CF's dream diary

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Originally Posted by Korpo

Hi, CF.

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Hi Oliver.

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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".

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First, I want to clear up some things-
In the beginning of the dream we were in a party, and everything looked beautiful and grand. Then, in leaving the party part of it and seeing the back, it seemed very different than in the front. So it seems I was getting a glimpse of what was 'behind the scenes'. And it was also starkly different in that it was darker and shabbier.

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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.

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It seemed odd, not only in that the priorities seemed alien to me, but that in the idea that I thought I knew these people (who were my family, btw) but now I realized I really didn't.

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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.

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There is more to this, as my grandfather has appeared differently than in previous dreams (don't know if you remember reading about these). He was like a balm of peace to my troubled soul.

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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.

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Also, I was dreaming-inside the dream- a completely different mindset than in normal dreams. Like the sub-subconscious was witnessing and thinking about what I saw, instead of just seeing.

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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.

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That's a very interesting insight. I have to think about that a little more.

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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.

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That's possible, in many levels.

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Originally Posted by CFTraveler

In the beginning of the dream we were in a party, and everything looked beautiful and grand. Then, in leaving the party part of it and seeing the back, it seemed very different than in the front. So it seems I was getting a glimpse of what was 'behind the scenes'. And it was also starkly different in that it was darker and shabbier.

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It always does. Glamour only lasts as far as the entrance to the kitchen and where the service staff is.

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Originally Posted by CFTraveler

It seemed odd, not only in that the priorities seemed alien to me, but that in the idea that I thought I knew these people (who were my family, btw) but now I realized I really didn't.

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Can you explain that a bit more? Family from this life?

BTW, you retiring to a separate location - "setting yourself apart", being in some way different, set apart.

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Originally Posted by CFTraveler

Also, I was dreaming-inside the dream- a completely different mindset than in normal dreams. Like the sub-subconscious was witnessing and thinking about what I saw, instead of just seeing.

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I had experiences were I could switch between different perceptions at different levels. You exist at many levels, so you can switch. Interesting is that this time your choice to switch was not really conscious - and the act of sleep is like becoming unconscious, and also related to the subconscious. But there is a suggestion that this was also you - you the sleeper, the part that is active during sleep (pumping the pedal while asleep, using the lever of direction while asleep), the part of you know that knows its own direction beyond your conscious control.

Oliver

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Can you explain that a bit more? Family from this life?

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Yes, family from this life, now. My grandfather wasn't in the house (although he's the only one in the family who lived in a Victorian farmhouse), he only appeared once I fell asleep in the rowboat.
I have never consciously set myself aside from my family (I am a lot like them, my talents and proclivities are quite common in both sides of the family), but they always have set me aside. Probably comes from being the oldest of four children, and all that comes from that. I was 'set aside' because I was the first grandchild, and the caretaker of my siblings when growing up. And still they refer to me as 'different', but that's another story. :)

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Originally Posted by CFTraveler

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.

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Yes? You called for mwah? :lol:
It's definatly not my place, though I agree that would have been really 8) .
Not really getting anything right now but lemme see.

What it is definately saying is that your spiritual journey has taken you to new awareness and wisdom, and that allows you to see the hollowness of the fancy victorian house.
The sleeping is your APing, and not being concerned about anything in particular.
Maybe the foot switchy thing is speaking of male/female, you were petaling with your right leg when you went out to the water? What feet you were petaling with, and what each foot means, matters the most in this dream. One foot takes you deeper into the tranquil sea, that while maybe a little scary, means great mystical/spiritual progress, and the other foot takes you to more earthly places and the victorian house. It could be each foot is on a different path. One takes you to somewhere that is fake and grounded, but gives the oportunity for others to help you resolve any interpersonal or social issues through human interaction.. If your willing to pay for it, could be being generous, forgiving, compassionate etc to them, or taking a little abuse from them. Whatever the cost is for you to resolve the issue, your IRL husband does not think you should pay it. That you werent carying anything that needed to be repaired makes me wonder why you would even need thier services.
The other foot takes you out to sea, into the deep subconcious. And away from human issues and concerns.

Cool.. started coming together afterall. :)

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you were petaling with your right leg when you went out to the water?

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I'm almost sure of this.
Thank you Alaskans, you did help me see something I hadn't seen yet about this dream.

Did you have a doll house as a child? the ones that open up?

I think I did (I think I had one of the early Barbie houses, when they were small still) but I can't remember.


May 14 edit: I will add things on ps. as things have happened post this dream that point out to this dream being precognitive.

When I dream about my grandfather (in the past) usually some sort of family crisis happens. In the past my grandpa would be angry in the dream, and the very next day someone would have a very big and ugly fight which would end in very hurt feelings, that often lasted for years. After a few years of this, I learned to know what it meant.
So when this dream happened I cringed- something big and bad in the family, was my first reaction.
But in this dream there were other qualities- he wasn't angry, he was more philosophical, and the water trip was peaceful.

About a week after this dream, my mother became sick, and after two months, she passed away. I think he was trying to tell me about this, and to convey the idea that it was supposed to be.

Dec 12, 2009 8:59 pm by CFTraveler- Copied from private journal.

This morning I had a dream that was very emotional to the dreaming 'I'.
It began in the usual beach house that is in many of my dreams. I am in it, look outside and see that there is a giant tv in the front porch showing "Lost". It is beautiful, with the beach to the back. Some of my relatives are outside watching TV, others are congregating in the porch just socializing.
I walk outside charmed by the scene, the beauty of the blue sea and the images from the show are complementary.
I see my grandmother. She is beautifully dressed (she loved her jewelry) and looks like she's 25. I am shocked that she looks so young. I remember the last time I saw her (in projection) she looked younger, but not that young. This brings me to reality, I know she's dead. Then I realize others are talking about her, comparing her to Eleanor Roosevelt. I find this ridiculous, and am about to say something, but am struck at this. It seems like a funeral but she's there, enjoying it. I start to get very sad and cry. I start to uncontrollably cry and can't stop myself. Then my mother, hearing this, walks outside. She looks like she's 20 or younger, has long hair. I am shocked when I see her. Her youth makes me realize that she too must be dead. I start to lose it. Then she talks to me in her normal 'old lady' voice (her voice is very hoarse from all those years of smoking) and says to me something like "get a hold of yourself, we are all going to rest soon." In spanish, as if I were harshing her mellow. She didn't roll her eyes at my display but seemed impatient about it.
I woke up, and wasn't physically crying, it was 'on the inside'. I have felt like crying all day, snuck a few tears here and there.
I spoke to my brother Walter, who told me she did well in her procedure, spent the night no problem, and has been eating.
Then Hector called me, all happy that he's been looking for a house here for her, and with all these plans. I just nod and say 'uhuh', and hope that it was just my subconscious fears, and not prophetic vision. Unfortunately, I've been to that house before, in dreams and projection.

Added on edit: I have gone back and see how some of my dreams were precognitive in a symbolic way. Am making comments about them, to see if I have missed any symbology. Also, it's now easier to look at them without breaking down.

The beach is that in-between place, the inside of the house is where the living still are. Their youth signify they are already dead, and my mother was inside (living) but younger (already had her astral form, showing that she planned to go.) The show "Lost" premiered about three days before she passed. It was (in retrospect) telling me when- showing it had been decided.
Edited on May 14, 2010 by CF.



January 25, 2010
Since I'm having a lot of similarly-themed dreams, I'll post them here.
I got hired in an electronics firm, and was working, when my boss happily told me he was hoping there would be a war and we'd change our focus from whatever we were working on to weapons. I was angry, didn't want to participate, when I started writing in the office computer an indictment on the mentality of this guy (who was salivating at the prospect of there being a war to make a profit) when all the letters on the screen started falling one by one and I couldn't keep the words on the screen. I kept trying in frustration, 'til I woke up.

I hesitate to comment as you probably have a far better grasp on dream meaning than I have, but just a few thoughts. . .perhaps your life "script". or higher intention, is being rejected or disregarded in some way by the "powers that be" & you feel overwhelmed by the ongoing lack of peace in the world; working in an electronics firm could refer to the Astral realms, where a different form of energy is generated, a "script" for this dimension, but which is not taking form in the way you intended. . ? Or a feeling that reality creation is not under your control?

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Originally Posted by sono

I hesitate to comment as you probably have a far better grasp on dream meaning than I have, but just a few thoughts. . .perhaps your life "script". or higher intention, is being rejected or disregarded in some way by the "powers that be" & you feel overwhelmed by the ongoing lack of peace in the world; working in an electronics firm could refer to the Astral realms, where a different form of energy is generated, a "script" for this dimension, but which is not taking form in the way you intended. . ? Or a feeling that reality creation is not under your control?

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You're definitely on to something, except in a more personal scale.

Yes, something along sono's lines - a misalignment in values. The boss could be an expression of the world you see outside yourself, where this kind of behaviour definitely takes place. Or it could be an aspect of yourself that has to make it in that world, and ends up misaligned with the rest of you, the more idealistic you.

I don't know if the falling letters were a dream thing (like having trouble deciphering writing in the astral) or if it is a symbols for "fallen characters" or something similar...

Oliver

Had a rather disturbing dream- I was studying the life of a woman who had turned into a demon (or anti-saint). I was transported into the past, and was reading a book she had written. As I read, I could see what had happened to her. For some reason 'Joan of Arc' came to mind, in that she was burnt as a witch and later on canonized as a saint- but this woman had a certain degree of power, and she had misinterpreted what she 'saw' in a very basic way, and in the end was consumed by her darkness, all the way to her death.

Later on my husband said he had a similar dream, which is what disturbed me.

That IS very disturbing. . . did you find out whether the woman has been able to change after her death, & move to a more positive realm than where she seemed to be heading?

Also interesting that your husband had the same dream, perhaps you are being asked to look into the matter
& research her life. . ?

(What I wonder about is the fact that once she was declared a Saint, people would pray to her - how would a dark, lost being respond to prayers for help?)

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Originally Posted by sono

That IS very disturbing. . . did you find out whether the woman has been able to change after her death, & move to a more positive realm than where she seemed to be heading?

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No, it's too soon.

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Also interesting that your husband had the same dream, perhaps you are being asked to look into the matter
& research her life. . ?

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That may be a possibility.

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(What I wonder about is the fact that once she was declared a Saint, people would pray to her - how would a dark, lost being respond to prayers for help?)

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As Palehorse commented in another place, it could be an aspect of her that was rejected (by her saintlyhood) and seeks to reintegrate. I however, don't really know who she is.... but that's another post, whenever the next episode comes.

Edit: The woman was me, I had some problems with my shadow after my mother's death. It's better now, but not 'all done'.

In these times we are charged to see the facade that is this world, whether it is church or home, and very loved relationships.

thought to be so real, it is naturally, and by nature, confusing to bring into true focus.

yet, with lapis eyes clarifying star dust specks yet unresolved, we shall everyone come to clearly see this which a sign need be hung upon.

"Ichabod"

for the true church is within

for the true home is within

for the true relationships are within

and no thing outside of that is more real. all signs without you would continually pretend to lie, yet the very lie would cling within claiming.

love, Love, LOVE is within, it is you, as real as you, You, YOU will it to be.

the truth, Truth, TRUTH is of the within, where in YOU are, having your being.


T

additional note: to say that these are within, isn't to say that folks and fellowship are not real externally. merely it is the conceptual constructs which without, one is within perceiving from within to the without, free of concepts dependent upon externals.

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Originally Posted by Tutor

In these times we are charged to see the facade that is this world, whether it is church or home, and very loved relationships.

thought to be so real, it is naturally, and by nature, confusing to bring into true focus.

yet, with lapis eyes clarifying star dust specks yet unresolved, we shall everyone come to clearly see this which a sign need be hung upon.

"Ichabod"

for the true church is within

for the true home is within

for the true relationships are within

and no thing outside of that is more real. all signs without you would continually pretend to lie, yet the very lie would cling within claiming.

love, Love, LOVE is within, it is you, as real as you, You, YOU will it to be.

the truth, Truth, TRUTH is of the within, where in YOU are, having your being.


T

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My husband agrees with you- in his own words.

:oops:

well...i meant not to exclude other eye colors, such as dark brown to black.

one thing in the desert that i have noticed. that through life the lights of the world served to reveal the night sky as black. but out there, away from the world's artificiality, the night sky revealed that what seemed so black is actually blue.

in a dream/vision, so said a raven who flew me to and from the moon, repeating the core statement pointed out by he who resides upon the lighted face of the moon.

"don't forget...,it's so black that it's blue!"

in that, one might see that which infinitely runs through it all, even as it would seem to be half darkly unlit and half spectrally lighted. the LINE from which all else in it's forgetfulness undetachably springs from, and in that forgetfulness feels detached and alone.

so, i am mindful not to forget the blue that had seemed so black, such that following that mindfulness is a lighted kingdom found, from the within to the without.

Hello CFT's Husband,

T

This is a dream that has parts that are recurring.
I was in this house that has been given to us in previous dreams. It is usually a large house, as big as a building, and it is connected to either a shopping mall or a hotel. Or both. As I walk through this familiar yet 'new' house, I recall when I used to live in our present house. (This is part of a recurrent theme). In the dreamtime I regard the 'awake time', as equally real, but seeming to have happened in the past. At times I gain the lucidity to know that both things are simultaneous, that when I sleep I live 'over here' and when I'm awake I live 'over there', and sometimes the other seems far away in time more than distance.
I then remembered the old house we used to live in, (which we sold a few years ago), and in the dream there was the impression that we still owned it, but didn't live in it. So that put us in having three houses, but living in two at the same time.
An old friend then appeared in the dream, and told me he wanted to live in the neighborhood of our old house. I offered our old house 'because we still own it' (we don't) but he declined and gave me no reasons I can remember. Then I woke up, feeling better than I have in days.

Second version of a dream I've had- shows progression of a scene from my past. May be a 'dreamstate lesson', but I'm not sure.
I'm back in Mrs. M's house. I'm back from vacation. When I get there, her house (what used to be my dorm) is now a school, and the class is studying metaphysics. Instead of the usual greeting, she meets me very curtly and roughly, and immediately makes me drop my bags (with no notice) and instructs me to take my seat and start reading a book. I find her manner grating, and the book's subject matter is familiar to me, but what annoys me is that she wants me to start reading aloud to the class, instead of discussing some theme. I have a hard time finding the place where I'm supposed to read (since I came in and was shoved the book in my face) and I started reading, and I realized this was easy stuff. I kind of was bewildered at the change in the place- what used to be a patio was now a garden with a pool, and the students were wearing their bathing suits under their clothes, and I found out she allowed students to take a dip at lunchtime, if they wanted to.
I was sort of shocked at her demeanor. She was not her usual nice self, almost as if she were mad at me.
ps. as a side note, Mrs. M. was my landlady (that is, I rented a room from her) when I went to graduate school way back when, and she was a sweet old woman who was very kind to me when things were tough. She had been a teacher in her youth (I seem to think) and at some point worked in the Universtity I attended (but not at the time I was there, she was retired.)
This is the second or third dream visit I pay to her house (I believe she may be deceased, or else she's over 90) and the first one was shocking in that the house was very different.

I just remembered this one from last night-
In this dream I was practicing TK, bringing things to myself. After a while I was with another person, and I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or if it was waking life. As I saw what I was doing (literally performing what could be described as the 'accio' move (from Harry Potter) with hand gestures, I realized that it must be a dream, but this awareness was only half-registered in my mind- I realized that these abilities were only symbolic, so I decided to try something else, and I froze some water that was in a room (I don't remember how the water came to be in the room, but I was supposed to get rid of it). So after melting it, I tried evaporating it (not with heat, but with separating the molecules) to empty the room out. After succeeding, when I got out there were people complaining that their drinking water had evaporated (or something like that, the longer the dream went the less lucid I became, and the less details I remember.) I then realized that I had to control this power, because misusing it could be disastrous. When I woke up I had a ditty in my head- the song "What's Up With That" from a comedy sketch that appears regularly in Saturday Night Live.
As the song played in my head, I knew the significance of the dream- before I start manifesting stuff, I need to have a good grip on control, a theme that has been prevalent most of my adult life.

Last night I had a dream that may have been influenced by one of the posts in here- so I'm not sure if it reveals anything of value, perhaps that my mind keeps working on things while I sleep, even when I don't participate in said thread.

I was in a room with a 'guide'- I believe it was male. (But I don't remember, because the dream was in the middle of the night.)
We had a set of photographs and he was holding two stacks like a deck of cards. He set down a picture and next to it would put another. One row was continuous, the other was interrupted, like so: (more or less)
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Pre-decided/ Actual

One row was how life went and how people lived their lives;
The other row indicated life experiences they had previously decided would happen- according to this man, you previously decided what some things were going to happen as you lived your life, and sometimes you just made it up as you went along. I asked him if something happens different than what you plan, and he said that was within the parts that you hadn't decided previously, the part that didn't have the other card.
I'm sure it was more complicated than that, but that's what I remember from the dream.

ps. I had all kinds of projection sensations (including a fully awake vision when I first laid down) indicating that my clairvoyance seems better than it has been) but not so good in the morning- I couldn't see nuthin'.
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maybe this is about masculine and feminine without vs feminine and masculine within. i say that because even as you saw photos they looked like cards as well.

I had various nightmares all night. I woke up a few times and thought they were significant. In the middle of the dreams there was a dream about my mother. This is the first dream I've had about her, so I'm glad I had it. The rest of the night featured other assorted nightmares. I have forgotten pretty much all of them except the one dream with my mom, which wasn't a nightmare.

This dream started as what seemed like a dreamstate lesson. Even though there is a 'lesson' thread going, but since I seem to be journaling lately, I'll continue using it as a chronicle.

There was a children's school, and I was in attendance, but not as a teacher or coordinator. (To tell you the truth, I'm not sure what I was doing there.) I was giving the microphone to someone, when they asked me to first read this script- it may have been an introduction or a lesson, but instead of reading I started to talk to the children in 'their own language', and the lesson was about the difference between being hurtful by accident, and taking it personally, and I used an ice cream cone (it's too long to explain, I'm only noting it so I don't forget. I then woke up and remembered the speech I was giving, and went back to sleep a bit later.
Now I was reading a book. I am not clear on the title of the book (It wasn't the Four Agreements), but the chapter I was reading was called the Four Powers, and the specific paragraph I was reading was about the Power of Mind, and it's opposite, the Power of Stupidity. I of course woke up as I was looking at the pages, so I stared at the book (noting it's font and design) before I lost he view and woke up.

I see my 'mom' dreams have disappeared (I've had two, both featuring her driving a car that was headed for disaster).
This second dream happened in the time the forum was down, and I forgotten exactly when.
Anyway, we were going to an amusement park. Some members of my family and some memnbers of my husband's family were in attendance.
With the living, were my hubby's deceased grandmother, and in my party, my mom was there too. I knew they were deceased, but I accepted their presence without question.
We got divided, and my son and I rode with my mom, while my hubby drove his family in another car.
We entered these salt caves who smelled so good I could taste a sweet flavor along with the salty tang of the air.
As we exited the caves the car started going 'off the rails', and headed to a cliff. I started yelling at her and realized she was like a zombie and wasn't in control of the car. I realized she had no control because she was dead, and had no capacity to judge danger, so I took the wheels and maneuvered us out of there.
At the end of the ride my husband didn't show up. I called him on the cell phone, and he told me he had decided to take his grandma and relatives to a different resort/ride/experience. I could 'see' him and his grandma in a lounge chair by a pool, and got angry.
I woke up angry.
This was sometime last week.

Hello, CF.

About your mom - in theosophy and other belief systems a person spends only a limited time on the astral plane, a phase of purification from unresolved desires. This might be your salt caves - naturally you would represent astral cleansing to yourself with something like our good old salt bath. So, this is a natural cleansing zone and you represent it to yourself as a salt cave, and you notice how beneficial it is (our sense of smell is often our helper in judging good/bad or even dangerous/safe).

At the end of the astral afterlife phase the elemental essence is released and the spirit rises to the mental plane. This is a process that dissolves the astral body, the spirit casts of the astral body and there remains a once-living shell (zombie) - astral elemental - that dissolves back into the plane it came from.

Also, again, the symbol of vehicles of consciousness - you notice your mother is no longer in control of this car. She has released the grip her human consciousness had on this temporary astral essence body. You could say she "lost control" or you could simply say she let go and moved on. She's no longer driving it. You realise what made her her has vacated this body you see (the astral body) and represent it as a zombie trying to drive a car.

The seeming drama of a dangerous situation surrounding it might be your astral body's interpretation of what is going on. On the astral and mental levels fearful or otherwise distorted interpretations can arise, our own fears and beliefs filter what we see and can give it a dramatic or evil or dangerous slant. I had plenty of that - recently I represented "the forces of union" (the beings managing the afterdeath zones) to myself as "the forces of the Soviet Union" and the deceased in the afterlife as the living dead (yes, I have zombie dreams, too). You quite literally see the world differently when trying to translate something you are for example afraid of because it is not fully understood or unknown. This often for me results in a very dramatic representation / distortion of the actual energetic events.

Just some ideas.

Oliver

Wow. That was awesome Oliver. Did answer a few questions for me.
Thank you.

(This morning) I woke up at 4am and was in the middle of a very complicated lesson. I'm not sure what it was about, but I vaguely recall that it seemed important and complex. Since it was in the middle of the night I just went back to sleep and forgot it by morning. I'm writing it to keep a record, and if I remember something I can come back to it.

Another morning nightmare. This was not a liminal experience, like yesterday's- this was a nightmare I kept going back to.
I was with a group of people in some sort of 'abandoned' base or field. (There were buildings). The group (maybe something like the scouts or a similar type of group) was leaving, and a small group of us stayed behind, and were on our way out. We stepped outside of the room and saw this gigantic airplane, which behaved like a stealth airplane, completely silent but huge. (as wide as the building). Then we immediately knew we had stumbled into some sort of secret operation and had 'seen too much'.
Almost immediately some military types came at us and made us go inside. I knew they were going to kill us, but they were talking to the other people with us as if they were going to get 'transported for debriefing'. I immediately took my son, told him to act retarded and I snuck out the back and decided to try to escape. We started to walk amongst some people too preoccupied to notice us, and I decided to get as near the exit as possible, while acting like I 'belonged' there.
I woke up, extremely upset, and did the usual 'early morning' things, (it was about 6:30 on a Sat morning) and went back to bed. Got back to the same dream, only this time we were back in the building, and we were assigned different rooms in the building. I noticed some rooms had 'gift-wrapped' sconces in front of the doors, and I realized it was 'their' way of marking who was to be killed. So I decided to rip up all the paper and get an empty room, wrap the sconce in that empty room and rig it so that it would lock when someone went in it. Then I started to escape.
Then I woke up the second time, and I got up.

Tim, I seem to be fixating on a lot of collective fear lately.

Another dream that may be precognitive

I went to a place looking for employment. It was either an estate sale or an antigues shop. I asked to be allowed to clean old jewelry/metallic items to restore them. I did a whole chest of drawers in which there were many items/artifacts like that. I enjoyed the work and was soon done. I loved doing it, I asked for more work. The dream then fades into another house.
This is a familiar house that I connect with my grandfather (his house, but not the one I knew in life) It's on the beach, which is an indication of familiar symbology for me. In there are my grandparents (younger) my mother (young) and my aunt (also younger than in life). She is telling me that she wants to be with a man that she used to date, who has left the room. She seems to be in her thirties (in reality she is in her seventies-eighties). After she moves on to another group of people (this is a party) my mother tells me that the man she was talking about was married, and an old friend of my grandfather's. She is disapproving of this. I then move on to other parts of the house.

Symbols: The familiar house is the same house in which my mother told me she was going to pass. The beach outside seems to be a symbol of the afterlife, or the part in which both living and dead can meet (a frontierland of sorts). The last time they looked young meant they were dead. My aunt, who is alive (afaik) seemed young also- just like my mom when she told me she would die. The implications are obvious.

The presence of my grandfather is troubling, for personal reasons.

This time the dead are inside the house, except my aunt (and I, but I seem to move through both sides since my dad passed away over 20 years ago.) This is a departure from the usual formula of the dead on the porch and the living (but on their way). on the inside

Hello, CF.

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I went to a place looking for employment. It was either an estate sale or an antigues shop. I asked to be allowed to clean old jewelry/metallic items to restore them. I did a whole chest of drawers in which there were many items/artifacts like that. I enjoyed the work and was soon done. I loved doing it, I asked for more work.

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Job / employment - (life) purpose. The work you enjoy and are cut out for, in fact you are asking for permission to do it.

Here you restore (a sense of) value. There are many values to considered, many different categories (chest of drawers). You finish this part of your work - clearing up your values and ordering them. You are ready to move on.

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This is a familiar house that I connect with my grandfather (his house, but not the one I knew in life) It's on the beach, which is an indication of familiar symbology for me. In there are my grandparents (younger) my mother (young) and my aunt (also younger than in life). She is telling me that she wants to be with a man that she used to date, who has left the room. She seems to be in her thirties (in reality she is in her seventies-eighties). After she moves on to another group of people (this is a party) my mother tells me that the man she was talking about was married, and an old friend of my grandfather's. She is disapproving of this. I then move on to other parts of the house.

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The ocean might indeed be the mental plane, and the beach some kind of adjacent zone.

The age of the people might denote their soul age, not their age in body.

The fact that it is a party denotes it is not a sombre occasion, at least not from the viewpoint of souls. Maybe here the dead and the living mingle? The party as symbol for making and renewing contacts, having pleasant exchanges.

Your mother might still be judging the whole occasion from earthly standards and memories, they might not apply, though, if this is a meeting of souls. She might be still confusing soul-level connections and exchanges with sex, physical relationships and marriage.

Be well,
Oliver

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The fact that it is a party denotes it is not a sombre occasion, at least not from the viewpoint of souls.

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I agree. The first party dream was when my mother told me she was 'going to go', and I was the only one there crying. This time the party was inside, but everyone but my aunt was dead. (That I know of).

I seem to have revisited one version of a recurring theme. One of these days I'll have to put them side by side to see what they mean in reference to each other.

We are in a small box. This is our new apartment, on the beach. It is very small, carpeted and bare- there is no furniture. We have just moved in. The back of the apartment is open to the beach, and I sit inside with a hose, and I water the few beach grasses on the sand. I call it my "front lawn" sarcastically. Some people (neighbors) walk by and welcome us to the neighborhood. They are heavily armed, and are walking a dog. She has long red hair, the man I can barely remember. They want to invite us to go hunting with them. We declined, instead decided to walk on the beach and maybe take a swim.
As we walk towards the water, I see that the grains of sand get bigger and bigger, until they look like small quartz crystals, very worn (and quite beautiful). I realize I'm walking on glass prisms, which is what sand is magnified. As we move the sand around, we realize that under the sand is a metal floor. We go into the water, and as we swim some waves are coming, but they suck the 'sand' in and it is revealed that the 'beach' is a metal box with sand and water in it (a very large metal box, but metal nonetheless) and that it is not the 'real' beach.
We started walking down the beach, (looking to get out of there, knowing that if there were waves there had to be an opening to the outside) when we ran into the couple who had invited us to hunt with them. There was a huge dead bear, dark reddish-brown lying next to them. I think I had seen this bear before in the distance, not realized how big it was. It was easily the size of a car. As I got closer, I noticed there were two bear cubs (dead) lying next to it. Those people had killed a female mama bear and her cubs (or she was pregnant and the cubs were born as she died.) I got very angry all of a sudden at their disregard for this beautiful animal and her babies, how they just wasted them- and I wanted to rage at them- but then I woke up and I could still 'see' the bear in my mind's eye.

I have an idea about the first part, but I cannot say whether it is convincing, you be the judge...

First there is you watering a few grasses which you sarcastically call your "front lawn." Sarcasm is an expression of dissatisfaction - you know this is not enough, insufficient. Grasses, plants, green is growth. You are dissatisfied with this place - you want more growth than the few measly grasses it has to offer.

Then you exercise a skill - magnification. This is one of the abilities of the astral body. You demonstrate how you are capable of spotting the most magnificient detail of sand.

This is the astral environment. You've mastered it. You demonstrate your skill. But you realise its limitations. You are quite literally "boxed-in." You feel constricted. You've outgrown this, there is little growth left for you here.

I've read about the beach/water metaphor demarking the border between astral and mental several times. You are willing to go for a swim. You want to go there, step over into the mental body. Kind of like Kurt said about a recent dream of yours - you're basically ready for making this step.

Now comes a thing of beauty - a symbolism that's really amazing. You deduce that since there are waves there must be a source, and that's the way out of there. Just jumble these words around a bit and it makes total sense:

There is a Source. You long to get closer to it, which would move you beyond your current confined situation. You feel its call from the mental plane like waves. The call of the Source is like ripples in the water, and you know that you can and want to follow this call to its origin. And the mental plane is indeed said to be a state of consciousness that is closer to Source!

No idea about the bears yet. But I think it is significant that you meet those people again just when you set a course of action that would have you led out of there. This might have to do with the reason why you're not stepping beyond the confines of the astral.

Be well,
Oliver

Wow!!!
I am amazed.
Thank you for this, it cleared a bunch of things up, and it points me at the direction that I need to follow. Now, if I can figure out the bear metaphor, (I have a very rough idea) maybe I can do something with this.
Thank you again, Oliver.

He did a good analysis for me today as well that I'd told him in passing simply because it was odd. 8)

:oops: :D

Oliver

the bear indicates 'cave' as in hibernation during winter. the cubs indicate spring, for they were born during hibernating winter, and in spring they arise from the cave.

the hunt's ends you could not avoid, was outside of your choice's domain.

the two cubs represent new life, doubly so, from an old life, singularly so.

sometimes a woman can feel as having lost herself in a life where , mother/child and wife/husband seem to exhaust her every essense of being. however, i would imagine that with your recent loss, that you with the baton in hand, inwardly sense your moment of being you, as yourself now upon the generational precipice.

understand though, that life is precious, that your's is the life, that there is no greater offerring in the world than that woman who is a mother, the daughter becoming what had been looked to as example.

these feelings will resolve themselves within, focus on what is, that it is not lost in the mis-focus of what is outside of one's control.

the cubs represent the two viable life giving relationships that through you are. your child and the husband/father of your child together. these are the newness, they taking on new sight from a forced maturation where loss or void is filling as you carrying the baton that arrived in its unwelcome way.

pretty much then, you are normally assuming another sense of maturity, unwelcome but unavoidable.

so, just as has been and is this choice uncontrollable, such is the consequences of the dream that despite your choice to avoid, faced you anyway.

you are fully capable of this moment's request.

maybe so....

Last night (or early morning) after 4am two dreams and a voice.
My son woke us at 4am- he said he was having nightmares, but we think he was sleepwalking -things were tossed about the living room, and the cats had food in the bowl (the 'night crew' fed them). My husband went to his room with him and I fell asleep.
I was having a dream about a bird coming into my room. It was a large cockatoo, and it was walking around my bed. Then it transformed into a goblin-like creature, a lot like gollum, but not as ugly. It was grayish white, and naked. It was trying to attack me and I decided to try to talk myself out of the situation by asking it questions. (I wasn't lucid to know this was not normal, but lucid enough to know I was 'sort of' safe) so I started asking it lots of questions, not waiting for him to take over the conversation or get too close to me. At some point I diffused the fear and I woke up. Then the alarm went off (my husband's) so I got up and went to my son's room, and woke him up, and went back to my room. It took me a while to get back to sleep, as my hubby was making morning-grooming noises in the bathroom, and I finally fell asleep.
Now I'm in this square room which is a tank of sorts. There are fish swimming around me but I'm not in water. I'm confused. I remember previous dreams in which this has happened. I walk around them and verify they're floating in the air. Then I read a sign on one of the walls, that says that it's a special tank designed for fish to live in, but it's not water, it's a special air that is highly humid, enough for fish to get oxygen out of, and for people to not drown in- it explains that there are fans all around to help with navigation (because of gravity and currents). There are moments when either my grandmother is there, or someone else that is connected to her (not my mom) that is giving me some of this information.
Then some of the fishies start attaching to me (kissing gourami) and I don't like this. I'm afraid to pry them off because I'm afraid I'm going to hurt them (them being small, delicate and meaty) but the guy that invented the tank (and who showed up at some point) grabs them by the fins and yanks them off me, laughing at my reticence to hurt the fish even though I'm being harassed by them.
Then we move out of the tank, and he has some leechy-looking creature on the floor, by my feet, and he says something like "we like to approximate nature in this environment" and then takes this huge python who lunges at the leechlike thing and eats it/them. (He had said something about symbiosis, the fish did something for the snake so it did not attack them). When the snake opened up it's mouth to eat the thing, I was startled and woke up.
Then I laid there in bed with my eyes closed (the place was fascinating and retreating fast) and I heard a female voice that said "Tragedy in San Francisco" in a british-sounding voice. It was soft, sweet and melodic.
This woke me up more, and as I was starting to settle down to listen to more, my alarm went off and I had to get up.

Hello, CF.

That's funny - you're dreaming of "fish(es) out of water!" :D

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like a fish out of water
Completely unfamiliar with one's surroundings or activity

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(http://www.thefreedictionary.com/fish)

Also interesting: You're in a simulation-like environment. These informations fit together - imagine you're learning about a new plane of existence. You're now learning the basics. You feel like a fish out of water - yet.

The basics - you see the "basics of survival" (snake eats leech), but you're also told that this environment only emulates nature. So the place does not necessarily function by these mechanics, but you're in a special environment.

The air that can be both breathed by fish and humans - you're in an area of acclimatization. You're also receiving artificial help for navigating this area (the fans). You're learning to exist within this new energy, get accustomed to it, learn some basic navigation along its energy streams - all in a controlled environment.

The fact that you recall other dreams and use this information to interpret the purpose of this environment (reading the sign) might show that you're making good use of this simulation.

The presence of your grandmother or the connection to her might indicate that this is some kind of preparation area for learning about the mental plane. Remember the "undead rollercoaster" dream? If your grandmother really moved on to the mental plane, this might be part of your motivation to make this step now.

The other dream with the goblin seems to be a fear about overcoming a fear reaction. You use your intuition that tells you that you can risk it and take charge of the situation. You then use your skill to defuse the fear till it's gone. I guess goblins and cobolds are kind of destined to represent negative emotions - especially fear and envy.

Little infomration nugget: This is also similar to the way Bilbo did it in "The Hobbit" - he delayed Gollum with a riddle game of questions till he could escape.

Be well,
Oliver

yeah, i think this is all about the balance of personal power, where fear promotes taking power v. love promotes giving power. gollum is that which from fear murderously seized power, yet in that became the greatest slave to it. this dwells in us all...to seize power from fear. like you said, by talking/questioning your fear dissapated.

even the symbiosis (sp?) of impersonal nature is all about the balance, where imbalance dwells it also pays in the food chain.

this would be your subconscious finding parity with your conscious perspective which apparently allows compromise for some from your oversight of understanding love. but then, a sort of impersonal authority would find that humorous seeing the personal human's loving response; and then with no thought to it pulling the lil buggers loose from you.

this is your supraconscious finding parity with your conscious perspective which apparently sees your allowances as a bit much.

so the whole of your consciousness is balancing in this dream.

the leach is the seeming drain of the world, and the snake is that which would release one from this drain that they'd be a living spring...the reverse.

i would count this mad little dream as a vision of your fullness of sight, being that consciousness which is operatively you as whole being.

this is why your lucidity was there/not there, because all of you was operative in the dream, with you, CFT, in the center of it.

Thank you guys, for making sense of it.

I had talked my hubby into going into my old minister's church.
We had a wonderful service, had our communion (that is, ate with other congregants) and were leaving, when we saw 'next door' (there is another building next to the church) there was a line, so we got curious and started walking in the line. There we saw some old friends (not IRL) and we went to say hi. They said they were going into their temple, and we decided to go take a look. There was some sort of parade, and at the end there were some men with knives which looked bloody. They were doing acrobatics and throwing them up and down. I thought I had read about this 'religion' (not IRL) in one of my classes long ago, and it was controversial. So now I was curious and worried. We were thinking of looking for the exit (I kept whispering to my husband what I thought was going on- cult activity with human sacrifice) when as we were trying to find the exit we were herded to one group, where the people we knew were- and then we were alarmed, because I thought they pointed us out at the people in charge (with the knives) as new recruits- so we entered this room, still looking for an exit we could run to- when we saw a pregnant woman tied up to a post with bare wire. She was crying to another woman that was standing next to her- and she was telling the other one that she had no choice but to do what she did (whatever that was- but I had the impression that it was to get pregnant)- and the other girl acted as if nothing bad was going on- she said "I'm sure you can convince them- it'll be all right." We kept looking for a way out, and at some point I received a 'rote' that the basis of this religion was to realize that life was fruitless, and you were logically supposed to kill yourself- and instead of killing herself, she had chosen to get pregnant, and she had to convince them that this was somehow in accordance to whatever their tenets were.
As I observed and made mental notes on what was going on, I was still trying to figure out how anyone got out of there alive, and I realize some of them did, and I wondered how. Then I woke up, still disturbed, and still interested in what was going on.
Even though I was horrified, I thought it was a puzzle- that is, I was supposed to figure out the solution. There was some sort of 'theater' going on.

Maybe I watched too much Lost.

Hello, CF.

Here some beliefs are played out against each other. On the one hand is a cult (a group holding fanatic beliefs) and they think life is "fruitless." On the other side is a woman opposing this belief with her very body - she's bearing "the fruit."

What is a fruitless life? Maybe the belief that life itself holds no higher purpose and therefore nothing is lost in dying. Your deeper dream self opposes this idea. But are you free of this idea?

In this sense your own family could be an attempt to eradicate this residual belief and find more joy in life in general. But still you are bound by this belief, the mother bound here being you.

On the plus side of your life you enjoy a wonderful service, and a feeling of (comm)union. This the positive side of your beliefs, here expressed as religious beliefs. But maybe sometimes you take interest in darker beliefs (you write you were curious) and even override your deeper judgement (your instinct to flee in the dream) and get caught up (bound by wire) in such beliefs which feel like dying. At least to me - a life without purpose feels really depressing to me.

There is indeed a religion of life with no purpose out there. Look at our society. But even as this prevalent implicit belief takes hold of many, some find a life of spirit nevertheless (you're wondering about them as you wonder how some get out alive). I wonder how many people find their higher aspirations killed by a belief in a "fruitless life." In my opinion it is a real risk.

This one seems to be in line with other dreams where you chose life over death, active resistance over passivity, and where you figure out what is going on behind the scenes. You question hidden motives. On the other hand a certain amount of distrust is also a topic.

The acrobatics and the parade could be the mental acrobatics and the arguments paraded out by people who spread this world view, a logic which they find (and also themselves as persons) cutting and sharp (the knives), but which does a lot of harm (and that's why the knives are bloody - the consequence).

Be well,
Oliver

Wow. You are right on the money.
I'm speechless.

A pleasure. :D

Oliver

So I go to the movies, and the movie is a computerized cartoonlike movie (you know, those CG movies) and there is a scene of Goku going Super Sayin something-or other (the one with the big pointy-fire yellow hair) and I notice that the background is the street in the house I grew up in. Then I'm transported to my old house, and I'm talking to 'people' that are there and they're telling me that a bunch of japanese people went to my neighborhood and filmed the environment and stayed in my house as they were doing the filming.
Then I tell the people at the movie about this being my house and how the road in which Goku is going crazy is the road I could look at from my kitchen window (it's the same view, as if they had filmed from the kitchen window in my old house). Then I was 'there' and I was talking to my mom, and later I was talking to my dad and we talked about how they were both dead but because of the different times of their passing how they had not yet crossed paths.
Then the vista changed to the backyard of said house, and the whole (fenced and walled) backyard was filled with pythons, and for some reason I was afraid to be bitten, so I moved outside of the gate and started walking to the side yard towards the front, and I found a giant anaconda in front of me- I was surrounded. This woke me up immediately.

I am normally not afraid of snakes and know these are not venomous, but in the dream I was avoiding them with fear of being bitten. Also IRL I couldn't tell a python from a boa from an anaconda, but in the dream I could. *shrug*.

So, a lot of snakes lately...

Do you ever call in your Higher Self in a lucid dream? Or do you ever ask dream characters what they represent? Once I had a dream (in which I became lucid) that a cop was chasing me. Once lucid, I turned around and asked the cop what part of me he was (I suppose a leading question). He answered, "The part of you that hates yourself."

Maybe try asking the snakes directly why they're there. Or, if you don't want to do that, ask your Higher Self why they're there.

I know that can be difficult to coordinate, but maybe it would be worth it.

I'd like to, but at the time I was not lucid. There was this "otherwhere" lucidity, in that I was glad to see my mom and my dad in the other side, but not lucid enough to know I was dreaming and trying to analyze it. I have done just that in the past (asking dream characters what part of me they are) but this time my focus was elsewhere.

Maybe you can incubate a dream, though, in which you ask your Higher Self about these past dreams. Or, you can try to suggest to yourself that next time you're lucid in a dream, you'll ask to see the snakes again and try to talk to them. (Bring a mongoose just in case).

Usually if I try something like this, the information I get is cryptic, but sheds some light. For example, my first attempt with asking a dream question was when I very worried about my health. I wrote my question out on a 3x5 card and put it under my pillow for a week. I asked myself the question over and over as I went to sleep. About a week later I had a vivid, non-lucid dream in which I was alone in a cathedral. A statue of an angel sprang to life, turning toward me and offering me a cup. It was so startling that it woke me up. I understood this as the response to my worried question. The angel inviting me to drink seemed to say "The power of life is yours; you're going to be fine." ...I don't know how to explain exactly why I felt like that dream was the answer, but when it came, I was satisfied.