CF's dream diary

Two nights ago- the structure of the house I grew up in had been transported to a mall by my old boss who had work for me. Same scenario as the previous 'my old job' dreams, but this time the 'office' I was in was next to what used to be my room (the structure), and where previously I had been sitting around doing nothing and getting paid, now there was a bunch of equipment for me to repair. I was so happy. Except for my boss, everyone else (including the engineers that were in 'my room') was new.

Last night- I was told my house was now a 'temple of milk'. The inside had changed, and was more like a palace (as if my house had additions and had been propped up somewhere up high, maybe in the top of a tree. There was some rooms made of milk candy (or something like that) and the designated woman (which in this case was me) was embodied in a 'milk goddess', bare-chested. What struck me about the place was that it was 'way up high', and the smell was strange. A little bit nasty, a little bit sweet, like candy, or condensed milk.

Last night I dreamed that both my son and I were now working at the same place I used to work (all these dreams revolve around the same job, although I've had other long-terms jobs before and after) He was working in the same lab I used to work in, and I was working in the R & D dept. I was watching him do the work I used to (or similar), asked him if he needed a ride home and he told me he would catch a ride with this girl that was working next to him. I then went to the front office and started talking to the secretary (that used to be when I worked there) and she was telling me how smart he was, etc. Then my son walks in the room and tells me that he'll ride home with me after all, and walked out to get something from his bench.
At this moment someone else (that I don't know, a man) walks in the room and bugs his eyes out at me. I then look at myself and am naked from the waist up and realize that when I pulled my sweater up the whole blouse came off too, but for some reason I wasn't wearing a bra (which never happens in real life) and then I flusteredly started to put my clothes back on before my son came back in the room.
Then I woke up.

May 26, 2011
(Yesterday)
Recurring
We had moved to the beach. This beach environment is recurring, and the last time I 'went' there was shortly before my mom passed. I see the beach and remember when I used to be younger (in dreamtime?) I used to love to go in the water- no, I yearned to go in the water. This was a hunger that I remember having before (in dreams.) In my previous dreams I have looked at this beach from my house (the house I grew up in, in dreams, not reality) and in other ones I have driven and driven and driven to get there, only to wake up when I finally get there.
In other versions of this dream I'm walking along the beach, looking for the right moment to jump in to catch waves, and a variety of things happen when I do- either the water stops making waves, I realize the beach is fake, or I can't feel the water, as if it were a hologram.
This time I repeat something else that has happened- I walk along the beach looking for the right moment to jump in, but lose the desire to jump in. Also, the 'beach house' that I am occupying in this version of this dream is similar to another I've had (just before my mom's passing) but it is represented by her actual house- a knowing that it is it, and I walk 'in the town' towards the house, and I expect to see my grandmother in it.
So basically this was an amalgam of these previous dreams I've had, without the need.

Today's, non recurring.

I am residing in some sort of school/fortress/refuge. I am not sure if I went there voluntarily or was 'abducted'- the feeling is that it's a little of both. In parts of my dreams my son is there but not in all the places.
It feels at times that I'm on a space station- because in parts of this dream I seem to be in outer space and in other times I seem to be on the top of a mountain, or underwater.
In the beginning of the dream (It was very long and I woke up various times to go back to it) I was in the 'outer space' part of the place. I was lying down in a 'pod' type bed where I had the view of 'outside'. Outside the 'pod' there was a large room that looked like a space station, and the feeling was vertiginous, which is why I was tied down. I could see the stars and I could see smaller ships flying over/around us. I didn't like when they flew over us and seemed to 'see' us. This made me very uneasy, and there was the apparent agreement that we were invisible to them, although right next to them. In another part of the dream I was inside what looked like an institute/school, and my son was there. I was in front of a balcony and when you looked out the balcony there was (in a lower tier) another balcony, and so on- so where we were was surrounded by more building, giving us the impression of great height and security.
At the last part of the dream (a lot of the 'learning and exploring' has been forgotten due to the length of the dream) my son and I decided to go inside a fortified place to take a nap or rest or something while everybody else was outside, and I was in a locker looking for the keys to get back inside after we were out (or something like that) and he was in taking his nap while I was distracted doing something.
Then, as I was looking out the window, there was a split awareness and now I was back inside with him and outside simultaneously, and I could see people outside pushing the 'pod' where we were into the water, and we went underwater. I assumed this was some sort of attack, but no one was worried, because the place was sealed, self-sustaining, and anytime we wished to get out all we had to do was break the seal and swim out, but we decided to wait a bit to see what was happening outside.
Meanwhile, the 'outside' me was looking around at the action that was happening 'up', we were being either attacked or inspected or searched, and I was trying to inform someone of what had happened.
At some point I woke up without any resolution or understanding of what was happening. Maybe awake consciousness will help with that.

Went shopping with another female friend and my son, we were in some sort of touristy destination. I had parked my car and we had gone into a store where we won a box with dishes inside it. I had stored the box in some sort of locker and we went to get it when it was time to leave. After we got the box I forgot where I had parked the car, and my friend remembered where the car was. We walked there, put the box in the trunk and proceeded to go in the car and returned home.
This is the first of this type of dream where all the problems are resolved (found the car/phone/ or whatever) and everyone went in it safe and sound.

This started out as a phase, but it quickly turned into a dream (with dream awareness) so I'll post it here.
I got up early with a backache, but didn't want to sit up, so I propped up pillows, realized I was equally uncomfortable and slowly melted back down to a sleeping position.

While I was still conscious I began to see my parent's bedroom (in the house I grew up in) and thought "Interesting" and decided to walk in and see what I would find. I went into their bathroom, and decided to take a shower. The bathroom looked like it did when we lived there, but the shower compartment was different- it had been refurbished with some modern-looking panels that had many showerheads. I thought "how cool" and proceeded to go in and take a shower.

In the middle I realized it was different in that the whole bathroom was now a shower, and the floor had a drain, so I decided it had been refurbished that way (and not that the bathroom ceiling, which was now lined with a plastic celling with rain showers, was leaking or anything.)
Sometime in the middle of my shower I came to the realization that this was a hospital bathroom, and when I was reaching for the shampoo I realized they had this powder soap that was reminiscent of laundry detergent.
At this moment I decided to complain to the head nurse in charge. At this moment my lucidity had 'switched to' dream lucidity, the type where you know stuff from the dream but don't realize you're dreaming.

When I walked out of the bathroom (all dressed magically, I suppose) I was no longer in my childhood home, and was in a hospital.
In the hospital I saw my mother, my father and my grandfather. My parents did not elicit any wonder in me, and I barely remember seeing them (it was more of a matter of knowing I saw them and they were there, but I wasn't communicating with them) but what surprised me was that this shower was not my parents, but my grandfather's room and he was still in the hospital. This was surprising, because he passed away in the late seventies, and I have seen him so many times that I assumed (and had dreams intimating that) he had transcended his present stage and was more in the mental plane.
However, my communication was with the nurse in charge, and I communicated my concerns about the bathroom, and we talked about my grandfather, and I then woke up, mystified.

I had a series of 'animal themed' dreams, in which I was in a 'fairy-like' place, and I was surrounded by animals. This follows some meditative work I had been doing last week, in which I was asking to meet my totem animal.
In this dream I was surrounded by all manner of animals, and they were 'trapped' in some sort of clear boxes. Someone (my totem? I think it was the lion) was capturing these animals and putting them together. According to him these were all my totems (or aspects) and I was worried that he would put together animals that could eat each other. Then when I looked at the group there was this very large salamander or lizard of some sort that was separated from them. This was as large as a small alligator and I 'knew' it was a 'fire' salamander.
All the animals seemed ok and even happy to be there. The ones I remember were
dogs, cats, birds (cockatiels, to be more exact) and possibly snakes. I was afraid the snakes would eat the birds, which is why I looked inside to see what I would have to separate when I saw the salamander.

This made me realize that a few days ago I dreamed I was feeding birds that were in huge cages. I was putting the seeds in each compartments, and as I turned around there was someone next door cleaning out a horse stall. He was 'mucking out' the stall. (I have no relationship to horses IRL, and I'm even a little afraid of them.) But in the dream we were in part of the same farm, only I was in charge of the birds.

I already had posted here, but don't see it. How weird.
I had a few dreams, and the second one went like this:
We went to a concert, and in it the guy in the concert was playing electronic music. I didn't really like it, until he started playing something really rock'n' roll-y. And then the concert was in my bedroom, we were sitting on my bed and the performance was in the wall, where the headboard is. The headboard was like a hole in the wall and there was the stage.
I lay on the bed while I listened to the music, and then, as I was falling asleep (in the dream) The musician bent down and tapped me on the head, waking me up with a start.
I woke up abruptly, in the same position as in the dream (same place as in the dream).

I then woke up, propped myself up and went to sleep again, to have another dream, which I remembered the minute my head hit the pillow last night.
I was in this huge house that my entire family was staying in- brothers, sister and son, and possibly parents.
My room was rather large and full of extra furniture. I then selected the furniture that I knew was mine (looked like the bedroom furniture I had as a child) and removed the furniture that wasn't mine. The extra furniture was decorated with red silk, and I identified it as belonging to one of my siblings, however, looks like the sheets that were in my mother's room.
I do know what this means, and it's a clearing.

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The musician bent down and tapped me on the head, waking me up with a start.

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Sounds like a crown chakra activation.

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Originally Posted by Beekeeper

Sounds like a crown chakra activation.

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I think so too. Music is information, spiritual/emotional stimulation, coming from a hole in the wall (the other side).

It was more like a portal, because the mural I have on that wall (that I painted) is that of a window. Which is kind of cool.
I like the crown chakra activation interpretation.

Had a dream about an old friend I haven't seen in a long time. It was one of those "alternate past" dreams, nothing important. The funny thing is that I haven't talked to him in years, but his wife is a FB friend of mine.

Another series of dreams, some forgotten.
The first one: I was in the hotel that I owned (recurring scene). However, the carpet was filthy, and I looked for the vaccuum and cleaned it up. I had two vaccuums, one was broken, so I used the good one. My mother, or a younger version of her, was in the dream, but she didn't talk to me, or I don't remember what she was saying.
In the second one I was working in a house that belonged to some rich people. I was one in a group of people that were working in this mansion. We had another (spacious) house to sleep in while we were working (it was a long dream). The first night I had a nice large room to sleep in, and the next morning I went to the big house to work. After the day was over when I went to "my" room there were a pile of people sleeping in it- I walked around the 'sleeping' house and saw it was full wall-to wall. I then made a very uncomfortable place to sleep and went to sleep in it.
I then woke up, went back in, had another dream that I have already forgotten. The funny thing is that I usually remember the last dream I had, but not this time. It may come to me later in the day, and I might come back in to write it down.

Just remembered this mornings'-
I had gone to an office and done some business- and when we were going out, the man in charge brought a boy out (a teenager, very large, with a small head). He told me that when I signed the papers I had agreed to take care of a boy that was in a bad situation- He was an orphan from a place that could have been indonesia and was going to be sent to a workfarm if I didn't take him home.
I became scared because he was slightly retarded and very large and muscular, and was afraid that he could hurt my son, and my son was afraid of him. I was between a rock and a hard place because I didn't want this boy to be sent to what I believed was a slave situation, so I had the option of either sending him back or taking him home.
I was trying to figure out a workaround (to send him somewhere where he could be safe and free but without endangering my family) and I woke up with this dread, because I felt I had been tricked into this situation.

Had two dreams tonight, one of them reminded me of the earlier one. (A dream character actually asked me about something that happened on the earlier dream.) When I remember the details I'll put them on.
In one of them I was trying to do too much, the theme was that I was trying to fix everyone else's problems, and I was tired of it. I don't remember the details but I remember reflecting on the dream and coming to this conclusion. (in the middle of the night, that is.)

The dreams came back to me one by one.
In one I was putting salt on my pool (I have a salt pool.) Then instead of my front yard there was a 'club'-type place, and I was carting around a big bag of pool salt and I was putting salt in their pool, their hot tub and a few other pools. I'm not sure but I think this is the part when one of the people asked me about my first dream, because I think they asked me about the doctors/mentors that I was losing-in the previous dream- I think they asked me how they were doing.
In the previous dream (I'm almost sure) I was in some sort of 'higher state or plane', and I was asking for help or guidance from someone. (Teacher/doctor/mentor type of being). After I found (him) I later found out he had died. So I went to another for help and after some time found out that he had also died. I think I was in my third teacher when I noticed a trend.
I also remember (as I write this) that I was in a dorm in a school situation when this was happening, and the people that were dying were teachers, and there were sections of this place that looked like a beach resort and others that looked like a hospital, and there were doorways that kept sections closed off from others, and I had to sneak around to go from one place to another, in fear, not for my life, but for the life of the others who decided to help me.
I then woke up, and went back to sleep and had the second dream with the salt and the pools, and my sheer exhaustion at trying to condition everyone else's salt pools.

so the salt pools were a protective measure, hopefully to stop any more teachers dying?..

I haven't tried to make sense of the connection- salt is protective and also conditioning- so there was this sense of 'duty' attached to the sense of 'fun' that swimming in a pool or soaking in a hot tub connotes- so in the pool dream I was doing the grunt work while others enjoyed the fruits, and every time I was done there was yet another one to do-a metaphor for my life as it's been going on lately.
I am not sure about where the idea that 'my helpers die' when they're 'higher level beings' comes from, except for the 'recent' event of my mother's passing- the loss of her and my grandmother (practically one after the other) may have shook up my sense of security, except that the teachers in my dream were male, and older- so sure, the salt may have been symbolic of my trying to protect one 'up there' while doing something 'down here' but I'm not sure.
What I'm sure of is that the dream character that asked me the question was probably not a self aspect, because it served as a reminder, and I get an 'outward presence' impression from him- 'he' wanted me to remember this and work it out (which I haven't completely done, BTW.)
And I do welcome more input about this, as I have some ideas based on my personal life but they don't make much sense in my mind, anyway.

Hello, CF.

Remembering the gist of a dream is often tells you that you have gotten the message of the dream, so details are not necessarily important. At times I forget the whole dream but this simple message, and initially I was disappointed till Kurt explained to me that that was all I needed from the dream.

As for the teachers dying... It cannot be literal, as nobody dies in the higher planes.

Someone I know once had a dream where his teacher had died. Other symbolism in the dream suggested, indirectly, that this basically meant that the connection was lost for some reason - he had received a foggy crystal.

In this case it might be a possibility that not the teacher itself but the student-teacher relationship died instead. They might be, in a sense, no longer be helpful. (They certainly had no chance to be anymore in your dream.) What would the consequence of a teacher dying be? You have to look somewhere else for guidance. In a sense here you have exhausted the teachers/teachings available to you, but it's not quite clear where to find someone you can trust in. (Somebody who doesn't become "unhelpful" so quickly.) At least one possibility.

At some point in the last few days I entertained the idea that I had transcended the need for one and then the next and then the next teacher, but instead of deciding I didn't need guidance I had the feeling that (in the dream) this was designed by someone in the background (parts of the scenarios were closed and I kept sneaking through the 'veils' looking for who was responsible). I never found who was responsible for this, and every being I encountered there (other students) had no awareness that they were separated by departments, and only I was aware of this in my search for who it was.
This made me think that I was still guided in an indirect way by the act of searching for whoever might be responsible for this.
So I interpret this as the idea that the agent (my Higher Self, or something similar is still guiding me, but in a nondirect way (unlike talking to guides). Or something like that?

Beings that exist in discarnate states do not necessarily have the ability to move between subplanes of a larger plane. The school could be a hint to exploring the astral or the lower mental plane, for example. The feeling of "higher plane" might as well derive from being in a higher body. As a Ranger (conscious incarnate explorer) you may be able to pass between subplanes, and you experience yourself as passing between separations/veils that don't even seem to exist for Shades (for example discarnates inhabiting various levels of the astral and lower mental planes).

So, what you experienced could very well be your own representation to yourself of these observations Kurt made about the nature of the planes. It is also shared by Monroe, who as a Ranger visited those belief system territories and found people accepting them as their reality. The role of retrievals is to move people vertically between these domains to progress forward through the Afterlife. Monroe as a Ranger also experienced little limitation, and what you might see as departments he identified as rings. I think the ring model is mentioned in "Far Journeys." For Robert Bruce these departments/veils had intricate patterns on them as depicted by the original AD logo.

Guidance can arise in many forms and is not always visible for various reasons, including the developmental state of the energy body one is in. There is definitely the possibility of being guided by one's Higher Self, and this can take various forms - hunches, intuitions, guiding visions, but also the very surroundings you get drawn to when out of body. Other entities might play a role in this, in my belief they certainly do, but the highest aspects of who you are are also involved in the very process.

Last night I had a very disturbing dream that brought back a feeling I hadn't had in years- a feeling I had at a certain time of my life in which I felt unloved, unwanted and completely alone- you could say that I was 'loneliness' personified.
In this dream I was in the same mindspace/emotional place as I was then, and I was reinterpreting things that have happened in my life (and inventing things that didn't actually happen) to justify the way I felt- I was feeling alone and rejected, so I was reexperiencing happy moments in my life (past successes in my professional life, past relationships that ended because I was done with them, and other things that were the exact opposite of what I was now experiencing- as if I were rewriting history in a very negative way, in effect denying the happy moments I have had in my life.
This was very frightening because it felt like it was me, and not 'an aspect' of me- in other people's retrieval accounts, I have always interpreted their retrievals as objectified remains that are experienced as external to yourself, but this was not this- this was as if that part of me had remained in the same train as it was at that moment and as if my life had been different- and it was horrible, something I couldn't live with.
Most of the aspect retrieval techniques I have read about involve treating the aspect as an object you integrate with, while in my case it feels more like an attempt to take over my mind with false memories and very strong, very negative emotions, emotions that threaten to overtake my own, or so it feels like that.
So if anyone has any ideas about how to deal with it, I'm all ears.

It seems like you encountered the "negative editor." Memory doesn't exist in an unaltered state, I'd say, but there is a certain amount of editing going on - not so much of the memory itself, but the reaction we show when remembering it, the attached emotional energy that comes with it. You can see here how the editor works - the same events can appear in different light. In fact, these were memories you seemed to be sure of their positive nature.

In this sense, you can see how such an editor works. I wouldn't worry too much about the specific memories, I'd think they rather served as examples. The retelling of one's own life story is a powerful way to assert trends in the ego, which leads to suppression of memories that can challenge the story and editing of memories to suit the story, till finally the memories seem to mostly match up with the story one wants to tell about oneself - even to oneself!

The emotional state might you found yourself in might have been a clue to the core of such a negative editor within you that might still operate within you from that feeling. Maybe you can ask to release that feeling, especially in your dreams, and use this as a way to trickle the editor's energy up at the root.

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The emotional state might you found yourself in might have been a clue to the core of such a negative editor within you that might still operate within you from that feeling. Maybe you can ask to release that feeling, especially in your dreams, and use this as a way to trickle the editor's energy up at the root.

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I'm going to have to chew this over as it seems like a very difficult thing to do. If you have any more information about this I'll be glad to look into it.

Just a simple before-sleep affirmation should help prime your dreams. Maybe turning into that feeling again for a short while and then doing the affirmation.

Another dream with a similar (past association) theme- This time I had been hired at the company I used to work at (which is now owned by a different corporation, and prob. no one I know works there anymore). The whole place was different, and I was given "my old job", to be shared with another woman. She and I were doing some work, when we were called in the office. A man said to us that the company had to cut costs, so we would be given some tests to see which one of us would stay.
At first he gave us a bunch of paperwork to do and he seemed intent on intimidating us. In my head I was thinking about my old boss, who was great, and whom I got along wonderfully, and wondered how this tool could be doing his job.
Then he gives me a test, and he asks me to identify the fragrance in question 4-B. When I look at the paper I see that there are questions 1 to 5, but no number 4. So I point this out to him. He laughs and said it was a trick test. Then he tells me he was going to fingerprint us to see if we were wanted anywhere. At this point I have closed my eyes and can see through my eyelids, (in a meditative state). He then takes my fingers as if he were fingerprinting me, and at the same time I am being told he is trying to intimidate me. I then think that at this point I am not going to turn back, I've gone too far to give up.
I think I finish the test in this state- I answer all the questions and complete whatever I was doing, and then the phone rang and woke me up. I'm not sure if I was "done" but I have the feeling that this experience (which started out as a projection, but after exit symptoms I simply decided to go to sleep) was part two of the last one, with the childhood issue.

I find myself in someone else's house. There are a variety of people there, but the room I'm in is a girl's bedroom, and she is supposed to be a friend of my son's. (Not one I know in waking reality). I see perched in the door of a closet (on the outside, hanging) what I know (or am told is) a Tetragrammaton Robe. I wonder if I"m supposed to put it on. I then take it, and look at it, and start looking for the name that's supposed to be embroidered on it. I see that the robe is many colors and has many symbols- in all the alphabets and some symbols that I don't know.
At some point there are other people in the room, and a man that looked a lot like Dr. Oz. He is there, watching as I inspect the robe, and a girl enters the room. I assume it's her room, but she is as ignorant about the robe as any teenage girl would be, so I start explaining to them what the robe signifies.
I ask both of them to help me search for the hebrew name of God on the robe, and as we go over it, I see the Hebrew name of God, http://0.tqn.com/d/altreligion/1/0/2/i/2/syhvh.jpg
and I then see (Idk how, because I don't read Hebrew) that the other names of God are in it in pillar form towards the back center of it- E'he'ieh (or however it's spelled) Jehova Elohim, Jehova Eloha Da Vedas, Shaddai el Chai, and Adonai Ha Aretz. I then begin to explain to them that these are the names of God, that when told in order, speak of a beginning Universality and Unmanifestation, go into the Creation of the World (and as I go downwards, I explain about God being the Word, and then being Man, and I start to wake up around the legs down (to the part when I explain that Adonai is the most individualized and 'Old/Modern' interpretation of God, when the people are too afraid to say his name because they consider him a "Lord", and how it's evolved from nothingness to concreteness.
I then start to get my marbles back, and completely wake up after having explained this to them.
As I was speaking, I got the impression that the "Dr. Oz" type already knew all this and was pleased at my interpretation/teaching. Like he was training me to teach this stuff.
Ps. this interpretation of the Middle Pillar Exercise I didn't get from studying it, so I don't know how correct it is (I do know what some of the words mean but I haven't read enough about them to know anything, really.)-So the interpretation is either subconscious, or a guess.
I guess I have some research to do.

Very impressive and detailed experience.

The fabric felt very nice too. Like silk but not too slippery.

July 25, 2011-The night before last night:
I was having a conversation with a woman, and we were arguing. She was complaining about something, like making a few points, when, in the middle of the exposition she began to blink slowly and fell asleep without completing her argument. As she did this, I saw her transform slowly into a cat, that looked just like my deceased cat. As I observed I was thinking "just like a cat to lose her train of consciousness" or something of the sort.

July 26, Last night:
There was a a young couple with a baby. They were both black. They gave me her baby and said it was mine too. I was surprised, but it was expected. I took the baby which was sleeping and went to the kitchen to look for baby bottles, and found that the ones I had prepared the last time the baby was in my house were old and spoiled, and I couldn't find any formula in the house.
I was having all this anxiety because I was not prepared to care for this baby that was somehow mine at times, and I couldn't even find regular cow's milk in the refrigerator either. It really wasn't my house either, the people of the house were somewhere else and I was stuck at the house with a little baby and nothing to feed her. (It was a little girl) After much searching I finally asked the man of the house about milk or formula or something and he simply brought me to a garage which had another refrigerator with milk and clean bottles and everything I needed to feed and diaper this baby.
I woke up, kind of stressed out.

C.F. I probably don't have to tell you that babies may reference new projects and responsibilities and that you can often work out which one in particular the dream refers to by the baby's age. Since it's yours and belongs to others as well it may be a group project.

Of course, other readings are possible.

It also seems like you don't feel prepared, but as soon as you ask for assistance you are provided with what you need.

That pretty much sums up my life. :D

I had a very bad night in the sense that I kept waking up- at four, six, eight thirty and nine. It was a good night for dreaming because all those wakeups made me remember it. I say it because it was the same dream that I kept coming back to.

In it I was a teacher, and my apprentices were three witches. I had a small cottage that had an attic, a main floor and a basement. I taught them in the attic, and when the lesson was finished, I sent them to the garden to gather some ingredients (for lunch or a potion, I'm not sure- maybe both) and while I was cooking I received (like a rote) the information that one of them was there to learn from me, but she had her underlying motives, and they were not good.
I laughed to myself because I knew that because of this the 'misguided' one would be sent to a fool's errand- she would not find what she needed because she was not equipped to be able to use what she found for what she wanted.
As the girls were outside I woke up, got up and eventually came back to bed, and then I went back to the dream. In it I was told how this related to my life, I talked to beings that were explaining some things to me, and I asked for help to deal with some things that were bothering me. I woke up again, and stayed in a semiconscious state until I finally got up around 9:30. ATM I have forgotten most of the information given but I know it's in my memory, and it'll come back when I need it.

I am dating a man (I don't know this man IRL) and my father has allowed us to sleep together in his house (my house, although I'm not 'that' young). I find myself in bed with him and suddenly take a good look at him. I realize I really don't feel attracted to him and wonder how I'm going to get out of having sex with him, now that we're both in bed together and dad is 'out there'. I wake up trying to figure out how to get around this problem. I am so glad when I awake this is only a dream.
I go back to sleep.
Now I'm young, and am getting ready to go out on a date with (yet another) man. This man is very handsome (and I don't know him either). There is a lady helping me get ready, 'grooming' me. She is not my mother but is acting like one would be. There is one house in which my clothes are and another house that has the shower I'm going to take before getting dressed. The house with the shower belongs to another woman who has lent it to this lady to help me get ready.
I have all the clothes ready (I believe it's a green dress, sort of) so we sneak next door, where I actually take that shower. When I get out of the shower and am drying myself, getting ready to go to the house with the clothes, the man arrives. I see him in the window and am amazed at how good looking he is. He sees me and sneaks into the house, where we commence to make out. (Don't worry, this is PG). At the moment we're kissing, the lady who owns the house walks in and sees us (me half naked) in our embrace and we jump. I'm getting ready to try to explain to the lady of the house why we're in her house in the state we're in, when the lady friend of hers walks in and they embrace and chat amiably and I know I'm not in trouble. I then wake up and once again, wonder what that was all about.
ps. I don't know the ladies either. Everyone in both dreams (except my dad) is a dream character (or someone I don't remember, lol.

So I'm having a terrible night, waking up every two hours. At some point I get up and sit on the chair, not because of pain, but because of heat. I'm on fire.
I sit in the darkness and stare at a light in the other side of the house. Since I can't sleep I decide that instead of going to sleep I'll just stare at it open-eyed until I pass out. It worked, for two hours anyway.
I'm in a dream, in a party, when I begin to float. I go into the 'oh crap I'm floating' mode, which is a recurring theme. I see one woman (I think she's supposed to be a relative, but I can't remember who she is now) and I let her see me floating. She does not act shocked but doesn't want me to let anyone know what I can do.
We're somewhere when I all of a sudden start floating again, and this time I don't care who sees it. People stare at me and ask me how long I've been floating, and how do I do it. I explain (previous dream memory here) that I've always been able to do it but I always suppress it because I'm afraid to float away into space, so I try to remain under a roof.
Some people accuse me of being possessed, but there is a crucifix and I stare at it and float towards it, and it stays in place. (This is from dream memories I used to have as a child). This proves to them that this is not an 'evil' ability, it is just an ability.
Then I find myself in a very small box with a man who is also floating. I am in this box with him and my son. The man is asking me if I want to keep my ability. I tell him yes, but there is something going on with the lighting in the box. I don't like the look of my son's lips and he adjusts the light and now he looks normal. Then we get out of the box and there is something going on, a mob scene, with something alarming going on, something that I recall having dreamed before (I have to see if I've written about it before) and I don't remember how it ends.

Interesting...it links to another dream! Have you heard of dream cartography?

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Interesting...it links to another dream! Have you heard of dream cartography?

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Somewhat, and I've thought of doing it- however, it may prove to be cumbersome, because it would take a long time, but I think it'd be worth it- I have a lot of interlocking dreams and recurrent scapes.
Hmmm, sounds interesting.

I was dreaming about something to do with my (paternal) grandmother. I think I was in the house, but it merged into my maternal grandmother's (back of her) house. At some point in the dream, I have my eyes closed and can see things that I can't see with my eyes open- In the periphery I can see a small gray alien- he's about two or three feet tall, and doesn't interact with me- he's in the shadows looking around. He's actually kind of cute, like a pixellated cartoon character of an alien.
I try to look at him and lose the image, and I figure out I can only see him with my eyes closed. After a bit of this I do a few other things (I have forgotten most of them) and I woke up, realize I overslept, get up because I had things to do.
When I get up I see someone walk to my room, but making no noise. I follow this figure and find there's no one in my room, and check on the young'un, who is still asleep.
I decide I still wasn't awake yet, and was having walking hypnopomps. Or something.

I had a series of dreams which finished on the beginning of a recurring theme- my father.
In this dream he had come to tell me he was going to die soon. I asked him how come he was going to die for a second time, since he came back after being dead for two years. He looked confused and told me he didn't remember having died before, and I told him how it had been- he died, was gone for two (in waking reality three) years, and came back. No one asked him about it, but he was dead for quite a long time before coming back, and he didn't talk about it either. He said he didn't remember.
Then in the end of the dream, he turned into an old man and someone else told me that it wasn't 'really' him.
Now I was in some sort of a marketplace and I was looking at a list of people who were supposed to be in some sort of organization, or of some sort of privilege. I realized I knew some of these people, and my cousin was in the list too.
I decided to not join the organization because I could get the 'magazines' for free, since I knew so many of the participants.

I lay on the bed, and hear voices. I decide they're either self-aspects or spirits, I strain to listen to what they are saying, but have trouble hearing and understanding. I float off the bed and 'land' standing up (with my eyes closed) in the 'area' where my 'thoughts' would be, but I still don't understand.
I then 'really' get up off the bed, and walk towards the back of the house, where there is a bathroom that points to a laundry room. This seems 'wrong' to me and I decide to close the door so that the bathroom and laundry room somehow become different spaces (has to do with a window on the door) so I do this, and then I start walking towards the front of the house, which is now my house growing up. As I walk by my parent's bedroom I see a couple of old people there, no one I know, and the lady is holding open a jewelry box, and the man is standing besides her with a flashlight in his hand. (It's daytime). I see them and start screaming at them "what are you doing in my house?" and they look at me startledly, and I decide they must be burglars and I start to run out the front door and into the neighborhood. I make a beeline to the house where the people I still know live, and as I'm running towards their door, I start to fly up towards the top gable where there is a lot of greenery.
As I go into the greenery (it sort of pixellates as if I were going through it) it occurs to me that I am flying, and that this is a very weird way to travel, and I still don't realize I am dreaming, even as I wake up.

I was back at my grandfather's house. It had been gutted and was redone, we were living in it, but there were other people visiting it (as if it were a museum). [This is a recurring theme].
My husband told me he had redone the "game room" (we don't have one, just a game table in the back porch). When I walked in, it was a large industrial-looking room much like the packing plant that was part of my grandfather's farmhouse, and he had slapped some siding on it that didn't make it to the top and there were some couches and a new ping-pong table. Our 'usual' table was there, and possibly some game machines too. It was cool but cheap-looking, and not very well done.
Also, the original house had a basement and the first floor was wood, and in this dream he had removed the (now rotten) wood floor and the floor was now what used to be the basement, hence the very tall ceiling.
I was having trouble navigating the new 'look', but people were walking around touring the place, which was my house.
It didn't bother me having all of them doing it either, I kept reminiscing with some 'town elders' about my favorite parts of the house (which is true and has been expressed in dream previous times).
At some point I awoke very sad.

Two dreams I remember:
In the first one, I was in a house or room waiting to die, because it had been foretold (by me). Another woman (I suspect she was another version of me, she looked a bit like my avatar) came to the house and tried to convince me to get out of the house and I said that I'd prefer to die at home, not 'out there somewhere'. She then proceeded to eat an Alka-Seltzer tablet and started to gag and foam at the mouth. At this moment I Heimliched her and the tablet popped out. As I was Heimliching her I was thinking that perhaps this is what I had 'seen', and it was not my death, but her near/death. I was pondering this when I woke up as she started to come to. Nobody died and I woke up.

Second dream, before wakeup time:
We were on our way to some sort of outdoor activity. We were in some sort of camping place (with a lodge/dining room, similar to a summer camp). We were walking with some friends we know IRL and my friend S. asked me to go with her to the store to get groceries for dinner. As we walked in the store I noticed that there was only three items- turkey, some vegetables, and some liquid. I didn't want that, and I left the store without groceries.
As we got back to where everyone was, we were walking to a place where everyone was, and we were talking about what we were going to do first. I was hungry so we decided to go to the 'dining room' (more like a mess hall) and in the 'restaurant' all that was available was turkey, mashed potatoes and some kind of dessert. I then realized that it was what was in the grocery store.
We sat down to eat and watch some movie about how the ingredients were raised (like an agricultural video) and I was kind of angry because the rest of our group was sitting in a different room having a social time while we were somewhere else.
I woke up, kind of frustrated.

I was somewhere and was being left behind by my family. I ran to them and felt they were ignoring me. After we got home I started arguing with my husband and he didn't look at me or talk to me. My son also acted as if I weren't there at all. This went on for a long time in various places, to my increasing frustrations. I cried and screamed and no one acknowledged me.
As I was waking up I had the thought that I had died and that's why everyone acted as if I wasn't there- because I wasn't. This made me realize how it must be for people who die unexpectedly- they probably should be told by a family member.

Your dreams have been a little sad lately.

Yes, I blame not feeling well for it. :shrug:

Last night I had a series of dreams, which may or may not come back to me-
But somewhere in the middle of the night I awoke with astral sight (or remote viewing in the quality of etheric sight, a kind of grainy- night-vision quality sight) and I was watching everything crumble around me- an earthquake (I couldn't 'feel' it, like a vibration or shaking, but I could see everything around me shake and things topple down and kind of 'undo' themselves as they came down- and I was somewhere outside of a city or town that had buildings- sidewalks and buildings, and people running around- shaking and falling. I opened my eyes (it was dark) and some of it continued to go on (and fade), and then when I closed my eyes again, I could see and 'feel' (visually) it, and it slowly faded away. I thought of waking my husband, but thought better of it.

¡Hi, CF!

A similar dream had my mother (89 years old), yesterday, at about 3:00 A.M. (Argentinian time). This time is accurate since she got awake and cannot sleep again.

At dream events were: "She was looking through window of her house. She saw as all building collapse and at the same time ceilings (zinc made of) take flight as sequel of a strong wind (a detail what I forget to tell you when referring dream at that another forum). This events continues until horizon line becomes fully visible."

What a curious combination: earthquake plus strong wind.

My mother is not familiar with this thematics; that adds a bit of strangeness to dream.

Another (and repeated at least once more time) dream on catastrophic context was about 30 years ago: Skies were in fire, and people get shelter in caves at hills neigbouring city.

Sincerely,
Ángel

Sincerely,
Ángel

We were in a similar place to where I went to college the first time (University), only it's location was different. I went to a dining room and my husband and son said "Go, we'll be right here". I went inside, got something and when I came back out they were not there. I thought "I guess it must have been sarcasm" and went to the building where I had my first class.

It was a math class. I got through the class and went outside to the next class. I realized I didn't know where it was, so I asked people where the classroom was and they directed me to the building. I realized that this classroom was in another direction but in the same building, and I went in and took the class. So I get out of the class and head for the cafeteria to get a snack, and find disgusting roaches in the cafeteria. These were green, and I was told it was because the food they ate was very healthy, it was the cleanest healthiest cafeteria. I can't handle it and my appetite is ruined, so I head back to the next class, which I take (I remember taking notes, it was some sort of algebra).

When I get out of this one there is a beach in the north side of the school and I see people are surfing. I want to jump in and bodysurf (something which I used to do when young, but haven't in years). I went as far as putting my feet in the nice warm water (it felt delicious) but fought the urge to jump in, because I had one more class and had no other clothes to change back into.

I get back to the classroom, and this time I have learned that all my classes are in the same building (a Greco-Roman style) and I find my classroom. I went in and took the class, triumphantly. Then I woke up feeling quite self-satisfied.

Sounds a lot like lower mental plane to me - University, algebra and maths act as standins for the kind of learning that is going on there.

Alien Abduction dream- I was in a large room with many other people, and we had all been abducted.

were they conscious of the event? did you talk to them?

was it like the scene from the movie 'war of the worlds?'