CF's dream diary

It wasn't an abduction as it was happening- it was more like I was there, in this room with these people, and I knew what had happened. I also could tell that two or three of the people were there were not human, even though I didn't talk to anyone. I was just sitting there waiting for my turn, for, you know, probing and stuff.

I had a weird moment- I was looking at Kali's child's post about a 'cool house' and part of my dream of last night came back to me- it was something to do with a 'cool' game room that my son had- it was in a kind of tent and the experience was neither pleasant or unpleasant (honestly I can't remember it) but I do remember thinking it was 'cool'- all tricked out, so to speak. I remember the color red being predominant in the decor. If I remember any more I'll put it in here later.

... Or something like that.
We have come to some sort of training seminar. For some reason my son came with me. The dream begins on a beach, and Robert was sitting at the shore, talking to my son. I approached them and heard Robert teaching my son things about magic- things that I am now just beginning to dabble in. I am alarmed because I think my son is "too young" for such advanced work, and Robert and I have a conversation about it. He tells me my son is advanced and knows more than I know, and invites me to sit while he talks and chime in at any time. So I sit with them, with my feet in the water, and we hang out for a bit. It is very pleasant.

Then I'm in some sort of building, and the people who come to this forum are there. I don't recognize anyone physically, except one (I will keep his nic under wraps for now, because Idk if this was a symbolic dream or an astral visitation- it has all the earmarks of an astral collective experience). So I walk around and talk to various people, whose voices I recognize (?) but not their faces. I recognize one person although he wasn't talking to me. We chit chat a bit and I keep moving.

There is an ongoing series of games and activities and I'm told I need shoes to participate. I go to my room and find all the shoes are red, so I put on shoes that are acceptable for what we're doing (the types of games you see in company picnics or camp, such as sack jumping and relay races, etc.). I walk to the main area and see that everyone has been divided in teams and already started working, so I'm told to go to the area where the camp moderators are.
Now, the camp moderators are not the mods here, in fact there is none of the mods I know here in this group- they are somehow part of the camp infrastructure and are in charge of the place itself. They seem to know me but I don't know them. I hang out with them a bit and one of them (a guy) makes fun of my shoes (somehow it has turned into high heel shoes, which I can barely walk in, still red- in fact, everyone is wearing red tshirts and shoes except the 'moderators' which are wearing white t-shirts. The guy I was talking to chides me for "always being late for everything" (which btw, I'm not in the physical).

I look at the shoes that are around me and they all have high heels, and I realize someone has the ability to turn red sneakers into high heels magically, and they were just messing with me.
At some point I wake up.

Even though I kept missing almost everything in the dream, I enjoyed the dream itself and the place- like being on a relaxing vacation.
I also enjoyed the conversations with Robert a lot.
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Hi, wow...you did bring alive an old dream of mine..I was just a child maybe about 6 years old when I had my dream about to make choises....Mine was that I had to choose a chaire to sit on...and it was all kind of colores and I choosed a deep read one to sit on...some-time I went up...some-time I went down..with a awful speed...this did make me scared to choose later in life...but one sid of me did become very presumptuous because I did not die...Thank you for bringing this to live it is very helpful for me.

Now about what it awoke in me your dream....You did choose red (grounding) my question is...did you need help with your ground at this time....but you where not afraid of feeling´s...you did bread easerly in the water....you did have very good touch with your inner self....I feel this very fantastic....and off course you felt life after this dream to be boring and colorless...you where in your real realm....fantastic!!
Love

Hi Ia. I do need help with grounding from time to time, and am one of those people who feel deeply- which used to give me all kinds of trouble. I have more 'detachment' nowadays though- that was hard work to achieve, but worth it.
Thanks.

Yes CFT I undestand that it has bean hard to work with your self...feeling so much...but as always all work is worth it...I am happy for you to be more *detachment* nowadays.....wonderful.
Love

Hello, CF.

I think Robert here was a standin for a teacher over there. The scene sounds a lot like visiting an ashram, like the astral plane ashram on the highest subplane Kurt described recently. Which would fit in well with the theme of "Astral Dynamics". I would tend to think that your son, however, was himself real or the message about him. Given his set of life challenges it would not be surprising if he was an advanced soul. The magic again is a standin for energetic practices and transformations, probably, and not some specific practice. Magic would then be more of an umbrella term for energetic transformation or any higher knowing coveyed from teacher to student OOB.

The presence of moderators would probably mark their duty as facilitators serving visitors to the ashram. You relate them strongly to the place yourself. Games could be seen as playful simulations. You try yourself out in simulated contests to hone and develop skills like problem solving, cooperation and so on. By following their own rules games are always self-contained testing grounds like simulations are.

The astral ashram itself is not so much symbolic. However people represent it very differently. The presence of a teacher and staff is a hint, as is the notion of coming together of Rangers (like they do on AD), then AD and the word "astral" themselves are hints as is Robert Bruce himself with his work dedicated to astral projection. The beach demarks the borderland where the astral merges into the lower mental plane, and by submerging your feet in water you're getting some exposure to that without any exertion involved in it - just getting your feet wet. Camp and community can also be hints.

Cheers,
Oliver

I was at my son's school, at some sort of parent presentation. They were showing movies, and they were very enjoyable. At the end, I saw two teachers commenting that they had repealed the class size amendment and were going to restructure to overpopulate the classrooms once more. Then the teachers were discussing which bible teaching they were going to include in next week's lesson- Something out of Zacariah or Timothy. I offered to help with it. Then another teacher showed up with a rack that held bracelets, she was making them out of silver wire, some very pretty designs- I started to make some, and after a few clumsy-looking pieces, started getting them to look good. She then moved away, and another three or four people came in with more bracelets and started hanging them on empty racks. When the original teacher (the one I was helping) came back she was angry that she had no racks to hang hers, because apparently she had a deadline.
Then I woke up while the other teachers were trying to figure out how else to raise money for the school (that's what the bracelets were for).

This one is prob. psychological-processing, because my son just told me that the principal left because the school has run out of money. He has only one texbook for math, and science and social studies use handouts and the media for their information. So my subconscious was prob. cross-indexing and troubleshooting while I slept.

God, schools sound the same the world over!

A very incomplete recollection of this morning's dream- I was on my way to some very important appointment, event or meeting. When I get there I notice I'm not wearing shoes. Instead I have on the socks I sometimes use for sleeping. This is the second 'no shoes' dream in a while. Possibly ever.

I get dreams like that and references to pyjamas and blankets. I think it's the SC letting you know you're dreaming. I've never gotten lucid off it though.:roll:

Me neither... CF

Last night:
I had gone hiking with my cousin M. when after a long evening of walking (it was a beautiful sunset while we walked) we went down a cave that was one of the places we used to like to go to (not IRL, this is strictly dream memory). We went down to some wonderful underground cities and spent a great deal of time there. There was a second layer underground, that I went to briefly, with interesting scapes in the rocks- it was breathtakingly beautiful but very difficult to go back up) so when it was time to get back she got distracted and went down yet another level, and I went back up, because I knew that there was a time limit in order to get back up safely. So I went back up by myself, and left her there.
When I got back to the (very gothic-looking house) one of my aunts asked me where she was, and I told her she stayed behind.
I can't remember if she eventually came back up, or not, but when I woke up I pondered on the significance of the 'underground' image.
Then I went back to sleep briefly (hit the snooze button) and went back into the dream, but I can't remember what it was about- I guess I was explaining to my aunt why I left her behind, and what I saw there. Or something like that.

ps. I've been to the first level of this realm once when I was younger and AP'd more frequently- I went in projection from my bedroom portal.

This dream was long, so I'll put in highlights, and then will come back to fill it in.
Was back home, was given a tour of the house, it changed into a storefront, and then I was visiting with various persons (boys) and my dad was there trying to be strict about the boys.

I wasn't even going to record this one because it was so trite- but I will, just to illustrate how sometimes the subconsious 'fills in the blanks'.
I was in the middle of a dream where I felt I had to go to the bathroom. I was holding a baby, and was maneuvering rough terrain, when I finally found a bathroom. As I approached it, I felt something attach to my leg, and I couldn't see my foot, because the baby was swaddled in large blankets and I had to balance myself while holding the baby so I couldn't see. I asked a dream character what it was and they said it was some sort of leech that was fastened to my right foot. I rose my leg and they confirmed it. (I was afraid it might be a squirrel, for some reason).
So I asked the dc to hold the baby so I could remove this thing from my leg and I woke up.
When I woke up I was holding my pillow sideways in the fetal position, but my arm was 'wedged' in there so I was sort of trapped in that position. On my right leg my girl cat was wrapped around my ankle, very firmly. I couldn't move at all and could feel her paws digging in the calf.
I looked like I had lost a fight against the cat. :clap:

And I had to pee. Bigtime.

This made me laugh, CF! :lol:

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It was a complicated dream because it went from first person to third person to observer observing the third person. On top of that, it was not chronologically in order, but it went back and forth in time. At some points I was telling a story, I was living it or I was watching it.
So roughly:
My son and I were walking in the large hallways of a huge ship. I was telling him the story of how we got there. I was showing him at times (like on a holodeck) and I was remembering at times as I told him where some things (like soldering irons and chickens, for example) came from originally, and also where humans came from.
We had come from somewhere else from very far away, and out ship was gigantic and bustling with people. At first it was self-sufficient with ecosystems and food and technology to sustain us as we continued on. We had animals not just for subsistence but also as friends and companions, and I was showing him (holographically) what the place where the companion animals were, and there were pet chickens (the brown kind with the big red faces, they were quite gorgeous) and other animals like cats and dogs. I showed him when I used to solder things (technology) and I also showed him how certain things worked, and at some point I showed him that where we were now living (in the ship, still) was only a tiny fraction of the space, because throughout the eons some people had died, we had run out of enough fuel and were no longer self-sufficient, not enough people had learned what they needed to continue, and even though where we were seemed large enough, it was nothing compared to how it had once been.
After I awoke I had the feeling this was a 'before humanity' moment, and not the opposite.

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Originally Posted by CFTraveler

Starship dream- will come back and fill it up.

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dream-abduction? ;)

No, it was weirder.
I'm going to try to write it all down above you, I just have a headache right now and it gets in the way. Done. Now I'm going to go lay down for a bit.

Is it possible it was jumbling past, future and/or parallel timeframes? Of course, the ship may have been a metaphor for the planet as well.

This morning I woke up early, propped myself up in pillows and went to sleep.
I was back in my old school (the graduate school, not the university) and I was visiting the dorms I stayed in when in dreams (not IRL, they don't let you in the dorms when in graduate school)- so it's a recurring place in a way. After doing whatever I was supposed to do there (which is not clear, I remember going in rooms talking to people and getting something, or fixing something) then I found myself in a different place, with a person I haven't had anything to do with in years. Our relationship is not friendly now, but in the dream I felt love for her, and she expressed love for me. There was a hospital setting, but we were there doing some sort of 'other job' and she gave me a name which ATM I don't remember.
I told my husband, who picked me up in a flying chair and we flew back home. During the flight I felt the usual fear of falling I have in nonlucid dreams and we landed safely, and on time too (3:30 pm).

Last night was very chaotic. I had a couple of small projections and wild dreams about spirits in the house. At one time the phone rang at three in the morning. I was also seeing things in the dark when I awoke. There was nothing specific, yet lots of activity all night long. I'm strangely energetic, should be exhausted.

After a night of traveling (I didn't post it on the OBE forum because I never landed anywhere, my cat kept jumping on my legs and waking me) So I slept most of the night. I woke up briefly, and went back to sleep in the morning, where I dreamed I was laying on a bed of snakes. It started with feeling like there was a snake on my face, when I 'opened my eyes' I could see one of these large corn snakes- a huge one partially obscuring my vision. I moved it and wondered why there was a snake in my bed; I then turned and saw there were many snakes, of all sizes and types, and the ones that worried me were the little ones, especially when I noticed some of them were the banded poisonous ones (coral snakes or water mocassins, I couldn't tell, they were so small) and the tiny rattlers made me nervous. Then my cats jumped on the bed and started attacking the snakes, who then bit me and I started to wonder if the rattlers or the w.m. bit me when I woke up, my kitty peacefully and innocently sleeping right besides my feet. So I got up.

Two dreams, both significant to things that have been happening with my practices.
The first one started as usual- I'm in the dream, when suddenly I'm swept off my feet by an invisible force, and the other dream characters say that I'm being attacked by a demon. I feel fear and try to see what is happening with this. Some sort of entity manifests and threatens with taking me with it. It is this demon made now visible. After some time with this feeling the demon transforms into a young man, who tells me that he is an aspect who died as a result of a hate crime, because he was gay in life. I feel bad for him and realize this is not a demon but a fearful aspect of myself, probably a past life.
I then had a second dream that also uncovered a past life issue. I have forgotten it because it was the one I was having in the morning when I woke up, and for some reason those I forget the most. I do remember having the feeling of having uncovered a great puzzle. Maybe it'll come back to me later in the day, as it sometimes happens.

I feel this was a projection, but because I didn't remember the exit it's going on here.

I woke up with the worst backache I have ever had- got up at 4:30 and stayed up until 5:30 trying to get comfortable, but didn't take anything for it- didn't want to be groggy all day today. I tried the recliner, energy work, energy raising, and nothing worked. Then I had this experience when I finally went back to bed and got into the fetal position.

I arrived at some sort of school. It wasn't the same as the other schools I've been to, this had less people, and it was more museum like. I am welcomed by around three people and laid on a platform. A woman starts to kiss me but it is not sexual- her mouth was open and she was giving me something, like air. At that moment I start to see what look like mandalas. As she is doing this I become excited and start shouting (at the same time, it must have been an overlay experience or a 'loud ROTE') that I am finally having hypnagogics again, and as I tell them this the mandalas get bigger and more complicated, and then resolve into some sort of round pattern, similar to the 'flower of life' motif but more complicated, and very colorful.
I am laying there with my mouth open staring at this thing and receiving whatever 'air' she is blowing into me.

I don't know how long this took but I have no memory of what happened next, although I think more stuff happened. I do remember having a subordinate position to these beings, and that they were dressed in white or light colored 'science fictiony' looking clothes, but except the woman that kissed me (or whatever that was) the others seemed very human. I don't know what she was.

And then the alarm woke me up, kind of.
My backache is gone, but it was horrible.

So, do you think she healed you?

I don't know what she did, but the 'mandala' was rotating in different speeds as I was looking at it.
I haven't felt better physically, but my outlook is better. You can see it reflected in this one I had this morning:

I had gone to yet another version of my grandmother's/mother's house. This was a very large house with many rooms, and we were moving in (my family, but there were more of us than my actual biological family, or we were different somehow.) The house was already decorated in a very pleasing way but someone had added some things to it.
I decided to take one room and somehow found myself in my underwear and very cold, and I realized I had not brought my own stuff in yet, and got confused trying to get to the exit, because it was in the middle of a very large section of bedrooms.
As I was looking for the exit I saw a large room with old-fashioned library bookcases (the kind that come with a desk) and I looked and said "oh, we have a library" with a fake english accent. Then I thought my books would go nicely in it and woke up.

I got up, did some stuff and went back to bed, and propped myself up with pillows, and went out fairly quickly again, and started to dream the following:
I was in a room with my husband's deceased grandmother. There was a large mirror in it, and when we went inside we could see in the mirror behind our reflection, a group of monks in saffron robes, and some people dressed in regular clothes.
She and I both had the robes on in the reflection (but not in the room) and we were both trying to figure out what this meant, when all of a sudden, in the mirror this man in a black suit and a thin cheesy mustache appeared and declared he was the devil and was going to crush us, and started manifesting some force coming at us. She started to freak out and a voice behind me (possibly hers) said "it's too much for you" and I said "I don't have to be the one to fight him, the trick is to let God work through me" and then I invoked God's power and felt this force behind me, like a funnel, enter me and pushed through me at the man, and then there was this huge flash, and suddenly I was alone in the room and there was no mirror.

Then I was alone in the room getting ready to explain to someone what had happened, and my mother walked in and asked, and I started to tell her what happened. Then she made a scared face and I told her how I took care of the problem.
Then I started to wake up, and wanted to go back into this but stayed on my bed in the 'in between' state for a long time, and finally got up.

If anyone has been reading my journal (for years, lol) they'll know that I've had a recurring theme of going to the beach and not being able to go swimming in it.
I'm not sure if this has any significance, but I had a really wonderful 'breakthrough' in this theme.
I go to the beach with my peeps as usual, and they all go in (as usual) and then I jump in and swim to the point that I pass everyone else and somehow I'm higher (as if the water went up like a mountain) than everyone and further out. I can see the 'house' from the water, and a wave comes in, so I ride this wave on my feet (no board, just feet) and go in between these large boulders that flank the beach, and I ride it all the way to the shore right in front of the house.
I miraculously land on my feet (I was worried about the landing when I was riding towards the shore) and see my grandmother, younger than I've ever seen her (but still recognizable, she has that familiar twinkle in her eye) sitting in a bar on the outside of the house (the bar was something like an open window on the outside of the house with a counter where the sill would be, the inside has a kitchen, and people are also inside.
I say hi to her and ask her where everyone is, and she tells me everyone's inside. The house is lit up and it's night outside. My mom is somewhere in there too, but I can't place where she was.
Even though I went in the water in the daytime, by the time I rode in it was nighttime, but all lit up.
It was awesome. I woke up in a great mood.

That does indeed sound like a very positive development. Surf's up! :)

So tonight I decided to take my doubts about a certain dualistic philosophy with my personal 'light being', if there is such a being. I asked mine to show me an example of that which I am instinctively rejecting (and if you are not sure what I'm talking about take a look at Dolores Cannon's video in the forums) and of which I have discussed elsewhere. Kind of a "prove it" kind of thing- and to my chagrin, I had a dream, early in the morning of me being someone else, complete with life story.
So now I'm not sure if this was an answer, or if I created this experience, 'cause I can.
I also heard a voice at the end, in the hypnopomp state, which said "and now it's going to be a cat fight". The voice was female and I was getting a visual of a female, (or rather, feet in pumps), and a second later, feet on the floor.
Very literal, if you ask me.

This is interesting, CF. Like you, I love the idea of direct knowledge but it's hard to trust sometimes. Maybe you could ask for some synchronistic elaboration. It's very hard to not believe in anything but sometimes I question whether we can know anything of a non-physical nature to be true. It certainly bothers me that we might be making choices based on misinformation, especially when those choices kerb our freedom.

Can we know anything of a physical nature to be true?

Well, that too, Oliver.:-)

False awakening, or something like it.
Got up, propped myself up in pillows, because I was hot. Started to dream I was in some mansion and was living in someone else's script, with butlers and a copy of my family. I tried to get up but couldn't, possibly due to feedback from my own body. I tried desperately to break paralysis, because I knew this wasn't my reality and wanted out. I fought and fought, and finally let myself drift, and could see my son in another room doing something alarming to a toy. I then woke up in the same position, and was able to break paralysis then.
I also heard a voice who spoke of something that needed to break, but I lost it, as it took me forever to get up from bed.

This one is from three or four days ago- I'm in a mall, and I see a man shoplifting something. He tells me he does it for the thrill of it. I see him going from store to store stealing things, and I don't approve. At some point I decide to do the same, so I go into a small shop that has some costume jewelry, and steal a necklace, and put it in my bag. I walk out of the store, and am immediately sorry I did this, because it's not like me. Now the mall is closing and I have to find a way out without getting caught. I decide to dispose of it before I leave, but I can't seem to find a place to do it without being seen. I then eventually find a place that seems deserted enough and approach the bin. I then see the man who had been stealing things reach into his coat pocket and remove all the items he had stolen, and put them there, and then walk away. I then realize he was not doing it to steal things, but for the thrill, and didn't actually take them. I quietly and surreptitiously approach the bin and discard this little box, and when I go to leave I realize the doors have been closed and I need to find another way out. Then a lot of time is spent walking around in the dark, and I wake up before being able to leave.

A few days ago there was also something about me stealing something else. I remember thinking "another stealing dream" when I awoke but not the details.

This morning it was about some TV characters, one of them the character of Leonard (I've forgotten the actor's name already) and another actor too (either from another show or from the cinema), but I can't remember what it was about either.

Last night and this morning my recently deceased friend made an appearance in my dreams, and we talked for hours and hours. Most of what I don't remember, but it was a nice dream in which we discussed our lives.
Even though I've been sad about it, I wasn't this morning, because I felt I'd been with her.

I'm glad that happened CF. She must have responded to your need.

In this one (early am) I was in a 'camp' environment, and I was being led by a woman that was teaching me what seemed to be spy stuff. I have the impression that I had gotten a clerical job, and for some reason was given 'field instructions'. I also think I was not doing well in this training, as there were two minds in me- the mind of 'me' in the dream, that clearly was not getting what this was about- and as the director was giving me instructions in observation and hiding certain things, 'dream' me was not getting the underlying meaning of what my job really was- which was either intelligence gathering or surveillance.
'Me' me of course, knew what was going on, and was wondering what was going to happen.

At some point, I caught wind of her reporting to someone else that I wasn't doing well, and at some point they decided to kill me. I think it's because at some point I had learned too much but was not valuable enough to be used effectively.
Now 'me' me understood what was going on as it was happening, and also realized they were going to kill me, so as they were directing me to a somewhat secluded place (now in what resembled a public park or camp) I made 'dream' me elude them by ducking into a corner (not where they were taking me) and starting to run away. Now 'me' me was in charge and scanning the area, trying to find a way to escape, and running like I've never run before.

In the time where I started to realize something was up, I was trying to figure out how to take my high heel (uncomfortable pointy shoes) off without them getting suspicious) and at this point a gun came out and one of the men that was with my trainer shot her. At this point I started running with my shoes on and ran for a very long time as my feet ached, and I'm not sure if I ever took the shoes off.

As I was running I remember seeing some military men beating a small boy in a different scene. These looked hispanic, and the boy was dark-skinned. I'm not sure if this was part of the previous scene or another dream as I was waking up.

I have come to the possible conclusion that this is a past life. This is because when I was a very young child I used to have recurring dreams of being a grown woman, running in what looks like a huge pipe (sewer?). I had this dream many times and it didn't seem to end. I think I may have been killed in this chase.
I wonder if today's dream is the first part of this- more "history". Another reason why I think this may be a past life (or the latest one, depending on how many I've had) is because lately I've been doubting the reincarnational theories, given that in regressions I always come up empty. I sort of decided it was not true, and then had this dream. :-)

Of course, it still could be my subconscious expressing my general fears regarding the political environment of late, too.

When I've spontaneously recalled past lives they've had a completely differently quality to a normal dream. Would you say this is how the dream felt for you?

It's different than other dreams but not unlike dreams that I've had in which I get the feeling I've possessed someone else- that kind of quality. So right now I'm not sure, but reincarnation seems the most 'logical' explanation (not 'logical', but explainable within metaphysical theory.) But with me, you never know. :wacky1:

Last night in the middle of the night I had long discussions with someone about a variety of things that of course, I've forgotten. Later on they were more structured lessons, but in the beginning of the 'sessions' I was doing most of the talking.
If I remember more I'll come back to this.

Back in this camplike environment- the past few dreams seem to be taking place there. This time there were many people I know, some from my old church and some from spiritual forums and such. We were all in different places but "were called" to go to the seashore to where the Sun was. We were going to receive some sort of basking experience. So many of us started walking, some running towards the shore. On the way there I remembered flying, so I took off successfully. Some others also took flight, maybe four of five of us amongst twenty people or so. When we got there we were told we should take our clothes off to feel the sun's rays, so I started doing this, and some said that the order had been rescinded, but some people stayed naked, I did. I figured since i was in the sky anyway, no one was going to control me. And the feeling was glorious.
Then we flew back and I woke up. It was a beautiful scape, the sun in the dawn time, with all the colors.

Seems like you've been encouraged to get a bit closer to Source (sun) to experience how this affects you. :)

They started in chapters, I woke up and came back to the same one. There was no feeling of importance, yet I kept coming back to it.
There was a warehouse and a space with a car in it. I worked on the car on the mechanical level, until whatever needed to be done with it was done. I left the scene and then had to come back to it. I was supposed to live whatever the victim of whatever crime had to do with this car went through. I did, and was done. Then I came back, and at the last part of the experience I was told that I wasn't done, because I was the car, and I was the victim of whatever the crime involving the car was, but I hadn't yet been the criminal that did the crime, that I was supposed to 'get into the mind of the criminal' or something like that. Then I woke up.

Interesting change of perspectives. :)

I 'wake up' in a helicopter or a similar flying vehicle. Then I go through hours of what seems like grueling torture. I have lost the nature of the torture, but I think it was mental torture combined with exhausting work, or something- like my mind got a workout. After many hours of this I couldn't take it anymore.
Then I am taken somewhere where I am told a few things. Here is the list of things I remember being told/explained
1-This is the last time we (me and others) will be abducted. 'They' are done.
2-What they have done is tampered with us, but it is not clear exactly what they did. But basically the process is to take us unconsciously, to wake us up, to make us experience this series of things that seem almost too much, and then they make us unconscious again and put us back. They need us to be conscious for what they do, or it won't work, but they don't mean to hurt us. I am not sure if there was physical pain, but I have the vague feeling there was, and there was a reason for it.
3-They are done. From now on, any 'alien abduction' scenario anyone talks about is self-generated or a lie. They were apparently done last night. Apparently there was a deadline and it was this morning. That's why last night was so grueling- all the 'training' had to be crammed in prior to this morning.
4-I was allowed to stay awake longer so I would remember this-so I could record it.

I woke up, kind of tired, was amazed it was only 6:30, and went back to sleep.
Then I dreamed I was in some sort of encampment in some sort of restricted environment (in the dream, it was a Latter Day encampment, and they were not allowed to use any kind of modern technology. Until I went to the 'gift shop', where they took my credit card.
I went back 'home' (to a Jetson's type of house) where my husband wanted me to go back and haggle with the man in the store, who had also made an advance at me when I was trying to pay.
There was something else with my son which is a recurring theme which will stay personal.

I had a hard time sleeping due to some pain in my arm. Because of this I awoke many times last night. I don't remember most of the early dreams, except that they were 'normal' processing type dreams, or repetition of ongoing themes.
In around fourish I had this 'strange' one: We (me and another group of people, my hubby and my son) were in some sort of scape. Don't remember the details. We were told that for the next two hours reality would cease to exist, that there would be nothing at all- nothing would exist. We were tasked with destroying anything that manifested at all, and were given sticks (like baseball bats) and for the next 'two hours' we were suspended in a sort of grey nothingness, waiting to see if anything appeared. I don't remember seeing anything, and soon woke up again, rearranged myself again, and went to sleep, back to 'normal' dreams.
:shrug:

So I was living in some sort of a group home, with my daughter (I don't have a daughter) and I was pregnant. I went into labor and had a baby boy. In a few hours he grew to about the size of a six year old. While I was caring for my newborn son (breastfeeding and changing diapers) I saw one of the ladies in the group hit my daughter. I 'fired' her- threw her out of the house.
Then I was walking down the street with my son and daughter, when the ground began to rumble. It was an earthquake. I ran to a protected place and when it was over I went into a building holding both children in my arms. (They were big). There were people in the building, and they were fearful of the people that lived in one apartment- the people that lived there were some sort of 'mob boss' situation- in charge of the place. I immediately had my children get food (like a ham and a chicken or something like that) and we went to the people in that apt. and knocked on their door.
The woman that answered the door was about my age and the wife of the man in charge (that everyone was afraid of). I had my children offer the gifts, and the woman smiled and invited us in. The man asked us to live with them (this was my intention, to get the protection of the 'boss' of the place, and take my place as some sort of co-wife). The woman was overjoyed we were there (the man was out of sight, but welcomed and accepted us as part of his family)-because she had no children (or maybe couldn't have any) and they showed us how many pets (kitties and small dogs) they had for my children to play with.
This was a kind-of nonlucid dream, except for the curiosity that I knew who I am now, but remembered my present life as something that happened a long time ago, in a forgotten time.
Then I woke up.

This dream sort of happened for hours and hours, or so it seems.
First, I was in some sort of "New Age" shop where you could buy and sell magical things. I took a statue I made when younger, and was painting it golden and making some sort of scape with it, and changing the top (putting a crown or some other type of headdress on it) when a glass I was holding broke (it was very thin, almost like a membrane). When this happened, broken glass began to come out of my mouth. It didn't hurt (didn't cut me) and the pieces were kind of beautiful (like crystals, but sharper) but it was concerning.
I brought the figure to the shop people and they put it on a counter, and immediately my mouth started to pour broken glass again. I kind of vomited glass for a bit and then went back home.
This went on for a while, every time I spoke or opened my mouth the glass would come out, for what seems to be hours.

Today when I meditated last night's dream came back to me. Here it is:

I was visiting an old friend I hadn't seen in a very long time. He was showing me his new house. It was a very peculiar house, which had three bodies of water. In one side it had a 'regular' concrete pool, and in the other side it had a canal that looked like it was swampy-brackish, and in the middle it was the interior of the house that had an inside patio that had a shallow pool full of reptiles.

I was with him in front of the concrete pool, and outside next to it there was a monitor that showed the water on the other side of the house, so you could see both sides of the house from there. We then went inside the house and the dining room table was just next to the patio/pit, divided by a group of large glass jalousy windows that were open a crack. When I look at the pit I see many giant snakes, that look like mythological creatures (the body of a snake but the face of some sort of gargoyle, or like a chinese dragon- something 'other'). Then when I looked closer I realized that they were not snakes, that the snake bodies were hollow (like hollowed-out frames) and inside the 'snakes' were something that resembled komodo dragons, something huge and repulsive and horrible. The heads were also different than a regular lizard/dragon- the faces were something like a lion's head or a gargoyle (there were various kinds) but always the head was different than the creatures' bodies themselves. So I am very afraid of those creatures and I attempt to close the window completely and start turning the crank- but instead of closing the window it opened more, and (or course!) one of them jumped and landed on my lap- a big fat giant lizard creature with a grinning gargoyle/dragon face. I lose my cool and start to scream and my friend (the creature's owner) comes in and says that the creature never sits on people's laps, that he likes me and that he's harmless.
So I sit there in quiet terror and wait for the creature to go away.

Then I am suddenly in the other side of the house (like teleported) and I walk around the 'pier/walk' by the water, and am alarmed to see that there are people swimming in the water that I had judged to be murky/brackish, and I discover that it is my sister in law and her two kids snorkeling in it. I tell her to get out of that dark water and she says it's fine, they're having a good time.

Then I wake up, earlier than the alarm.
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There was something about a wedding.
My husband and I were getting married, and my son and my daughter were in the wedding party. After the wedding I told the minister that we had been married for twenty years, but hadn't had a proper wedding because we were poor when we were young.
He seemed surprised by this.
Later on we were in a hotel room, and 'we' didn't look like ourselves, but I knew who we were.
ps. In our present life, we don't have a daughter.