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No, I think it was something like a humanoid giraffe, but the head was teeny-tiny.
Were you around there, Beekeeper? :D
in africa, the language of peace is called giraffe language. humanoid giraffe
http://www.pathiggins.net/giraffe.htm
Whew! Glad it wasn't the peacock. :P :wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
I was having some sort of dream in which I was talking to many deceased people, people who passed years ago and I hadn't seen in dreams for a while, or ever. There was one particular person who I connected with, and we had a nice talk. It was apparent to me that I was preparing to leave this plane (dying) and was trying to resolve issues, but not with the living- with the 'long dead'.
I woke up to a hypnopomp, in which I was given an envelope, which was marked "Source". As I was going to open it someone woke me up. My hubby heard a sound in the back porch and was investigating, and it woke me. I tried to go back to sleep because I wanted to open the envelope and get my message, but I went into another dream, this time I was talking on the phone with a person who I no longer speak to. She was trying to act like my friend, and I was letting her talk to see what she wanted- giving her rope, so to speak. In the middle of the conversation I received another call, someone interrupted the call, and I told her about what this person was doing, and we had a laugh. Then something else happened in the dream (and for some reason it's fuzzy) which woke me up again.
And, that was it.
Ollie, I hope you're around.
Hey, CF.
It would have been unusual if you actually managed to decode the letter right away. I think you still got the message at some level. Remember my "Adyashanti Tape" dream? Same thing.
Could be that this was just related to that plane - because if you wrapped things up here, as you noted, you would resolve issues with the living.Quote:
It was apparent to me that I was preparing to leave this plane (dying) and was trying to resolve issues, but not with the living- with the 'long dead'.
There might be a mediumistic component. All the encounters with your deceased relatives might prepare you to work with the dead. That might be why unknown people showed up.
Maybe the letter from the Source right after you "woke" might be a message that working with the dead might be part of your life purpose, a friendly reminder.
Also, imminent death in a dream can also express urgency - like in "things to do before I die."
And finally death, threat of death and similar things seem to be a common symbol in your dreams - like killers. I think this is a symbol for you not necessarily pointing towards actual death, but what you fear.
Cheers,
Oliver
PS - a letter from Source. This reminds me of something Kurt wrote - hearing the call of Source to return to it. I think it's in "The Unanswered Question." So, if you get a letter from Source it could be a reminder to engage in activities that bring you closer to Source. Like life purpose.
"Returning to Source" does not mean dying, necessarily, even though in the in-between-lifetimes we experience being closer to Source all the time. But to get even closer to Source certain resistances have to be given up, and that is done by finding and fulfilling aspects of your purpose while alive.
Cheers,
Oliver
Another 'ancestor' dream. I go to my paternal grandparent's house, and explore it (empty) as it has happened before. What changes is that at the last room of the house there is some sort of gateway and I go through, and I see a young child (not my son, it may be my father as a child but I'm not sure) and I congregate with some people that are living in that part of the house. I have the impression my grandparents were in the 'second' area, my grandfather especially, and I investigated the area. Part of it was a house that could be converted into a large porch- sometimes it could be a dark house and then some of the outer walls would melt away and it would be a large porch-type outside house (my favorite).
At the end of the dream I lay there watching all sorts of hypnagogics that were pleasant to look at, although at the moment I can't remember what they were.
It was nice, except one part, where I saw a fish die, which made me very sad, making me think it's a signal from my subconscious telling me it's time to going back to vegetarian, at least, for a time.
We were in some sort of tour that took you from house to house. It resembled one of those haunted towns like Tombstone, Arizona. Right at the time to load up to go to the next location, there was something in my shoe. I sat on a bench and took my shoe and sock off, and removed the rock. Then by the time it took me to put my shoes back on, (you know how in dreams it takes forever to do technical things like tie your shoelaces) the bus had gone and my hubby and son were on it. There were only two or three people left behind, and one of them told me that more buses were coming, that all of them were of the same tour, so the next one would go to the same location. So I sat back on the bench, angry that they left me behind (didn't they notice I wasn't in the bus?) and saw a sandwich (meatballs and some other kind of meat on it) and ate it- suddenly I was hungry and wolfed it down, and had the idea to phone my hubby to wait for me in the next location when I woke up.
that's strange. in meditation the other night, i was kinda finding myself 'being' different animals, as if i was able to feel like them. i went thru a number of animals, and stopped on giraffe. feeling the long head, and the weight of it at the end of my long neck... :shock:Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
i hadn't read this thread until now.
Last night I was doing some experiments with an exercise - getting a better hang for it. I asked "What animal would my unlimited self be?" - "Giraffe" - "And my limited self?" - "Affe (ape)" ;)
So, is it "the dreaded giraffe" now or what? ;)
Oliver
It's funny how sometimes you try to connect on purpose (like in the dream experiment we had been participating in) and then when you're not trying, this type of thing happens. :)
Not on the 8th, lovely. :lol:Quote:
No, I think it was something like a humanoid giraffe, but the head was teeny-tiny.
Were you around there, Beekeeper?
Teeny tiny head makes me think of a scene from "Beetlejuice". :D
CF,
spontaneously thought about your dream because I had something stuck in my sock. :)
So, there's "something stuck" you have "to get rid off" before you can "move on." In this case your family has moved on without you, so either you need to clear something out without your family (which could also represent your deceased relatives) or regarding your family.
The act of clearing out the rock might have been symbolic for the necessary energy transformation. The subsequent emotional reaction by taking the dream too literal might be a bit problematic, but that's how it is.
Since you're going places in a ghost town just like Tombstone, all of this could pertain to your work in the afterlife.
Cheers,
Oliver
Maybe- I have been communicating with my mom lately, and no one else is involved in this, that I know of.
1-
I was driving my car somewhere, and I parked it in one of those underground parking garages. It is not my car, it was some sort of minivan or suv. I was looking at the back, and there was a special compartment that was sealed, some sort of high-pressure thing. When I went to get my car again, the back was open and there were some groceries in it, ketchup bottles and other things in it. I thought it was a weird place for my husband to put things in, but I ignored it and got in the car. My son was in the car with me. We drove around for a bit and then all of a sudden the inside of the car started to freeze, or clog up. We got out of the car and looked around. Ir occurred to me that putting the groceries in this compartment messed up the exhaust and caused some sort of problem. When we were going to go back in the car we saw that most of the interior was covered in ice, and there was something dangeours in the way it was growing. I quickly sent my son to call for help (elsewhere) and got into the car, and drove it away from places with people, and then got out of the car and threw myself on the ground as the car exploded.
Then I woke up, and later on had more dreams I don't remember. Then, the early before waking dream:
2-
I was at the place where I went to college, and it had grown immensely. There were new buildings amongst the older ones and the schools were in different places- biology was where the arts school used to be and it was very crowded.
I was walking along the campus quad with a group of people (some I remembered from my college days, and some I remembered from other college dreams, and some I don't remember at all- and we were going over our schedules. This was the first day and everyone had been there before, but were in their last years. I was the only one who had actually graduated and yet wanted to start all over, and was actually scheduled for classes I have already taken, unlike most of them.
I had picked one really interesting class amongst the ones I didn't care if I missed, but was trying to figure out where it was, and every time I went to a dept. I was familiar with, it turned out they had changed the location and it was now in a different building, which I didn't know about. I never remembered a first day being so confusing, in my previous (waking life) college years.
I kept looking for this class, and I didn't even know what time it was supposed to be, I just wanted to go to it, when someone in the group announced that the teacher of the coveted class had announced that since he was so popular and the class was overbooked, he would give a pop quiz the first day, and whoever flunked it or was late would be invited to leave.
So we started to go to the class in a hurry, and I tried to go into a building as a shortcut to the one where this teacher was, when all of a sudden I was stuck in some sort of zoo act, and my son was suddenly next to me. It was one of those acts you see in the zoo where they bring animals out up close and personal so you can pet them. Only here the animals were full grown lions.
I decided I didn't want my son to be in the presence of lions that were not restrained other than by handlers, and once or twice the lions roared in my face, very scary and loud. I took his hand and tried to get out of there and ended up in a different building/room with more lions. So I tried to get through by putting my body between him and the lions. These lions were actually tame and didn't attack or even roar, or anything. They were like kitty cats, and I think at some point they either turned into cats or we ended up in a room full of cats, I'm not sure.
Then I woke up, and that was it.
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Hello, CF.
Seems like there is a high pressure to catch up with things that were inaccessible before. To prevent an imminent explosion. This is related with the access to this new energy body - the mental body Kurt mentioned.Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
If I understand it right accessing higher energy bodies can exert a pressure to release issues from lower energy bodies. Maybe this is dramatized here as the car explosion.
Ice can be energetic blockage. It's symbolic for the opposite of "flow" - everything has frozen and become immobile.
Cheers,
Oliver
going in circles is talking the talk/mimicry, where fear is blind to the gentled sight vs walking the walk which never looks back, is always free of circling simply because the eyes are set upon what they fearlessly love.
Surpass the Dream by stepping in to Life, as it is, Real. When the world is seen 'as it is', and not as one would have it be; then Life is at hand, otherwise life is but a withheld dream as the very splinter within causal of one's yearning ache...to be.
Be Free,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itDf4JIZni8
Hey, CF.
Lots of goodies in the next one! :)
This is possibly to symbolise your own growth - but I'd say the place you perceive is nonphysical.Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
This might denote that you mastered a set of lessons in your last incarnation, and now you are re-learning part of them in this life.Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
This is probably the confusion of trying to bring past life memories in correlation with this life. While the underlying lessons haven't changed as such, the where, when and with whom has. A certain disorientation when compared with "what you already know" (but not from this life).Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
That's maybe a fear to "miss out" symbolised in the dream. Not being there when it happens. Not getting the opportunity to do this. Maybe also something to instill a sense of urgency. Maybe also about the attitudes towards the challenges of learning - of maybe not being up to it or being treated unfairly.Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
I don't know about the rest of the dream.
Cheers,
Oliver
Exactly Ollie. this is why our Earth sheds Her ice, ice which has long withheld our true awakened conscious awareness of Being. Water/Word returning to the Flow. AquariusQuote:
Originally Posted by Korpo
I'd rather say that's global warming. ;)
Oliver
Korpo, say what you will it so to be, yet, what it is is what it is, regardless.
to CFT,
my heart prompts me to do an 'in addition to'.
fear is a righteous instinctive quality if left to it's rightful instinctive quantity that fits the moment. having instinctively feared, as it were, one often steps out of that moment passed, to carry a rightful fear forward and out of it's rightful moment. thus done, is fear magnified beyond it's right, therefore having become wrong, wrong for the one fearing and wrong for the one feared for. simply because, an overprotective air teaches the one feared for to fear, but not to fear in fear's own right, but to fear in that magnitude unbefitting the moment. one cannot presume to say beyond that, to point in judgement of another, yet one may say that love frees, and works to free what is enslaved in and of it's own fear's magnified.
I have been honored to have shared some few words of your personal story of birthing and Motherhood, and i cannot imagine a more perfecting Mother whom seeks out the truth within Herself, not for self alone, but selflessly that truth be passed to the next freed in it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUYGzZ0tQpA
i can say from personal experience, having myself been the overprotective parent. that when it is time, and the time unavoidably does arrive; that the separation's upheaval is equal to that which binds it together. in otherwords, if as the parent, there is magnified fear of overprotection, then the child in equal severity severs the bond. for they must, if they are to fly with freed wings.
the fruits of the tree and the waters of the spring must find balance, or to say that one's actions must find parity with one's thoughts. if then, one in their hearted thoughts wish for a child in their rightful flight of freedom to succeed, then the head's actions must by preparatory example engender this teaching of hearted thought. if the two, heart and head, are not of one united accord, then by example, we fail unto failure; as if to have set very freedom to fail, merely that one's wings have purpose in sheltering what has been taught not to succeed. when, it could be, could have been, two equals fearlessly flying side by side.
this i felt to add, but if i have missed the mark, please forgive.
tim
When I woke up I was reminded of the story of Daniel and the Lions, and the detail that even though I was trying to protect my son from the lions I knew 'deep down' that he was really not in danger. Maybe that's why they turned into kitty cats. But you're right, I do worry, and I constantly battle myself to not be 'that helicopter mom'.
But I get what you're saying, there was some of that, there always is.
I know you know, is why i said. You are that which freely from love love's to free. this, i know by experience, is hard to pull off irl with the most precious gift of our life, our child/children.
I wasn't herein preaching at you, as if you are not doing just that. i am merely responding from a heart having read your dream's symbolic reveal.
Back in college.
This time I'm in the cafeteria, and I'm surrounded by the group of girlfriends from the previous dream. We're eating and talking about a variety of things. Then they leave and a guy comes in and sits with me, who is still hanging out. He starts showing me this novelty item we had all been messing with, some sort of plastic paper that folds in interesting ways and has some sort of puzzles and entertaining things to read in it. He starts to tell me about them. I have some sort of affinity with him, like we're from the same place. As we're talking, my husband comes in and sits with us, and we start looking at the plastic thingie, and I start telling him about it.
Then I woke up.
Back at work.
Another version of the 'back to my old-old job' dream. In it I'm back with the same boss but new people in a new place. I'm walking along the place singing along to an 80's type rock song (available only in the NP) when the 'radio' faded out like some stations do and I 'remembered' the ending so I kept singing it to myself- it was a four-note melody that I kept singing to myself even after I woke up.
It was a very sleepy morning so I walked around in a semi-trance for a long time with the song postlude in my head, but for now it's faded, and I don't remember it anymore.
How I felt this morning:
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Love those kitty-pics. :D
Damn I'm a sucker for those critters. :shock: :?
I dream, all too often, of being back in the situation with my old oil-man boss in ultra modern and extravagant dreamscapes - back when I was 'earning' almost ludicrous wages and I was like the ♥♥♥♥-of-the-walk. :roll: Do these dreams come to taunt me, now in a much lowlier estate? Or should I see them as reassurance that I have not lost it all, but still have it all, though now in another reality?
Is there a particular happiness associated with your 'old old' job?
Not necessarily- but it was a time where I was completely self-sufficient; I had a boss that had complete confidence in me, (imagine a woman running an electronics company full of male techs) to the point that when I left work to have my baby they kept my job open, and when it was apparent that I wasn't coming back (that's a more personal story) they sold off the part of the company I ran and retired- a boss that let me do whatever I decided was best for the company, and went fishing for weeks at a time leaving me in charge- this man gave me raises when I didn't ask for them, and always taught me to have self-confidence. It was the dream job, with flexible hours and a good insurance package.
The negatives were that I was in a place that had no public access like a store, I worked with the same people for almost twenty years (the same conversations day in and day out) and had no outside contact except with techs from other companies who called me on the phone to get tech support for the equipment they were working on.
So I could go weeks without having anything like an intelligent conversation with anyone, and it was literally soul-sucking.
So when it was time to go I wanted to go, although I'd miss the money and sense of self-sufficiency- if I miss anything about it is that- the ability to take care of finances without feeling like I owe someone something.
I do work ATM, but from home, which feels more like 'I'm helping out' instead of taking care of business-but that's my hangup.
Right and ditto to a degree. My boss/friend called me 'Genius' and entrusted his millions to my stewardship. He had complete confidence in me to the extent I always felt I couldn't do enough, or might fail. He would leave for days, even weeks at a time to languish on his yatch, and his business was in my hands. But I didn't fail, there was no provision for that, and sadly my intrepitude and the attractiveness of a beautiful secretary came between us.
These dreams that place me back in 'those days' are always bitter-sweet. :|
Hello, CF.
The background you gave makes for some interesting context. New people at the old job. So, in the dream one of the main limitations is overcome. You remember the good feeling of having responsibility and self-sufficiency. So, it is to remind you of the good aspects.
Work is "life purpose." Back at your old work could mean that you reconnect either to an aspect of your growth that got neglected for quite a while (reference to the 80s) or that you connect to an aspect of your purpose that's even older than this lifetime - old work/new people. In the later case, same boss would mean continuity regarding guidance.
Cheers,
Oliver
I have gone to one of the houses in the neigborhood I grew up in. It's the house of one of the only two neighbors left- everyone else sold the houses and moved away (in real life).
I go into T's house, and when I come in there is a multitude of people that are in the living room- these are the survivors-(of what?) some of the people there are dead, but most are alive.
I come in and sit, and everyone is sharing. It's some sort of a support group. I sit and listen but don't participate (or at least I don't remember participating.)
I don't know what happened afterwards, I think it turned into some other dream.
The night before last night I had a dream in which something happened, but it was accompanied by something I didn't want to hear (personal issues, won't explain). Then yesterday I found out that the first thing happened Saturday (the dream was Sunday night), and now I'm afraid that it's going to lead to the second thing, which is not horrible, just not pleasant.
Last night, like a series of competitions/tasks- I went through what you could call a place that was carnivalesque in appearance, which had many booths, and each one had a task to complete. I cannot remember what all the tasks were, but at some point I finished all the tasks. In one of them someone encouraged me to cheat, but I didn't, because I understood that I wouldn't learn anything by cheating. I believe some of the activities involved weapons, but I am not sure what kind. At the end, there was a graduation ceremony, and there was a lot of mud in the area we were supposed to be in, an outdoorsy area. As we all got 'diplomas/keys', when I got mine some of my teeth started to fall off. No pain, and not all of them, but they were falling off. For some reason this didn't give me angst, like other times, because I knew I was either going to get new ones or replace the ones that fell out somehow.
Hello, CF.
This has all the contents usually associated with an initiation experience - tests, graduation, even a slightly weird version of "replacing old with new."
The carnival is a hint that the booths are simulations - unreal, tests of skill, almost a game. This is followed by a graduation experience, and the mud might be a visual pun that your clarity/lucidity was a bit muddy during this whole experience.
The key represents unlocking of new abilities or unlocking of a new body. This could for example mark the stepping over from the astral to the mental body, as in establishing your consciousness firmly there. Notice any and all changes in the coming nights to see if this is the case.
They way you react to the loss of your teeth is awesome. It's a signal of faith in the process. You lose something but you are firm in your knowledge that you will also gain something, that the new will replace the old.
Cheers,
Oliver
In this dream I was in the house where my mother in law used to live. I was having a very long and convoluted chat with my father in law, who is deceased. It was long and complicated, and happened sometime in the middle of the night, before I projected.
I think it happened in between hearing people walking around the house and projecting.
I also "saw" something in the moonlight before going to sleep, that I can't describe. Don't know if this influenced me or not, but last night before going to my bedroom, I walked around the house in the dark (as I always do, I always think I haunt my house, lol) and the moon is almost full now- at least the gleam last night was very bright. I looked outside and could see a silvery figure in between two trees when I wasn't focused on it, but when I looked at it there was nothing. I stood there and 'played look-see' with it for a while, not knowing if it was a trick of the eyes with the way the moonlight was angled, or if it was my normal 'romantic' way of looking at things. Then I went to bed, and slept fitfully most of the night, getting up frequently to pee or drink water.
Hello, CF.
I'm sure you saw someone. Because it reminds me so much of what I saw - though many years ago. 2006.
Cheers,
Oliver
You're going to have to tell me about this one of these days.Quote:
Originally Posted by Korpo
I was dreaming about being somewhere in the country with my dad. I was telling him that I wanted to go back and work the land, become a farmer. He was telling me that I should decorate the house beautifully with the farm profits. Then I woke up to a phone call (that was a wrong number). I tried to go back to the dream and ended up in my mother's house (the one she lived in while older). I was in one of the rooms that were converted to a garage and someone was telling me that they wanted to give me something. The smell of the place was so strong that it shocked me and woke me up a little. Then I went back in and was in another of the rooms, and was being hugged by someone. The love I felt from the hug was overpowering, and the smell of the place was very strong also. Shockingly so. I woke up after this one (just minutes ago).
The smell is something extraordinary. It's a house on the beach that has been mostly closed up for months. And I could smell it.
Hello, CF.
Unless you truly have wishes to become a farmer, this could mean that you are "planting the seeds" for future growth. There's work to be done, but your dad tells you that you will benefit, and that the payoff of such work will be a self you will be more at home with.
The thing with the smell is amazing. Kudos! 8)
Cheers,
Oliver
There is some 'real life backstory' in regards to the farm, but the way it's put together and the time it's presented I think it has to do with something more symbolic. I'll pm you with the details and you tell me what you think.
Last night's, or the night before's. Just remembered almost a day or two later.
I was at the beach, or at some sort of beach resort. I walked by the seashore, and noticed the whole shore was bordered with shallow pools of water along the shore, deeper than the edge. Behind the pools was the open ocean. In some of the pools there were people fishing, and in other pools there was nothing happening. In some of the pools there were fish, and they were having races, from one side of the pool to the other. They were having fun. :D In the open ocean part there were some people swimming.
I approached a building that seemed prominent (like a lifeguard shack, etc.) and talked to someone (male) who told me that before, when people were fishing, no one used to be allowed in the water, and vice-versa, but since "Jim" had taken control of the place, he had organized it so everyone could go in when they wanted, provided they used the correct areas.
It was approaching dusk and I wanted to go in the water, so I dipped a foot in one of the pools, and found the water to be warm, which surprised me, considering the time of the year (it's autumn here in the northern hemisphere). As usual, I woke up before jumping in.
Cool vivid dream, CF. Jim sounds pretty decent! :wink:
All our extraterrestrial talk had me dreaming vividly too - UFOs galore and (because I'd watched PInk Floyd's The Wall again before bed) a gloriously vivid sky movie.
I'm surprised I didn't have ET dreams, considering. :D
I had two dreams last night. ATM I recall the second one, may bring me to the first one.
I was walking to the library. On my way there I ran into an old acquaintance (not a friend). He started walking with me even though I'd have preferred he went someplace else. I went into the library and he stayed in, and started sparring with the people in it. I walked out. Then I ran into Oliver, who was also on his way to the library. I walked with him, and went we went in there, it was a free-for all, people fighting. I recall there was a soda machine on top of him (Oliver, you looked younger and very thin) and I remember pulling him out of the room by his feet, until we went outside. Then my brother W. walked in and started fighting in there. At this point I woke up and wondered what it was all about.
In the first dream, after some stuff I don't remember (had to do with my moving away on my own to a different place, and being some sort of spy), I was listening to what some people were saying and was supposed to tell someone the information I had learned. We were on a beach, and to talk to my 'contact' I had to go under water, because I knew we were being watched and listened to. I was angry at the lack of opportunity to be able to talk, but knew it had to be that way.
Hey, CF.
I would expect to be so - under a soda machine. :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
You're the second person in a week commenting on my slim energy body. No kidding!
Cheers,
Oliver
We were out on a field and there was a hot tub. I was sitting in it outside and my husband was pouring hot water over my back. I realized that the tub was on a cliff and that the place that my feet were in had caved in and the water ran down the cliff. Although I was sitting on a ledge-rock, I decided it was too dangerous, and we moved to another part of the field/mountain.
Later on there was either another dream in the same scenario or a continuation of the dream, in which there was a serial killer killing women in the forest/mountains/fields and we were trying to somehow catch him.
I suspect the second part of the dream came from a TV show I was watching.
yup, what one eats is what one also must digest. as my wife frantically stated the other night before we got in the bed, "I got chili bubbles... :cry: ". and i laughed at her because i had chili hot air baloons :twisted: .
was good chili though. :P
Scenario to scenario- first, a farm/grandpa dream:
I am walking in what seems to be arid ground. All of a sudden many people tell me that the crops are in and the harvest is bountiful- they have eaten all they can and there is more. I comment that this is one of the good things about cultivation is that when crops come in, you have more than enough for yourself and can share with your neighbors. My husband and others are outside, and tell me the grapes are wonderful. I walk to the arbor where the grapes are and see an arch with many grape bunches hanging from them. I strain to reach them and get momentary vertigo, finally grab one and put it in my mouth. It tastes good and I walk back and look at what seemed arid just a moment ago. There are many grape bunches in the arbors, and the lentil trees are full of lentils. (They are not 'regular' lentils, but a cross between something called 'gandul' and a regular lentil. The gandul is a tropical lentil that grows in Puerto Rico and the Bahamas (and other islands, I'm sure). They're also called pigeon peas. Anyway, the trees in my dream didn't have the pods you would find the lentils in, but the lentils were growing directly from the bark of the tree, like wheat or oats on the stalk.
Then my grandfather is there standing besides me. He is happy that I had the crops come in. I tell him that I got my love for gardening from him, and thank him for giving me the love for growing things and having beautiful scapes. He hugs me and I hug him. I feel love.
I started to wake and wanted to go back into the dream. You could say that from now on I phased, because I remained lucid.
I'm in OP at the beach house. It mainly looks like it does now, but with one exception. There is one room with lavish appointments and a beautiful bathroom. I have never seen it before, it looks like a 'secret apartment'. I wonder if someone (other than my family) ever used it or owns it, even though it's inside my/our house. I walk in nervously, see it's empty, and then look back out to the rest of the house from the open doorway. From my line of sight I see where I am (from a first person point of view, looking outside at the other rooms) I see that I am actually where my grandmother's room used to be, only it has been replaced by this lavish apartment.
Now I walk outside and I see my mother outside in the porch, walking around. She looks younger than in life, but not as young as I saw her in my precog dream about her. She is happily walking outside, there are butterflies and flowers in the area, which are not exactly that way anymore. I know this is not going to last and at some point I am going to 'come back to reality'- I know that she is in a self-created fantasy and I wonder if she knows she is dead. I feel I must help her but I want to enjoy being with her. I know that there is a window of opportunity- helping her move on and lose contact with her, or stay with her and enjoy these moments that are so precious to me. I hang out with her and feel her love, and at some point decide the scene is about to end- so I approach her, hold her hands, which btw felt very solid and real, and feel this love coming from her, and I enjoy this moment of communion with her, and tell her something like "you do know that you are dead, don't you?" She smiles and starts to fly and become not so much transparent as light, and she floats away, and dissapears as she goes up. Then I am left standing in the porch, with the memory of the feeling of her hands in mine, and the love that was shared by us. Then I'm back on the farm.
I am back in the grounds I was standing on before (the house in the farm), and there are some neighbors sitting on the side of the house just talking. I walk towards the grove I was presently at. (The grape-filled archway that was a gateway to the farmland) and start to levitate. I am now about ten to fifteen feet off the ground and remembered when I used to have these abduction experiences in the past. I 'realized' that I was being tested, that whoever had made me come up was testing me for fear. I crossed my arms (mummy style) closed my eyes and began to affirm that I was not afraid, that this was not scary and I could not be harmed. After a few minutes, I was lowered back to the ground, where I felt triumphant. I looked at the men who were on the side of the house, to see if they had seen what happened. They appeared not to notice. I then walked to the grape archway, levitated a bit and grabbed a bunch of grapes. Then I woke up again, with the distinct feeling that the force that did this was someone I knew, who was trying to mess with me on purpose.
I thought about this for a while and began to phase again. I saw a variety of scenarios and people I knew. I was given names and circumstances, and once when I was contemplating some negative action on my part a female voice firmly said something like "are you serious"? I understood completely that I wasn't going to 'go there' and retreated from this thought, and went into the next scenario.
I am now not sure about the order of events- I think it was: farm, farm, OP house, OP house with mom, back at farm and levitation attempt. I think so because when I was being levitated I concentrated on the love I had felt from my grandfather and then I had the scene with my mom at the OP house. But am not sure. I think I actually got up and walked around between experiences but that just confuses everything even more.
This was in the middle of the night, and I slept after that a lot.
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Originally Posted by Gillstationaire
Hello, CF.
This is indeed a bountiful harvest you're experiencing here! 8) Everything you know and all the training of your awareness over the years leads into this rich, detailed and above all understandable experience you could recall.
I think at the beginning your vibration wasn't quite up to what you needed for the next parts. When you stretched you experienced a moment of vertigo - I think this was an awareness shift that momentarily disoriented you. That you must have shifted up some is indicated also by the vagueness of the temporal order, indicating that you're trying to translate events "out of time" into a sequence that makes sense to yourself and cannot quite do it.
Outstanding clarity and lucidity, kudos! :D
Cheers,
Oliver