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Thanks, Oliver.
Even though I think this was a projection (had some remote viewing and exit symptoms when I lay down to sleep) I fell asleep, so it goes here.
Was dreaming about this house we built. (Recurring theme, need to follow it as pathworking, have been considering it).
This time I was excited (and whoever was with me was excited too) that we were building a basement in the house. The basement was halfway built but it was looking nice, with some white tiles covering the bottom, and there were downstairs going to some caves we could go back down and visit.
Even though in retrospect it seems creepy now (furnished basement that connects to underground cavernous realms creepy), during the dream it was exciting and happy.
Then the dream went somewhere else that I have forgotten.
Hey, CF.
Could mean that you are "laying the foundation" for the next energy body, while at any time you could go back down "to the lower plane" (underground, the caves) if you want to. The happiness you felt leaves space for a positive interpretation even if the picture doesn't seem very positive by itself.
Cheers,
Oliver
last night or early in the morning (more than 12 hours ago) I dreamed a few things, that included heavy impact force like a tsunami, that caused wind-like conditions in some sort of a place surrounded by a force field, which protected me from the direct impact of the 'thing', but didn't completely protect me from the pressure that it caused. My parents were in the dream, in a different region, and they had asked me to stay with them, but instead I went to the 'other side' of this region where the 'event' happened.
Hard to explain, even harder to describe.
What lovely vivid dreams, CFTraveller. . . .I find caves to be mystical places, & feel that being beneath the ground is not always a bad place to be; it is like being in the womb of mother earth for regeneration (for me). Was there water in your caves? I often encounter a pool of pure, blue water in "my" caves.
water and wind are big archaic forces, which I connect to feel/empathy and spirit/insight - but how do you yourself perceive this dream-message? On a more personal- or on a more mankind, or astral, universal plane? Or possibly all at the same time, as there may exist so many layers and levels of realities beside each other?
Hello, CF.
Are both of your parents deceased (on the "other side")?Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
So, you have a big force impacting you from outside - the tsunami. You are shielded from the main impact - the force field. And you finally experience turbulence - the wind. It seems a bit prophetic in nature, like telling you something's happening "around" you, but you're shielded "from the worst," though some turbulence cannot be avoided.
I wonder what would have happened if your decision had been different, if you had evaded it altogether?
Cheers,
Oliver
Yes. My dad passed away in 1985 and my mom just last year. So yes, I am aware that 'the other side' means 'dead', but I don't know why in the dream they wanted me with them to protect me from the wave/pulse. Maybe part of me thinks being dead is safe, but I don't think it is.Quote:
Originally Posted by Korpo
I didn't want to evade it, I wanted to be there to see it. I guess the part of me that wants to be here is stronger than the part of me that doesn't. Your guess is as good as mine, re the tsunami.Quote:
So, you have a big force impacting you from outside - the tsunami. You are shielded from the main impact - the force field. And you finally experience turbulence - the wind. It seems a bit prophetic in nature, like telling you something's happening "around" you, but you're shielded "from the worst," though some turbulence cannot be avoided.
I wonder what would have happened if your decision had been different, if you had evaded it altogether?
Cheers,
Oliver
On nov. 28 or 29 early, I dreamed that an old friend, L. C., who I haven't seen in two or three years, was younger than her years. She's approx. 58 to 60ish, but in my dreams she was in her twenties, even younger than when I met her.
Just noting it down for further reference, because I have the feeling it's going to come up.
Dreamed that I was in the afterlife, in the area where the recently deceased are counseled.
I found myself counseling a young woman, who was very distraught, because she had suffered a great loss. While I was still in the dream, I wondered why it was that she had suffered the loss, yet we were all in this afterlife realm. It didn't make sense in that context to me. I woke up with a feeling of sadness.
I remembered more about the place we were in. It was a house, but it was a house that was different. On the left room there was a rather large pool, the right side of the room was separated from the pool room with a small step-like wall, (like half a foot high) and there was water on the ground. The whole floor was made of the surface that the bottom of pools are made of, and there was water (about half a foot of water) everywhere, even in the kitchen. I wondered how these people could live always immersed in water.
bereavement counseling on the other side. sounds interesting, i never thought of that before. loss goes both ways i guess, is the message.
a friend of our works as a hospice nurse, has for a few decades, she values highly the seeing of folks in a good way through to the other side. recently our friend lost her colleague in hospice work, who was another 'she' working as the bereavement counselor. this colleague had just gone through a rough divorce after a lifetime of marriage. apparently her husband had found a younger model to play house with, and the kids were all growed up and gone. well, next thing they know, this colleague doesnt show up for work for a coupla days. checking on her, they find her in her home having ended her life. apparently some folks and colleagues forgot to counsel the bereaved bereavement counselor. sometimes we imagine because someone has a certain skill that if found in personal need of that skill, they can solve their own problem skillfully. well, that's not a human possibility.
perhaps this dream poses a choice, the kind of choice requiring much educated opinion before it is decided upon. the cat in a curious moment kinda thingy.
be well,
tim
I think last night's dreams (or projections, I did some meditative work before bed last night) were significant. I had some regarding children I can't remember, but the last one was quite dramatic.
My husband was a pilot and I was me as I am today. He had an airplane that he had worked on, and we had discovered that if he flew it at certain times it could go to the past. It was something that we had discovered by accident, and part of the dream was me explaining the process to the wife of a man we had saved.
Some years ago, this man was dying of colon cancer. My husband was flying him to the hospital when something happened and he had to mess with the engine, and the result was that the flight happened at a time of a particular planetary configuration (!), and when he got there it was a few years in the past. Then they found the past version of the man, had him have surgery when the cancer was a very small polyp, and had saved his life. This man was a surgeon, so that when they got back to the present they dedicated themselves to helping people that were dying of various diseases by going into the past and either getting it on time or helping them not make the choices that got them to the point in the 'present'.
Now, I was explaining the 'real truth' of the miracle cures we were performing to the wife of the man in question, because they had a son that had overdosed with dangerous drugs, and was in the hospital on life support, expected to make it. He was angry and demanding to be saved, and his mother was also, asking why, if we could save his father, how come we couldn't save him? So I was trying to explain that we had the ability to go back only at a certain time (because of the planetary configuration dealie) and try to go back in time to try to convince him not to get addicted, or to try them in the first place, and that would be the best we could do, and she was angry and distraught.
At some point I was trying to figure out how to pull this off when I woke up.
Hello, CF.
This feels like tracing effects to their causes. Anything in one's personality can be traced in such a way, possibly also emotional material that diseased the body or difficult decisions. Tracing something to its origins can help unravel the energetic construct and help not repeating the same effects "in the future."
From my point of view that would come under the heading of somewhat advanced meditation - maybe that's why you represented it as a complicated time travel scheme? Every meditation of this kind traverses through our life for the original events and energetic causes and seeks to release them.
I remember sitting in meditation and having spontaneously have events and memories come back from child- and teenagehood, things I haven't thought about in ages, spontaneously and with no external trigger. I think it's at this stage of meditation where such unravellings occur.
Travelling on a plane might be an interesting portrayal of the process, because again here we have a vehicle of consciousness, but an advanced one. This might be a clue as to which energy body is involved. Planes and helicopters indicate an even higher degree of mobility than any ground-based vehicles, for example.
Cheers,
Oliver
PS - it reminded me of one of my dreams: http://forums.astraldynamics.com/vie...135412#p135412
Cheers,
Oliver
I have been rereading a book and introspecting regarding my now extended 'Dark Night of the Soul', and last night before bed I asked Whoever to please give me some sort of insight about 'what's real' vs. what's my own desire.
I went to sleep and I had a variety of dreams, some that 'already happened' (meaning they were some sort of precognitive) and the last one, which went like this:
I was in some sort of either hotel or school or apartment building. My son was with me but didn't look like himself. However, I had my own consciousness.
I was meditating, and had claivoyance. I saw a man who was possessed by a demon and was fulfilling some sort of ritual in which he was supposed to kill a certain number of people, in a very predetermined ritualistic way. I had the feeling the man was 'dumb', not because he was, but because the entity that was possessing was limited in understanding, and had to do one thing at a time in a prescribed way, sort of like a smart zombie. He had been successful because he was moving from dwelling to dwelling, surprising the people who were there, but other than the element of fear/surprise, he wasn't very agile or quick-thinking.
So I 'see' what he did and where he's coming, and I start running to get my child. Even though he is heavy and big, I grab him and start to run to the door. The 'man' is taken by surprise and stalls enough for me to almost make it out the door. He became flustered, and had decided we were next so he started changing his approach, and invoking some other dark entity. At the moment I began to feel afraid, and when I realized that the fear was meant to paralyze me, I started to invoke the Light of Christ, and to affirm that God is in Charge.
This made me snap out of it and I started running, and running down the streets.
I ran for a very long time and entered another town. This town appeared to be blessed and secure, and I knew I was safe there.
Now the dream changed perspective. I went from first person to third person, and I was sitting reading a book/magazine, the story I had just experienced. It was the story of the woman who had written it, who, upon reaching this other town, settled there and became an editor of a famous Home and Garden type of magazine. I was looking at the magazine and there was a page of various salads, and it featured Salad Niçoise , which was either her invention, or her favorite salad, or representative of the place she was (Nice, I suppose, but I'm not sure as at that moment I was waking up).
CFT,
You are real.
Hello, CF.
Nightmares play the role of releasing negative emotion, in this case quite probably survival fears. The dream itself played out the fears and it seems to have succeeded in releasing what it was created for, because you were released from the dream itself and could see yourself as editor (creator) of the dream itself, which was meant to clear your astral body of the fear energy.
Both "hotel" and "school" could point to the astral plane as where this is taking place, a likely location for releasing fear stored up in the astral body. The fears could have to do on the one hand with any perceived threat to your independence (a long-running dream theme IIRC) and also a bit of the worry about your son.
There are many signs that you're getting on top of those fears, including the positive ritual, and also the way you can later on experience the dream from outside. It seems like you are also succeeding in another endeavour. The other side of town, safe and secure, could be the mental plane - blessed because it is closer to Source.
Establishing yourself firmly in the mental body as the base of your consciousness could be the current goal you are running through. This would require finally cleansing and aligning the astral body to a degree that allows for this. I think that's what is happening here. To watch yourself from outside (or above) usually is a sign to watch the action just perceived from the perspective of a higher body, so I think the editor is the mental body observing the cleansing process in the astral body taking place, guiding the current stage of your growth.
Cheers,
Oliver
Back to the farm- in two dreams.
>We had moved back into the farm, and were remodeling the old house. There was an old man, my grandfather's majordomo when he was alive. He had kidnapped my son and was going to teach him how to be a cowboy. He had gone with him willingly, so I was walking around the farm looking for him not knowing where to look. Someone (a relative, not sure who) remembered where the old man lived, and took me to his shack. It was daytime so the majordomo was out working in the fields. I found my son sleeping in a room, healthy and well- except he had tattoos in his back (over both shoulder blades, two octagons with designs on them, and he told me he had gotten it from doing some sort of work which I didn't understand. I then got on a horse and took him home. He was fine and happy and liked this farming life.
I then woke up with a bitch of an asthma attack, tried a few things and finally settled on my inhaler, which woke me up. I tried to sit on my recliner to get my breath back but it was too cold in it (it's been in the thirties at night for two nights in a row here in sunny FL) and finally got back to bed about an hour later. It took me a long time to go back to sleep, in between my inability to breathe, and getting comfortable in bed. Finally went to sleep around 6 (when my hubby woke up) and had the following dream:
> We're back in the farmhouse, and are surveying the work that needs to be done. We are now moved in the house and some rooms are remodeled, but there is a lot of work to be done. There is old plywood all over where it had been sloppily half-repaired, and we are removing the old stuff and working as we go. It's time to go to sleep in the house and some creatures (succubi type) come to try to molest us. I insult them and kick them out of the house.
Then we walk around the exterior of the house (which looks nothing like the real house in the physical did when it existed) and notice that there is a restaurant in the top of the back side of the house, which had been remodeled. I ask someone (a man in charge, like a lawyer- a dream lawyer maybe, no one I know in waking life) and he said that the top of the house was sold to this restaurant, who (and I just got this pun) had restored this part of the house.
So then the alarm woke me up, and I'm still sleepy.
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Hello, CF.
A friend just shared his perception of the symbolism of meal preparation - the similarity to reality creation. So, a restaurant could mean something similar.
Tattoos remind me of "energy imprints." Remember when dkane reported his adventure in consciousness where he said he was learning to tattoo? I think he was tattooing a young Indian monk in that one.
Octagons remind me of the trigrams of Daoism, like this:
http://medimihi.de/lichtschatten/trigramm.gif
Cheers,
Oliver
Korpo,
I admire the brevity of your replys. i suppose that for this time of year, the symbol you've offered is good ole santa and his eight reindeer.
tim
:D
Oliver
Before bed I asked my sub. to send me some guidance, as I'm drawn to something but the universe seems to be sending me a different message, and I am not sure what is the 'right' path to take.
I dream a series of things that I already have forgotten, and find myself in my old workplace, which has been combined with a yet older workplace, a restaurant I worked at when I was in college.
I am sitting on a bench in front of some equipment I have already repaired, but there is no more work and if I turn it in I have nothing more to do. I am bored and sleepy (yes, I know what that's about, lol) it seems I have been repairing this equiment for so long I have been sleeping through it, and I half-wake to see that the restaurant part of the company is very busy, there is a lunch rush going around us as we sit on our benches sleepy and fat, unmoving. I then decide to work on the restaurant part of the business, since I have prior experience. I approach my manager who before I speak says "go take a break". I give him the equipment and tell him I want to help with the rush. He says to me that I am too expensive to work in that side, and I tell him I have already punched out and can work for him at a different rate but I'd rather work for less money than sit around and collect a big paycheck while doing essentially nothing. He doesn't respond (is rather baffled) and I jump to action, running for the kitchen (which is like two feet away around us).
I see some plates and start heaping some lettuce in some empty plates to get ready for the salads that will need to be made for the people that are ordering. Then the alarm goes off and I punch it down for another ten minutes, and go into a series of images and as I try to pay attention I am told the name of a woman (I get the impression she is a woman) that sounds like Hiu Jao Shen or something like that, and the alarm goes off again.
Then I really got up.
Hello, CF.
So, you're returning to your old work(place) with reality creation (restaurant).Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
Maybe you have forgotten the fun part of reality creation while you did all that purging/cleansing (repair) work?Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
So, you really seem tired of this one-sided business and ask for some (re-)creation.Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
There is a shift of values (money) involved. You overdeveloped one side over the other, and now feel drawn to balance this. Management is probably your mental elemental and its belief structure (right and valuable are often relative to a belief structure), so money is representing what your original belief structure values, while you represent the desired change - you want to give up the restrictions inherent from the old beliefs and balance it with something else (less money = less of the old belief structure's values).Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
You want some growth (greens/salad = green = growth) from doing something new that helps fill people's needs.Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
Maybe "Hiu Jao Shen" is a play on the sounds, but I could not find no comparable work, anything "ju-...-tion" or something similar.Quote:
Originally Posted by CFTraveler
Cheers,
Oliver
.. this time I was the teacher.
I was in a school, when I began to levitate. I flew around and did some tricks I had never done before. I was trying to traverse some obstacles (escher-type stairs) and overcame them. Then I noticed that some people were staring at me, and wanted me to explain how to do it. I then was explaining to some adults some of the techs, when some people in a school (like an elementary or middle school) saw me and were afraid, unlike others who thought it was cool and wanted to watch.
A child approached me and told me he was afraid to learn because his mother had labeled all of these things as 'occult', and therefore 'of the devil'. I then told the child that this was not against God, because God wants the best of us, and this flying helps us to get through difficult places, and if God didn't want us to do it we would not be able to. I remember explaining more details about this theme, how no one was hurt from being able to fly (actually, it would prevent falling injuries because people wouldn't fall and hurt themselves, etc.
Then some more 'regular' types of daily-world things got my attention and I left to go home, and soon woke up.
That's so cool, so you're a teacher in the astral worlds! Did you teach anyting that you did not consciously know that you know? (sorry weird english!)
Not that I remember. The techs I was using were slightly different that what I normally do, and the 'counseling' of the children was something new, but other than that no.
Last night:
There was some sort of group activity that was happening, and I was supposed to be part of it. I found myself not to be properly attired, so I sat down to watch instead of taking part in it. Then my husband came out of 'left field' and asked me why I was not with the others, and I told him I wasn't wearing the right shoes (I had cowboy shoes instead of whatever everyone else was wearing, which looked like black Gis) and it looked like everyone else was doing some sort of Form (Kata). I told him I was waiting for 'later', but he seemed upset I was missing the proceedings.
I wasn't upset, I felt fine where I was.
Hu-Jah Shem, or Hashem =The Name, where Ha = The or God, as in God's Name, Shem = Name. many refer to god as Jah alone, yet to include Hu = Universe, we have both sides of God in a referenced of 2 in a unity, married as a union = 1, equivelants of one another, or reflections partnered. though remember God beyond God is nameless, as are we all at 'that' level of relating. many refer to Hu as the primal first sound, indicative in the combination of aum, aka om. as I am, I aum. Human, where man is god's, and a human is a godly man, lest one be a man alone against the world undone. sanskrit gives 'hu' as meaning 'god', the nameless or many names.
you werent being indicated to a specific name, but rather to The Name, this 'woman' represents the feminine, or the soul. and CFT bares the name, or whatever C stands for.
in dreams/visions we run upon ancient language references, sometimes the whole dream is spoken in the first language (origin, source). it is hard to bring it up into our multi-linguistic world and decipher it. but not impossible, as all language stems from this root, the language of angels, of God beyond "god" as a thought.
it is in respect to this truth, that understanding refers to and even addresses GOD as HaShem, or simply as YOU. like saying to someone whose name you do not remember or simply do not know, you say, "hey you", as in HaShem. the magic of "hey you" is that it breaks down to "hu". 'YOU' is derived from the mystery of "I am" and "Thou". where it is said that when asked "who are you", HaShem answered, "I am that I am". and again, the e(i)nlightened human rises up from having stripped everything from what is a thoughted "god", saying "Thou Art That" or "That Thou Art"...etc, to denote the No-thing of God beyond God.
tim
Wow. Thanks, Tim.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tutor
Some of this will be the dream, some of it the waking state.
Last night the dream of a few days ago happened in a most unusual way. Or at least part of it. Here is what really happened last night (not a dream):
Last night my son had the Christmas concert at school. He is in band, so we were going to see it and eat pasta (it was a dinner concert.) When we got there it was chaos, and some of the volunteers didn't show up due to changes in the schedule, so I offered to help. And then I volunteered my husband to help.
So we were putting together plates of pasta for the other volunteers to help bring them to the tables, and they told us that the salads had to be served first, so I ran into the kitchen and they were making the salad. I immediately went into high gear, putting plates in trays and putting salad in plates, while the volunteers picked up the trays and brought them out to the tables. And in the middle of the chaos I realized I was doing the same thing as my dream of a few days ago- putting salads in plates and shuffling them along.
Then i went back out to continue to put pasta plates together and we finally sat down to eat and enjoy the rest of the concert.
We got home, helped the young'un with homework (algebra!) and finally went to bed. Woke up at 5 am from the following dream:
"I was watching Betty White walking down a path and suddenly collapse. The news said she had suffered a stroke and died. As I was watching this on TV I suddenly had a stroke, and found myself falling down. It felt like my jaw and head were crushed by something. "- Then I woke up with the worst headache of my life. I have a pinched nerve or something in my neck and the pain is excruciating. I woke up and took two ibuprofen (my hubby helped) and went back to sleep, after waiting for the pain to abate.
Then I went into the following dream:
"I was in my old house, we had inherited it (my old house was sold when my parents divorced more than twenty years ago) and my brother and I had inherited it. We were wondering what to do with it (I wanted to restore it and move in, I don't know what my brother wanted to do) when I spotted an old bureau that had been in the house the whole time and we hadn't noticed. (There was soemthing similar, but it was some sort of antique picture holder.) in the back of the bureau there was a picture from my grandfather (the one I've had all those dreams about since before my mom passed away). When I saw the picture I began to cry, and woke up and I could see my mother sitting next to us, and I saw her and embraced her, as if she had come back. Then I said to her something like 'I've missed you' and hugged her. Then started waking up and had body awareness. Then I saw her floating above me and I told her I loved it as I awoke. She floated in front of me for a little bit and then faded away. She also morphed a little as she faded, and as I awoke more and more. Then the alarm went off, I tried to go back in the dream, but I had to get up.
I still have the pain in my collarbone but not the headache any more.
:wink:
Hey Tim. I had an MRI for the neck thing before, and it was determined it wasn't anything to worry about (the doctor's words, not mine)- but after last night I'm considering going to a different doctor.
just want to say first of all I wish and hope that you and your neck soon will be much better and healed!
im not sure if i understood all right and what all that in your dreams means for you... just can say that i
too was so very happy when i met my mother in dreams after she had gone, for me it was very important
to see, hug and talk to her cause i had longed so much to feel near to her again and know that she is well.
best wishes.
Dreamed I was in some sort of plane (like a floating plane with a temple in it). I was going through some trials, for another person. Then one of the 'gods' or 'elders' or 'beings that were running the show' focused on me and started to kick and stab at me, and expressed dislike for me. Then he was stopped by the others because he wasn't supposed to take a personal interest. Then the person I was doing this for said he didn't even want the thing this was for, and I felt angry and abused.
Then I woke up with bodyaches and the worst sore throat ever. Now I'm sick.
I had a series of dreams, which involved many situations- some in my grandmother's house and the preponderance of showers in it- I have forgotten most of it except the recurring dream of my father having been dead for three years, and coming back. This time he was 'alive' but dead, if you know what I mean. This is an ongoing thing and I might make a post about it, because it's not like something I have seen anywhere else or in any book I've ever seen. But since I've forgotten most of the dream, I'll go on to the one I woke up to.
We were in a cruise ship, my hubby, son and I. It was a bit long and involved (many parts that I've forgotten) but at the last part of the dream I was walking around many levels or floors in the ship. I don't know if I was looking for my cabin or just walking around, but I kept going in our room and out again. At some point I noticed someone was observing me, and I tried to pretend not to notice- I was trying to see who it was without looking up, and I didn't succeed- I didn't see who it was.
Towards the last part of the dream I was back in the room, and about to tell my husband about it. when I could hear a song on the stereo, with a chorus that went like "Have you met the wizard?" - it was a catchy tune, lots of harmonics and the male voice singing sort of sounded like Gerry Beckley from America. I still could hear it in my head as I woke, and I even sang it to my husband.
I already forgot the tune, but I wrote down the lyrics.
Back in my grandma's house- I went there and saw it was under reconstruction. In my previous visits it always looks better on the outside but the inside had bad dilapidated rooms with the roof falling down and such. Now I walk in and there is some sort of yellow substance on the floor. I decide to levitate so my feet don't touch it. I hover around the house and see with amazement that some of the parts in the house have been completely gutted and rebuilt with new clean materials, wallpaper has been scraped off and primer has been put on the better parts of it, and some parts that weren't so bad have been scraped and retrofitted. There is one room in which there used to be a fireplace (nonexistent in real life but familiar in dreamtime) which was primed and a bed put in where the fire used to be. There is something about this room that reminds me of 'waking life' but for the life of me I haven't made the association yet.
As I float around, I see my dad (deceased), mom, (deceased), 2 living siblings, but there is one missing sibling. I have been told that this particular sibling has left to go away and has to reinvent themselves, and I wonder about this, I realize this is for the best, and I keep flying around, surveying the property.
This is the first remembered dream of the year.
Happy New Year!
Jan 2- I had a dream in which I was reading a letter a terrorist had left (a manifesto or something like that) describing why he was doing and detailing some of the things he had done. As I read the letter I also experienced the scenes he described in the letter. Sometimes I was in the scene as an experiencer and sometimes I was a watcher. At the end of the dream I was given a name. I won't write it here because of the possibilities and I don't want to slander anyone.
Many dreams in the last two days (the first and the second) about demons and the devil.
I was given a lesson about the devil by who I thought of as the Archangel Michael. He didn't look like his description in icons, or popular culture. He looked more like a character you would see in a playing card, but his head was on fire- it was a deep strong fire around his head which illuminated the whole room. He did not look humanoid at all- more like a robot. It's hard to describe.
There were others like this (demonically themed, and a few times I found myself praying in my sleep). It's been a few nights of this.
In one of his adventures in consciousness, Kurt Leland experienced Michael in a similar way. Interesting.Quote:
but his head was on fire- it was a deep strong fire around his head which illuminated the whole room.
Really? I'll have to check that out.
We were given (or had) and apartment in the top floor of a building in a city. I was aware we lived in our house and was not happy that we had to live there now. It was a half-lucid experience, because I had the memories of our regular life, and the half-awareness that we still lived here in the house but were 'at present (dreamtime)' ocuppying this tiny apartment. In it we had three cats, and I don't think they were the same cats we do now. (We have two, but had another one who passed two years ago more or less).
So now we were shopping in the city, and were going 'up' to a restaurant (or something like that) in the top of another building (or it was the same, I'm not 100% sure, it's been a day since I had the dream and already began to get confused about it.- recorded on Jan 7-. So to get up we had to go through a lot of hoops-
There were escher-esque stairways that required floating to get over it, I had the conscious ability to fly in my half-lucidity, so the stairs were no problem, only annoyances, and there were other distractions, such as going through a hospital or medical center to get to the other door to continue going up, until we finally got to the top floor, ate or whatever we were there for, and then we decided to go back down, I think we were planning to come back to 'earth' reality, when there were conveyor-belt like down going stairs and other types of mazelike contraptions to go down. Instead of going down the hard and roundabout way, I elected to go through a trapdoor that led to a slide. It was scary because I wasn't sure what was on the other side of the trapdoor, but I did it anyway. As I got through it and reached the slide, the descent was very slow (it was a tubelike slide, like a ride on a waterpark) and I was trying to hurry up when I started to hear -beep-beep-beep- and realized the alarm was waking me up. I tried to stay with the slide but at some point I lost it, and had to turn the alarm off. I then tried to close my eyes and go back to the slide, and almost had the feeling of going down, but I woke up.
Later on I did a meditation that I will write about on my other journal, dated today but it was actually yesterday.
Happy New Year! HUGS!! :D You are amazing!! Love the diaries and comments......Your description of Michael just jogged a memory to add to my last dream journal entry! :lol:
Sounds like you ran the whole gamut of the astral plane up and down in one night, CF.
Cheers,
Oliver
I think this is similar, but in a sideways fashion.
We were living in a house that was a store in a shopping mall. That is, the front of the house was a store, like a furniture store or a kitchen cabinet store, lots of granite and marble, and as you got inside it was our house. My husband commented that when I felt like taking a walk I could walk around the mall and look at the other stores. If you continued inwards to the house, it turned into a very large cave-ish space, but with trees and animals. The very top of the cave had a hole in it which let the natural light in, which gave a beautiful effect- a magical effect akin to the scapes in the movie 'avatar'- not so much in appearance (nothing extraterrestrial-looking), but in the feeling of magic and beauty. Inside the cave we looked like Mayas and our cats had Jaguars, one black jaguar and a spotted one. Besides my son we also had a baby girl (in diapers). The baby girl is the only person who doesn't have a correspondence in 'real life'. I imagine it may be some child aspect of me, maybe.
Nothing remarkable happened, we were just lounging in the couch in the cave with our cats, who were snuggly.
Hello, CF.
Seems like you're nursing that aspect of yours. :)
It's interesting that you had such an experience of such a natural realm. I, too, had one, it reminded me of the movie Avatar as well - and I never saw it before. My personal interpretation was that I had represented to myself the etheric plane, the realm of the nature spirits.
You could have been visiting there in your astral body, the mall could denote the astral plane as starting point. The Mayas might be a clue, as they lived close to nature - they built their cities in the jungle after all. Native Americans often serve as picture for closeness to nature, but the Mayas also make me think of magic.
Which might make it worthwhile to explore the meaning of this experience from a shamanic point of view.
Cheers,
Oliver
Had a dream that included the fantasy part of my old house (recurring environment), and a visitor (I remember who it was, but I won't tell). As I was waking up I heard a voice that said "Lo sirius vega converga".
I immediately got my pad and wrote it down.
More mall/house dreams.
I'll come back to fill up.
Had some dreams that were very negative, but ended up in a good place.
Started with me and my family going shopping in a large city, and seeing some UFOs in the sky. One came down and I could see it was a helicopter, but was moving too fast, and I found this perplexing.
It lands in front of us and then things get complicated. There were people around us that were loitering, and army men in helicopters start picking them up and loading them in the chopper. I am also brought in, and my husband and son dissapear, and I am transported to what seemed like a very large police station. There is no memory of the transport, it's as if I had lost my lucidity and appeared there.
I try to explain to them that I was not a vagrant and try to show them my ID and purse contents and I see my cellphone has been smashed to bits and everything in my purse seems smashed. I assume there was a scuffle when they were picking us up. This part is confusing.
Then I am told by a male police officer that he can help me communicate with someone on the outside if I have sex with him. Apparently the fact that my phone is broken has to do with my inability to contact someone to vouch for me and he takes me to a plaza in public, and attempts to have his way with me. I let him and cooperate, only because I want to get out of there and back to normal life. When I complain about the public place and he attempts to have sex with me, he is struck with some malady. His eyes go up in his head, he looks like someone brain damaged and starts to drool. I am 'saved' from being ravished, but feel bad for him, and then a female officer tells me that this man has some sort of defect that is kept under control by medication, and something must have happened, or he forgot his meds. Anyway, I feel sorry for him and take him inside the police office and they take him to an infirmary.
When I'm there I'm told I'm free to go, and I start to cry, because I don't think anyone will even take my call, much less bother to come get me. I say my father (who is dead IRL) wouldn't bother to get the money to put gas in the car to come get me, because I'm so far from home. (My dad wasn't like that IRL either, so I think this father figure is symbolic.)
I then wake up, crying and forlorn.
I've been sort of depressed all day.
I'm sorry your dream left you feeling that way. It's a challenging dream to interpret and leaves me wondering if the policeman was some type of astral denizen behaving in predatory ways, who was subsequently picked up, or if it was just some type of error signal in a simulation that was meant to work on an emotional issue related to the root chakra.
http://healing.about.com/cs/chakras/a/chakra1.htm
I'm assuming you know Sirius and Vega are stars: Sirius the brightest star in the sky and Vega, the 5th brightest.Quote:
"Lo sirius vega converga".
I do; it just seemed silly, like a nursery rhyme.
A bit Harry Potter- ish.Quote:
I do; it just seemed silly, like a nursery rhyme.
Sorry you had a "bad" dream!! I hate when those happen, haven't had one in awhile Thank God!! It is odd some of the similarities in our other dreams we are logging!?!?! This either means we are both a little cracked or neither of us are cracked at all...LOL :) Keep the log going, I will too!
I was attending my dad's 'ascension/graduation' party. He was in a group (of thousands) that was supposed to graduate to 'somewhere else'. I was sitting in the audience but had knowledge of the group that was supposed to ascend, as if I were in the bus too. They were dressed in white robes and looked like your standard 'angel in white robes'. My dad was in this large bus with his other 'cronies' that were supposed to be with him. When they got off the bus, my dad didn't seem to be there (there was no one that looked like him, but I recognized the others as his roommates.) I felt that there was some sort of scam going on, and that they were faking something.
I never saw him and even though there were groups that 'took the shuttle up', no one from his bus went up and I felt that they had no plans of going.
I woke up later after it turned into something else.