release her, by picking up litte bits of rolled paper that were strewn all over the floor. (It looked like a schoolroom after a good paper fight). In real life, my grandmother was very neat. She would have been mortified to see such a mess in her room.
Anyway, I took a broom and started sweeping it, and about halfway through the process two little 'goblins' (I don't quite remember what they looked like, but they were wearing these tiny rubber suits that made them look like scuba diving hedgehogs, or some sort of 'sea cucumber' looking things with spines (and faces). One of them removed their rubber suit, and they were quite hideous. Weirdly, the memory of what they looked like is gone, I can't even remember their color. They asked me to come down and talk to them. I tried to dodge them, instinctively knowing they were dangerous. One of them (the 'naked one') touched my wrist, and I jumped back, and my wrist was burned where it touched me. It hurt! At that moment I woke up, and checked my wrist, which was fine, and no pain.
Then I went back to sleep, but couldn't get back to the same dream. I wanted to see what happened after, if I helped her at all, or to get more insight on what this may be about.
This happened around three days ago- the same day Alaskans suggested an Astral meeting place, IIRC. I just remembered I hadn't jotted it down.
It's not a 'dreamstate lesson' perse, so it's got it's own post.
I was dreaming something about being in a very high-falutin' party at a mansion. As I do on occasion, I retired to a place that was more intimate, to be by myself. What happened next is something that sometimes happens to me in dreams- I went to sleep (this year in particular I have had a lot of dreams in which I'm sleeping in the dream.) What made this one different is that in the dream-within a dream, I had a dream or visitation.
I picked a train car (gotta love that symbolism) to go to sleep in, and had one foot in a pedal that controlled the direction of the car. As I slept, my leg pumped the pedal/lever thingie, and the movement rocked me to sleep. As I fell asleep, my grandfather appeared to me and we talked about many things, at some point the conversation turned philosophical/theological, and I started sharing with him what my beliefs were as compared to the beliefs he had as a result of the culture he grew up with. The convo was kind of nice and 'cerebral'. At some point the cart stopped and I awoke, to find I had wandered off the land I was in (where the house and the ground was) and now I was in the middle of a blue ocean or river. It was clear blue and calm. I switched feet and the cart reversed direction so that it was heading back to land.
I then went back to sleep and my grandpa came back. We finished our conversation and I was back in the lawn and this time the tracks took me into the back of the house. Now I was fully awake in the dream and I noticed that the house was really a facade, and I could see all the rooms from the back of a Victorian-looking house- it looked just like the back of those studio tours you take in Universal or MGM. You know, the backlot tour.
Anyway, I could see how the mansion was arranged, and I noticed that in this house the children's room was towards the back of the house, where the servant's quarters were. I figured that since back in 'those' days children were basically raised by nannies and such, that it made practical sense that their bedrooms were closer to the servants' than to the parents. I idly was thinking how messed up that was, when we reached a kind of counter, where there was some sort of wait staff behind, and it looked like some sort of repair shop. My husband was criticizing the quality of the merchandise, as I got off the cart and walked over to where he was. As I was talking to him- telling him that with that kind of attitude he was going to get bad service, the man behind the counter walked away from him and left the scene, and I heard a very low noise, which woke me up abruptly. I'm not sure if it was physical or part of the dream, but it was loud and sudden.
So I woke up.
Hi, CF.
You already mentioned how your conversation with your late grandfather gave you an insight into his beliefs as compared to yours. In another scene you observed a "Victorian-looking" mansion from the back and saw how the priorities of the people that built it figured in how they arranged things. Obviously, your priorities are different, your attitude towards children is different and theirs seems "messed up".
This might be a demonstration of how holding certain priorities or beliefs in life leads to different arrangements. You got an in-sight (from the back of the house) how people arrange their lives, and so you understood a bit of their mindset, got an insight into them even if it seems odd to you.
Your "behind the scenes" look told you how alien these people seemed in comparison to yourself, maybe at an emotional level. While if you just "disagree" on a mental level, like with your grandfather, you are fine, you can deal with that just easy. Maybe you have a different level of tolerance towards these two kinds of dissonance.
You were also calling the conversation "cerebral", and there you are, on the quiet blue sea. This might denote a generally calm mind, a mental calm.
You already said the pedal/lever influenced the direction. I think pumping the pedal with your legs while asleep means that your un- or subconscious was guiding you. You switched feet and came back - a little strange by itself. Different sides of your body are associated with different brain hemispheres and different overall aspects. Maybe that's what the switch of feet meant.
The environment (the sea or river) you found yourself in was fluid. This denotes energy streams or currents, like for example the mental plane. Also, I guess a contact to a deceased relative or at least his world view would be more likely on the mental plane. You returned to something more solid - the land. This is a more coarse or less subtle environment, like the astral plane. The mental plane is about thought and perceived more in terms of energy than the astral plane is. Your return to the land led back to the mansion, where you reacted more from your emotional side, maybe a bit related to the astral. Emotional because we tend to have emotional ideas about what is good and bad for children, I guess.
Oliver