CF's dream diary

[CFTraveler]

As we were pruning the forums, I found a bunch of dreams I had posted, so I decided to consolidate them into a dream diary, roughly.

This may not strictly be a lucid dream, but it might have been: I was 12 when I had it; it was so awesome that it's haunted me to this day. Here it is:
I went through a portal, was helped by beings of light. I think they were female. I am escorted through a walled garden that was beautiful and the colors of the flowers were very vivid. The only anomaly was that there was no sound whatsoever. Otherwise everything seemed very realistic. I briefly wondered where the birds were. This garden had three pools of water in it. Each pool was of a different color. One was blue, one red, and the other green. All three were beautiful- like glistening jewels. I was given the choice of which one I wanted to go into. I chose the red pool. I was helped in under, and I was surprised to discover I could breathe under water. I could see all around me, in the color of the water. It was as if in the water I could perceive all that was around me, over and under me. I could perceive everything, through vibrations. I could perceive the entire universe as vibration, and it was like "hearing" vibrations but instead of my ears, my entire body was receiving all the forms and vibrations of the universe without (hearing) sound. I was actually perceiving the entire universe as a vibration, and it was the most joyous experience, complete and total ecstasy, while it lasted. When it was over, I had to go back to the portal back to my room- then I woke up. Reality was such a letdown after the feelings in this dream realm. For weeks and weeks after I tried to go back into the dream, but have never been able to.
Now for a comment on my part: As a child and young adult I projected fairly regularly- I had OBE's, flying dreams, and a special type of OBE where I would go to specific parts of my bedroom, and if I did it right I ended up in "really beautiful places" that were completely surreal. At the time I didn't know what Astral Planes were, but I think that's what they were. On these "special" OBE's, I was "helped" by beings, escorted if you will to these places. Some places were "in the sky", some "under the ground" and fantastic. This particular experience I remember as a dream, not an OBE, although that prob. doesn't mean much.
In subsequent years, after growing up, I've had dreams of trying to find these portals (2 of them were not in my room) and finding them closed.
My adult OBE's have been kind of boring- flying around my house, other things like that, and some frightening experiences. That dream at 12 marked the end of my positive astral travels (that I remember, anyways.)
Interpretations are more than welcome- Anyone?

[Lapis]

CFTraveler,

I'm sure no one needs to tell you that those 'dream' experiences were actual events or what I call Initiations on the Inner Planes. We all have these but usually as we get older it becomes harder to remember what we've done 'out there' each night. My childhood too was filled with wonderful interactions with higher dimensional Beings while asleep like this. On-going lessons from our non-physical Teachers/Family/Friends.

Man, don't you wonder about what the blue and green pools held??? Sigh.....

OK, this is only my take on your post so please read this, take what resonates if anything, and ignore the rest.

My first thought was that you consciously 'choose' the Red Pool and experienced perceiving nearly everything as Vibration.......well done!!! So my question to you is, why are you still trying to do what you obviously already know how to do? Instead it seems to me that you should be over there in The Red Pool doing all that instead! :wink:

If nothing else I'd suggest that you try experimenting with reconnecting with that symbolic Red Pool reality and abilities and go from there. At this point it probably isn't even necessary that you successfully reconnect with that Red Pool mentally. I'd just aim for getting back into that ability to read things as Vibration and see what happens or presents itself. Good luck.

[CFTraveler]

Thanks for the advice. For many years I just thought it was a very cool dream so I didn't even connect it to the OBE experiences. (Imagine that!) Now that I've been meditating for a few years, it just occurred to me last night, that I should try to do that when getting to that sweet trance state. And now you tell me this! It's no coincidence. :lol: I have wondered what the other colors would do (I just remember how beautiful they were.) Who knows, if I get good at conscious projection, maybe I'll be able to go again!

[CFTraveler]

I seem to be entering a new phase of weirdness. Let me explain: Many years ago,(actually, about 9) I had a dream that even though it wasn't that spectacular, was different enough to notice, and it heralded the next wave of weirdness that was to last the next 7-8 years. I dreamed it right after my very first 'astral abduction' experience, and that's why I wrote it down. Well, I don't want to get into details. Suffice it to say that it involved underground bunkers, an job interview, and a well known person dressed in an army uniform. I can pm for details but I don't want to go over it. Last night, I had another one of those dreams (just a dream, not an a.a. (although I had a brief phasing episode yesterday afternoon, for whatever that 's worth) but it goes like this: I was in the same military bunker, and now I was in the same arena but with a friend of mine (who used to work with me years ago). Now she was interviewing for a job with this same person, and I was vouching for her- telling him that she was better at this job that I ever was and that instead of continuing to do what I'm doing, I'd like my old job back. Then he looks at my dossier and says 'oh, you're that one' and then I'm crossing the road, with my family, and we're at a party, and we are looking up at these humongous ships, angular and lighted,(not flying-saucerish at all) and I look up and we're saying to my husband: " I'll bet you the party we just went to is just a screen memory- I'll bet you we have been up in those ships (there were two)- that's why we can see them. And as we stand there in the middle of the night we can see the ships float idly by, as big as buildings, and I think "I'm sure people can't see them, if they did there'd be panic in the streets". And then we go in a building and the dream goes on for a while (I lost any trace of lucidity I might have had at this point) but after a while we were both wakened by the cats (we now have two, got a little kitten last week- he is so cute, only 1 month old) who were caterwauling- it was a horrible noise, it sounded like there was another outside cat joining in (or started the whole thing.) At this point, we woke up and then went back to sleep and had more normal dreams (I hope).
Side note: I do not want my old job back- I enjoyed the using of my right brain (or is it left brain?)( the electronic technician) I liked the work, I did not like the job itself, I don't miss it. I like my life as it is even with all it's weirdness. I think that yesterday being 6-06-06 influenced my subconscious to give me a potentially creepy dream. At least I hope so.

[Dais]

Your Dream dosen't sound that wierd to me. But who am I to state how weird some ones dream is considering how messed up mine are.
The only thing I could inturpret here is that you said that you were tring to give your job to some one else and you wanted your old job back. That would go against the idea that you are set with you place, and would imply that you whanted to be back in an old position that you wre already in and the ships may be some thing in your past ment to take you back to were ever it was you wanted to get to.
But then again the symbolism of dreams is lost to me and all these things are subjective and are ment to be interperated by the person that views them.
The next time you have the dream try doing something way out of the norm for you. Like just start dancing or playing hopscotch. I have noticed that acts like this help the brain and body to make sense of something that your doing.
Example: I was dreaming and I was in a war amongest fantasy monsters So to go along with the madness I started playing patty cake with a monster intsead of trying to fight him. I then regained much lucidness and was able to control my actions. I have to say it was dame funny. me siting thier with a katana playing patty cake with like a snake guy.

[CFTraveler]

Oh sorry Dais: It's not that the dreams are weird, it's that the last time I started having this particular kind of dream all kinds of weird things started happening in my life. And they went on for years, until I was able to learn 'astral control' and other things. So I tend to anticipate a new wave or weirdness- although that is a bad attitude to have, knowing what I know.


I started playing patty cake with a monster intsead of trying to fight him. I then regained much lucidness and was able to control my actions. I have to say it was dame funny. me siting thier with a katana playing patty cake with like a snake guy.- That is pretty funny- I have to remember it next time I'm in a similar situation. :lol:

[CFTraveler]

My son has had his first 'weird' dream (he just turned 9). In it he lived about three days, and on about day two he realized he was dreaming, but couldn't wake up and didn't think to try to change the dream, and finally on day three he woke up. This both impresses and alarms me for the following reasons: As I child I had numerous projections and had this type of 'whole other life dream'. Like other projectors here, so I wonder what significance this has to his spiritual development. It alarms me because this means he's the same kind of crazy as me! Just kidding- well, only half-kidding. There's another part of the dream that kind of alarms me- dream interpreters can feel free to jump in on this- Throughout his dream, which pretty much was very mundane, he got up in the morning, went through his day, had meals, played video games, had company who came and left (like in any normal three days, except no school)- there was one recurring theme: The doorbell would ring, he'd answer the door, there'd be a note on the door that first said: "We're on our way". Then later, another ring, the note says "We're almost here", then again, "We're coming", and at the end of the dream, right before waking up, "We're here". But interestingly, there was no one at the door, and he woke up. Well, I don't have to tell you I did a mild clearing (I don't know if this was a good or not so good thing) but I'd like some opinions if you have any. Some of you (Sash & Patty) know some details about him that may help in the interpretation, although it may have no bearing on this dream whatsoever.

ps. The next day, which was a Sunday, his sunday school teacher told me she could tell he had a major change of energy, because something happened with him that always happens to her when someone around her has a radical shift of energy. For whatever that's worth. He already has mild metaphysical training- and meditates at least once a week- any parents' advice regarding this?

[Beekeeper]

Hi C.F.

Been watching this posting with interest last few days. Wonder if people have responded with private messages.

I wouldn't worry too much if I were you unless something unpleasant began to happen. To me, "three days" has positive connotations. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe biblical overtones.

I suppose you asked him how he felt about the messages: did they feel like familiar friends, provoke curiosity or create a feeling of foreboding, that kind of thing.

As for your kind of crazy - well he's half made up of your genetic material. I suppose, too, there's a reason this soul's childhood has been entrusted to you.

:wink:

[catlantis]

Hiya,

I have this thing when I dream, it is a mechanism or something I call the "twizzler". For me, its purpose it to keep a sense of real time in a dream.

I asked a dream character/wise man once about it and he told me about the continuity of time and no time in different "places"... and that the twizzler simply keeps track of these things for you... so you do not have to think about it... like how your body keeps your heart beating.

I can tell it to wake me up at say, 4:12 am... and it will.
So no more alarm clocks.
It does manefest itself in similar ways are you describe in the dream... with a final time's up.

Anyway, that is what I think about when I read about the messages.

Hi CF,
Back from the workshop and just noticed this. Obviously there could be a hundred interpretations or reasons for this dream. The most logical to me is that he is obviously psychically gifted (thanks to your long line of genes and pre-incarnation agreements) and is experiencing a pre-cognition. He may just be dreaming about a mundane future event with either someone coming to visit or some important message coming to him. How did he feel about it? Was he afraid or ho-hum about it?

The other possibility that comes to mind is that he is experiencing another aspect of himself that is concurrently or close to the same time period incarnating. You know, the whole OverSoul thing. Since 'he" and the "dream he" play video games, it would have to be around this current time in history. Sort of past lives experienced at once.

The Sunday School teacher could just be recognizing his psychic abilities taking a leap in growth. I don't always trust other people's "feelings" about things, even if they are usually fairly psychic. I've seen too many really good ones make really bad calls. Human filters and all that. An excellent psychic told me I needed to get rid of 2 matching vases in my house because negative energy was flowing out of them. Bah Humbug! I love those vases and feel nothing but happy around them, as do all my other guests. Maybe a similar vase hit her on the head in a past life. :lol:

Being a mom, it's always good to go with protection when it comes to your kids. So, I thunk ya done good! Better safe and protected than sorry. Like some of us talked about in a previous thread, I wouldn't do anything that is going to scare him, but I know you know that. Since he's opening up, have you taught him basic protection yet? If not, it might be a good time to start. Some kids instinctively know how to protect themselves, but others don't. Tell him to ask Jesus to protect him when he's frightened or doesn't understand what might be happening. Teaching him how to surround himself with the protective White Light of God can be empowering. Anything that will give him confidence that he is safe. Someone told me that one of the mods at AP said that if you nailed jello to a tree and believed it would protect you, then it would. I actually agree with that. When I was about six, I knew for certain that there were snakes and alligators under my bed and ghosts and witches in my closet. Undoubtedly negs interested in me as I was unknowingly born into a line of psychics. I made sure to keep the closet door closed every night and used about 20 or more stuffed animals that I surrounded myself with from head to foot and back up again. I "decided" that they had the power to protect me from anything "bad" and could easily sleep with them guarding me. Those snakes and witches never got me once!

[CFTraveler]

Lol that's awesome. (About the stuffed animals) Actually, he was rather ho-hum about it, except for the part about not being able to wake up. That freaked him out a little. We have talked about protection in a sort of 'non-threatened' way. Since he has grown up without devil mythologies he's not afraid of anything like that, and I don't want him to start believing in stuff like that, so we do the prayer of protection, and I will introduce the idea of Jesus as protector (in his mind Jesus is teacher)- some day I'll tell him about my experience of Jesus when he was born- but I don't feel he's ready yet. He is so unafraid I don't want to spoil that. So it's kind of hard to introduce the idea of 'protection' without 'from what'. It's a weird conundrum.

ps. Of course, when he's not looking, I sprinkle his clothes with holy water, and do clearings with incense (he has no idea why, thinks I'm just anal about smells in the house. :) .

[CFTraveler]

I am posting this dream I had because it involves my son. There are no similarities in it- just the theme.
I was in what looked like a greek temple, open aired, with columns and white walls. No roof, and the floor was sod. This was a school, and I was there either as a teacher or a helper of some sort. I didn't have the feeling of being a student. My son was there with other kids his age. They were all dressed differently, not in robes or anything like that, but not in their normal clothes either. They were in a different building than I was, and were excited because there was supposed to be a large 'graduation' party and we were supposed to get the building (arena) ready for the party. Suddenly, I received a telepathic message that the party was a trap, that we were going to be attacked, that something else was up. I didn't want to let on that I knew, so I started looking around for some sort of trap, and found something behind one of the doors. One of the exits was blocked by a soda machine (!) and I immediately knew there was a bomb or something under it, and it was too strategic- a blocked exit- so I decided to call the rest of the adults and tell them about the problem. They found a device after they moved the machine, and the party was canceled. We all went home, but my son wasn't dissappointed- he was quite happy. And then I woke up.

[CFTraveler]

I went into a room (not mine) where children were playing. I saw in the upper back left corner, what looked like two bugs and a lizard. At first I thought it was a gecko, but as I got closer it was two large ants (wood ants) and the lizard was one of those big Iguanas that are now going wild in Florida. The people that were with me wanted to ignore them, but I was afraid the lizard was going to attack one of the children, since it didn't look normal. (It was a white-beige color, instead of green.) I went to grab it, and when I did it's head wasn't a lizard-head, it had a human head, very disturbing, black hair, kind of slicked to the side, and a malignant look to it. I grabbed it and started to will it to explode or something. Instead it shriveled up and kind of evaporated. I felt good because I protected the children.

About the one with the names: There is a real Hyperion, (thanks to edi's research), someone wrote the name Gilmarion in a diary or novel in the internet and called it honor (I find that amazing) and Polymarchon is unknown- I probably made them up (my subconscious) or connected to someone using names like that for some reason.

[AlexK]

...
About the one with the names:...in a diary or novel in the internet and called it honor (I find that amazing)

I hope it could be different meanings


...I probably made them up (my subconscious)
...

I do not think so


Thanks...
Does it mean (your "thanks") shot-up?
I am. :oops:

[CFTraveler]

Hypnagogics and dream awareness within a dream.
I was dreaming I was at my grandmother's house, and I started to fall asleep, and I started to get hypnagogics- The frequent one with people walking in front of me. Then it turns into a dream or projection (It went from seeing a screen in front of my eyes to me being there in front of the walking group). I'm trying to look at them without making eye contact (I was trepidatious, shall we say) and one of them looked at me. I became flustered, he came over to me and I tried to go on the offensive and asked him who he was, was he a figment of my mind, an astral entity, a demon? And he said no, he was one of the dead. He pointed at the rest and said they were all dead. I asked him to go back to them and go to wherever he was supposed to go and to leave me alone. I went away, nervously. I half-woke and went back to sleep to the same dream minus the dead people hypnagogics.
In retrospect maybe I was supposed to tell him to go towards the light? Hmmm.
_________________

[CFTraveler]

I hadn't had those in a while but this morning I made up for this.
I dreamed that I went to the hospital to have a sleep study done, and I woke up in the morning to go to the bathroom. When I opened my eyes I was in my childhood bedroom. I sat up, looked around, thought it was strange, wondered if I dreamed the hospital thing. Then I went- wait a minute, I don't live here anymore. I must be dreaming this. So I open my eyes and I'm sleeping in my son's room. I sit up and go- Didn't I just get up? So I decide I'm not really sleeping in my son's room, so I must be dreaming. I wondered about the hospital. So I opened my eyes, and I was in the hospital! So now I had to pee bad, so I get up, and start to wonder where the bathroom is. Then I woke up again, this time in my room, and I stayed there for a while, wondering if this was the real one. Then the alarm clock went off, and I very grudgingly got up.
Geez Louise!

[Palehorse Redivivus]

Psst -- time to wake up, CF. Fo' real this time. :twisted:

[CFTraveler]

This morning I wasn't feeling good. I fell asleep on my side. I started to dream I was sleeping (false awakening again) I open my astral eyes, look at the wall in front of me. Then I try to turn to the left and realize I'm paralyzed and can't see behind me. I realize I'm having an in-body thing but can't move. Then I hear the door open, someone come in, lay in bed (on the left side next to me), and give me a kiss on the cheek. I thought it was my husband but he and my son were already at work/school. This freaked me a little and then I really woke up.
It was a sweet experience.

[Dialgo]

Those are some awesome experiences CFT! Sounds like something you see in a movie, with false awakenings ect. I've never expereienced anything like that myself.

[crappysurfer2]

this morning i was dreaming, then i 'woke' up to my roommate violently tossing and turning in his sleep, i tried to wake him up but i couldnt, then i looked at the clock and realized 'oh man im late' then i actually woke up looked at the clock and my roommate, 'oh everything is fine' went back to sleep.

[Gemma]

I get them from time to time. I had one recently... I received an important message from spirit in a dream, and I thought I was awake... I was jotting down the message when it slipped away and I woke up for real. I lost half of the message because of this. So annoying. :(

[alhaalim]

ah, i often have false awakenings to, as a matter of fact, i don't like them at all.
in most cases when i have false awakenings i just lie in my bed thinking about what i've been dreaming planning how i should jot it down in my journal and i've noticed that it often interferes with what i've actually dreamt.
sometimes i wake up and remember all kinds of stuf so i start writing my dream down and after a while, when i reach the point of the false awakening, i notice that i've already written parts of that dream down in the "real" dream before that.
but when i manage to keep these dreams apart i actually enjoy this phenomenon.
other than that i often panic in my false awakenings since i'm always late for school or something like that.

[CFTraveler]

This time the context was different, the effect the same. After I sent my hubby and son off to work/school, I decided to take a short nap, due to a bad night last night. I decided to lay on the couch (sofa) because I figured I'd be so uncomfortable I couldn't fall asleep for too long (I had things to do but needed to get some sleep.) I lay on my right side, and eventually fell asleep. I started to dream I was in the couch, identically, but I could hear my husband and son's voices. At some point, I felt a male hand touch me, in a caressing way, when I realized that it couldn't be either of them, I realized I was either dreaming or being visited. I decided dreaming, so I started mentally telling the man (who was still touching me) to go away 'cause I knew he wasn't real. I struggled to turn my head. When I did of course I didn't see anything so I 'broke the hold' and it stopped. I realized I was still paralyzed (maybe I moved my astral head?) and the noises and visions came back. This time there was a woman walking besides me on the couch, and now there was a window in a piece of the wall that is just wall. It was starting to annoy me, because I didn't like having entities around me while I was paralyzed, but I couldn't tell them to go away or wake up. I tried to wake up but just couldn't. At some point (after a long while, it seemed) I decided to get out, although I didn't have 'looseness', so I tried the rope technique. After a while of rope I slowly woke up. What was annoying was that except for the window and figures and sounds, I was in the same place and in the same position (lying on my right side) as my physical body. I have also noticed (thanks to keeping journals of these experiences) that these sp experiences usually happen when I'm lying on my right side, legs bent. When I finally woke up adequately it had been only 30 minutes, but it seemed like longer.
No likee.

[CFTraveler]

I usually don't post my dreams, but I felt that I had to because of Alaskan's dream- it may not be in any way connected, but the thing-in a jar concept really struck me.

I was in a dream-place, a room, but if you look outside it's foggy-misty. I went to this person who resembled my dad. I asked him a favor- I asked him if he would please help make my life a little easier- since I didn't have a long time here left I'd like a break- could I stop worrying about money, my family's health, etc? I just wanted some help from him. Then, unexpectedly he became very angry and hostile, and started acting like it was a big imposition (like you want me to make your life easier? In a surly quasi-violent manner, like how dared I, he was going to lose it. Then he stopped the angry 'tantrum' he was about to have, and got serious, and said something like- well, there is a way to make your life easier- all you have to do is to open up this jar, and let what's inside dry out and die. The jar was made of metal, and it was inside some sort of cryogenic deal, and inside were wriggly-white worms. He told me that the worms were some sort of symbiotic organisms that went inside people, and if I opened the jar and let them die, the organism that was being controlled by them (and he indicated that the organism was 'dad', making it complicated, since the being I was talking to looked like my dad, who passed away more than 20 years ago) so my 'dad' would feel the cry for help from the 'worms' that were possessing him, and he would look for the person that had opened up the (can of worms, there I said it) so that I had to run away from him and hide, and I'd be safe once the worms died, because he wouldn't be possessed (or animated) by the worms any more.
For some reason the jar could only be closed by the person who opened it, which was me (I did it in the dream)
I had to hide from the person animated by the worms until they died (which I also did.)

Weird. :roll:

[Korpo]

Any effect on your life?

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

It was last night- but my day has been eventful, in day to day nastiness.
For example, this morning, Coco the cat brought in a dead roach, that I had to dispose of, then Oliver threw up a giant hairball (for me to clean, of course, then both Coco and Oliver brought in tiny frogs, which I had to wrestle from them, and later I went and got my driver's license renewed, which was quick and painless. I suppose that part of my day was easy.
Do you have any insight on my dream? You don't have to be gentle, I'm in pain already (my back is much better, but it still hurts.)

[Korpo]

Glad to hear about your back being a bit better. I wondered about it as I was reading along. :)

What I would be thinking about is what role your relationship to your father plays in your life now. Really and if you go to the core of it. Somehow ("cryogenic") a part of this relationship has seemed to survived, and now it may be the time to face it ("open the jar"). Family relationships are always of a "symbiosis" nature.

Part of our parents is also part of us and our lives, and we are often "possessed" by the patterns we act out of because of them, subconsciously. It seems like the relationship to your dad was not the most happy one, maybe lots of anger not expressed back then? Maybe both ways. Maybe he expressed his, but you not yours, that could explain the change - the dad you knew and the dad you need.

Perhaps you are still running from your past. Perhaps this is the last time you run away and hide from your past before the healing takes place. Maybe your dad had an attachment and this is a karmic matter you resolve now.

This is all highly speculative, but these are my associations. :D

Oliver

[Korpo]

I thought a bit further...

Frozen stuff could be set patterns like repeated behaviour. Maybe your relation to your dad is influencing the relationship with your own family. If your dad could do anything for you now in a dream-like environment it would be to remove "his influence" on your family life. That would bring out your own natural reponses more, and that is surely better.

Also it seems, and you noted yourself, that your relation to your dad is a "can of worms".

There is a certain neg association with worms/parasites. Did your dad seem the type? (driven)

Also, if I think about Core Image Removal, it seems that negs use our past traumas to take influence on us, so the process you were applying seems to be like a "guerilla approach" (strike and hide) to removing an attachment. Your dad can hardly come after you, and whom should the worms cry out to help for?

This all is highly speculative, but sometimes I cannot stop myself. ;)

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

That's why I asked. I never once thought of my relationship with my dad while he was alive, only since he died, believe it or not. So there is something to it. I just have to figure it out, since I thought we had resolved our differences right before he got sick.

[Korpo]

"Random" fun fact:

My dad died 20 years ago (nearly 21).

Yesterday I was told by another person (D. ;)) that the person tried to contact him and ask him to help me in my current life situation.

What a similarity (dad, 20 years, help in my current life)? Yes, I am ego-centric ... :lol:

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

Dream or Projection, so I'll put it here.

I went to bed with some astral sight. I could see my hands through my closed eyelids, but not like regular astral sight. More like looking at fuzzy kirlian photography. I could see tendrils of heatlike energy coming from my hands. Then I clicked out, and went places. The last place I remember going to was: I was in a dark, nordic looking place. We went to a place that looked like the tower of a castle. The place was dangerous when it was dark but normally attended during daytime. (This is a recurring element in other dreams, which makes me think it's a projection into some plane) We went into this tower and there were two churches. I went to the church I prefer but inside it had changed- there were no bibles or any 'sacred' or 'holy' books- all books were bound in black and were occult type of books, like the Necronomicon or books about Necromancy, etc. I was with a group of ladies which regularly go to my church (in the dream, not reality) and they were different, like had 'gone to the dark side' type of thing. Then I realized that the element that made this part of town in the dark (vampyrism or zombielike symptoms)dangerous had overtaken them. I crossed the hall in this tower (or internal part of the castle) and crossed to the other side. Here was a church which was not my church (possibly catholic) and on the inside there were many gilded books, and bibles. The inside of it was white and gold, a stark contrast to 'my' church. So I picked up a bible from the 'gold' church and surreptitiously brought it to 'my' church and left it there, knowing that it would protect and change "my" church back to what it used to be, and for some reason I thought it would be better in the morning. Then I went out with my 'old lady friends' into the scary, dangerous, misty creepy outside, knowing I was protected, and looked at the silver phone that I had in my hand (my whole family had these silver phones that kept us connected wherever we went) and I talked to my hubby and son that were around there, and then I woke up.

Thoughts about this are welcome.

[CFTraveler]

Last night's dream episode, and I blame Palearse for this one: I was lying in my room, and had to get up to go to the bathroom. On the left of me was a goose (yes, a goose) and every time I tried to get up to go the goose would peck at my (left) hand and (left) foot and I had to fall down on the bed. This went on for a long time and my (dream) husband told me it was some sort of test. I finally woke up for real, of course the goose was gone and I was able to get up to pee. I swear as I walked to the bathroom in my stupor I kept looking for that stupid goose..... :x
There was another incident after that one but I'll look for my other dream and post it there.

[Korpo]

Goose

To see a goose in your dream, symbolizes fertility and motherly love. The goose may also represent a message from your unconscious.(http://dreammoods.com/cgibin/searchcsv.pl?method=exact&header=dreamsymbol&search=goose)

Oliver

[Beekeeper]

I had geese flying (well, floating) upside down once. I was having a run on obvious dream dreams that eventually lead to a lucid dream if all goes well. this was one of them.

I had a beautiful owl dream a few nights ago. I was looking at this amazing, other-earthly yellow flower and then a naturalist ran through my dream exclaiming his excitement over and drawing my attention to the owl.

[Aunt Clair]

Last night's dream episode, and I blame Palearse for this one: I was lying in my room, and had to get up to go to the bathroom. On the left of me was a goose (yes, a goose) and every time I tried to get up to go the goose would peck at my (left) hand and (left) foot and I had to fall down on the bed. This went on for a long time and my (dream) husband told me it was some sort of test. I finally woke up for real, of course the goose was gone and I was able to get up to pee. I swear as I walked to the bathroom in my stupor I kept looking for that stupid goose..... :x
There was another incident after that one but I'll look for my other dream and post it there.

The divine or cosmic mother projects out of the magician through the left and rear from the aqua stone . We saw a goose associated with this stage in dreams the week this happened which was just a short while ago . Sept ? I think .

[CFTraveler]

Early this morning, I woke early and went back to sleep, to dream I was at my mother's house, sleeping on my bed (not my real mother's house, an imaginary one) then the duck from the other dream came in my room and started pecking me on the crown and forehead area (Tom are you there? Private joke) and I couldn't make it stop. I finally get up (still in the dream) and my head is not hurt, but covered in a bunch of feathers and white dandruffy-looking down and I was shocked I had no wounds or blood, because it hurt a lot. I woke up for real and all was normal, no pain or anything.
:roll:

[Alaskans]

Normal interpretation probably doesnt work for superduck. But I wonder... some possible clues..
Ducks, geese, are water birds. They are very gracefull on water (and can dive). Water has significant spiritual meanings.
They can also fly. Flight can denote spiritual grace success and freedom.
The pecking... ducks and geese peck when they are cleaning.

You may have had bloodless pain because It could have been removing something <cleaning> that you thought you wanted <pain>, but wasnt actually in your best interest to have <no blood>. Could have been anything.

This is pretty speculative... Feathers on your head could be something to do with loss of dignity (tar and feathered) that is weighing on your head, as a result of whatever you lost. Because they were duck feathers (I assume), and they were on your higher energy areas <forhead/crown>, I would say it is something relating to or in contact with your higher spiritual life or understanding.
Alternatively, DM says this about feathers:
..."In particular, to see chicken feathers in your dream, signifies of minor annoyances. Eagle feathers represent the realization of your goals and aspirations. And to see peacock, ostrich, or any other ornamental feathers, denotes advancement up the social ladder. You will be met with much success in your future." -- So, you feel pain now, but you will reach a greater spiritual high (duck feathers meaning spiritual success). Actually, it could have a double meaning and both interpretations are true... I wonder if my methodical meticulous thinking is a mental disorder... :shock:


I think if you look closely at what is going on in your life then you'll know what its all about. Or maybe be aware of things that will happen.

[CFTraveler]

You guys have been doing such a good job interpreting others' dreams, that I'd like for someone to take a crack at one I had recently. Actually it's very simple and I only am having problems interpreting the possible meaning of one of the symbols in it. In one scene I am being given a bolt of red silk and I wear it. It's given to me by a Hindu Guru and I put it on like a sari. Or a robe.
Does anyone know what the meaning of red silk is in the Hindu culture? I don't know if this translates into buddhist culture, if it does at all.

[ButterflyWoman]

The garment sounds maybe like a dhoti (a simple garment, very traditional, not unlike a sarong or similar).

The red silk appears to be associated with a number of Hindu deities, including Laksmi, who is often depicted wearing red silk. She's the goddess of wealth, love, beauty, fertility, etc., and is the consort of Vishnu.

Some of that I looked up, but some of it I already knew (I just looked it up for clarity), so I didn't just go on a Google and spit out information at you. :)

Red silk is also worn by Hindu priests.

If I were to guess what the symbol is, I'd say it's a priestly or saintly garment that you're being given. A new stage of spiritual awareness and responsibility, maybe? Does that fit?

[CFTraveler]

It does, thank you. I guess I'll take a look at the symbolism of Lakshmi.

[LuXFluX]

In mantra Laksmi is associated with manifesting positive stuff. When I did mantra stuff regularly any time I was using it as a manifestation technique from the hindu tradition laksmi was involved. The primary mantra I used was "Om Gum Shrim Maha Laksmiye swaha" Which I think roughly translates to asking Ganesh (seed syllable Gum) to remove obstacles so that laksmi could grant manifestation. Laksmi is also associated with material wealth, which has connections to the first chakra and red. So it's possible that wealth or the manifestation of wealth is developing, or the manifestation process itself is developing.

[CFTraveler]

Thanks LuX. Interesting.

[CFTraveler]

From superduck to supershark-or something.
In this dream we were at some sort of zoo or marine aquarium. I had my hand inside a tank when all of a sudden a shark (one of those small lemon sharks that grow up to be scary) bit me on the left hand (that left hand again). I pulled my hand out of the aquarium and it wouldn't let go. I screamed and was taken to the lab in the place where the shark just wouldn't let go. I finally got angry (it was very painful) and bit the shark hard over the top of it's head. It let go and jumped back into the tank. As I saw my bloody hand, I could see that the reason it didn't take half of it clean off is that my wedding ring was acting as a sort of splint preventing it from chomping right through it. I could see bite marks right around the top of my hand sort of around the knuckle. I had pain there as I woke, but it faded as I woke up.

[Alaskans]

Fascinating. Sounds even more personal though.

[CFTraveler]

Here is last night's- I didn't put it in the OBE journal because it started as a dream and has some psychological stuff in it- however, I think I transitioned into a collective part of the astral- the hospital in the afterlife zone from the layout of it. Here it is:

I was in a sort of dorm, with a group of people. I was showing them how to levitate. Most couldn't figure out

how to, one did, a pregnant lady. I wondered about that baby. I think subconsciously I knew they were dead, but

not completely. One of the cute guys put his cig out on the other's eye. They found this hilarious, I was very sad

because they could be so mean to each other. I think they were brothers or something. At this point I realized that

they were dead, and that's why I was so uneasy about the pregnant girl's baby. They were all young, college

aged. I was supposed to be teaching them something, I don't think levitation was it. Then I decided to leave the

dorm room and I was looking for Teague. Now, Teague was missing and I was desperately looking for him, I think

I was grieving for him. I wandered around a building that I understood to be a hospital. I looked around and

realized I was subtly watched, if not followed. It seemed to me I had discovered some sort of conspiracy going on

in the hospital. An old man saw me going around the hospital and approached me and said "if you are trying to

hide the best place to hide is here, where the patients don't talk back." I looked inside and it looked like the inside

of an ICU, but from his amused laugh I understood it to be a morgue. This turned me off (the fact that he knew I

was trying to hide and that something wasn't right) so I didn't go in there. I went around another wing and went

through a large room in which there were about eight identical desks and there were people giving others

counseling. I thought to myself "this must be the counseling section of the hospital" and realized that most people

there were sincerely trying to help patients, and the 'conspiracy' wasn't widespread. Of course, I didn't know what

the conspiracy was, just that something was wrong and my friend had gone missing. So I went around other

rooms, and finally I went to the back of the 'morgue' (wasn't really a morgue, people were up and about) but in the

back of it there was a shelf with boxes and bottles, almost hidden, and the shelf was labeled "Bodies for recycling"

"slave labor" and under "slave labor bodies" was one labeled Teague. There I realized that a faction or

organization within the hospital someone was recycling bodies instead of using new ones (bodies or souls, I'm not

sure what) and that Teague was one of the 'junk ones' that was slated to be 'reused'. I was freaked out by this, and

left this dream environment and went into another one, and in it I was in a car with my hubby and son. I was

reclined in this car and we were driving back from vacation, in a tourist area where part of the view was of an old

crumbling amusement park, could have been Coney Island. We were driving over the bottom rail (it sounded like

you were on a wood roller coaster) and you could see the ruins of an old broken down roller coaster that seemed

to float in the air. We looked at it as we drove past. I commented on the apparent precariousness of the way, and

my hubby said this was officially part of the road. I woke up with a certain amount of angst.

[CFTraveler]

http://kensforce.com/news052307a.jpg
I don't know why Jack Sparrow wasn't in my dream but Keith Richards was (as Teague). That was the 'just plain dream' part, I think, since I've been reading Jack Sparrow books to my son. The hospital zone was a weird evolution.

[CFTraveler]

In the interest of discovering themes in my dreams, here goes:
I had read a book given to me by a friend of mine, and I was at her house discussing the book. When she started talking about a specific chapter, I realized I hadn't read that. I started getting confused because I remembered reading it, but she was talking about something else. Finally, I confessed that I didn't recognize what she was talking about, and I decided to pick the book up and leaf through it. When I did, I realized that most of the book was different than what I had read, except for one chapter in the middle of the book, which was identical to my memory of it. Then I realized that I must have read it in another version of the reality I was in, and that somehow, I must have exchanged places with another version of myself that had the memories of the book I had in front of me. This me was very conscious of alternate realities but I didn't consider that the 'dreamtime' was not 'real', since for a moment I considered all of it real, just 'displaced'. As I wondered how to get back to my proper sequence I woke up.

[Alaskans]

Ummm... are we talking about a book that you read only somewhere in dreamstate? You read it in one dimension, then read it in another? Btw, do you remember what the book was about? Im curious & nosious 8) Also, I had a dream about being given two books a couple weeks ago, they seemed to be important, one was written by slaves and the other was $200! I figured they were subconcious knowledge. I think maybe everything is multidimensional, that book too, and of course things change some from dimension to dimension.

[CFTraveler]

are we talking about a book that you read only somewhere in dreamstate? Yep.

You read it in one dimension, then read it in another? Yep. I read the whole book, and leafed through it and recognized the chapter that it had in common.

Btw, do you remember what the book was about? No, but the author was female. And I think it was a novel.

Im curious & nosious What's nosious?

[Alaskans]

Nosy like Pinocchio :D Its a bran new word, feel free to use it constantly.

[CFTraveler]

I've had a recurring dream for years- I am on the way to the beach, and have all kinds of obstacles (too many varieties of them to mention) and I always wake before I get there- sometimes it turns into a 'fake scenario' type of thing (see the 'cohesion thread' for more info) but this morning, finally, I ended two of them.
From my dream journal:

6/26/08- Killer Clams- Before going to sleep I asked to be taken to my throat chakra, then I thought about going to

Shamballah. Woke up at 4am dreaming I was in some sort of scenario with rocks of all kinds. In my dream I was

told I was supposed to do something to the rocks although I don't remember what. There were some dogs and

men or dogmen (don't know- can't remember details) but at some point when I was trying to get through there

were some clams that were stuck to the back of my calves. They burned. When I woke up I could still feel the

sting where the 'killer clams' were stuck. I think the dogmen were telling me what to do or helping me take them

off me. I went back to bed telling myself to remember the killer clams dream and went into another dream, in

which there was a familiar beach scene- the one where I never go in. Then in a fit of rage of remembering this

recurring scenario I ran to the pool and jumped in, something I'd been denying myself. I woke up again and went

back to sleep, and I went back to the beach and went in and jumped in the water.

Don't know what this means other than I did what I've been wanting to do for ages now, in my dreams.

[ButterflyWoman]

Ah! You finally took the plunge!

I'm interested to see what happens now in the non-dream world. ;)

[CFTraveler]

Second in a row*. This a little bit different. So I should say two very similar dreams, also in the early morning.
My husband's : He was talking to me, only now I was his sister. I was telling me about some dating problems I was having. He was trying to give me advice, because I was his sister.
My dream: We were in a cabin, staying for the weekend or something like that. We were trying to sort out who would sleep where, and where the beds were. My sister was now in someone else's body (she now had red hair and was very thin). She had switched bodies with someone else. However, the body she was using had a twin sister. So now we were looking for an extra bed as there was this extra 'sister' to put up.
I was telling her that 'any sister of my sister's was my sister too' (or something equally inane). Then we found a couch where she could sleep.
:?


*The first dream is in the OBE section, in my journal.

[Mishell]

What do you mean by shared dream?

[CFTraveler]

For two nights in a row my hubby and I have had different versions of the same dream.

[Paul H.]

Mishell,

People use the term "shared dream" to denote a combined or unified dream experience between one or more person which may or may not be lucid. For example, you might become lucid in a dream and recognize individuals that you know, while at the same time they are dreaming and may recognize you in their dreams as well. Thus, the combined dream experience could be seen as a means of telepathic communication. (Note that only one or a subset of the people may be lucid. Also note that each individual's subconscious may still be projecting their individual dream images upon their experience, which may cause different perceptions of scenery, characters and plot, even though their dreams are actually "shared".)

Children are often taught by their parents that their dreams are merely imagination which strictly occurs in their own minds and no one else’s. I remember one experience when I was five or six years old when my younger sister and I tried to explain to my mother that we both had a shared dream experience and that we were fully aware of what had happened. But my mother tried to convince the two of us that this was simply silly nonsense by explaining to us that we had different recalls of what happened, and that we both had additional dreams of the other that only one person remembered.

However, people who are more experienced in astral projection will say that dreams occur in the astral dimension, and often those who have a higher degree of consciousness and lucidity may travel to a more refined area of the astral dimension where they may interact with other lucid dreamers.

[universal_mystic]

My brother & had had a shared dream when we were children and seemed to dream exactly the same thing.

We were flying in a 'God Squad' of angels sorting out trouble. We were flying over the sea and came over a port. The port was a semi circle shape and had gun turrets on each end of the semi circle. These gun turrets were putting out tracer fire (it was night time or at least dark). There were ships coming into the harbour in formation.

When I've mentioned this to some people they think it may have been a battle from World War 2 that we were picking up somehow because it seemed familiar. One of our uncle's was in the air force and didn't come back.

[CFTraveler]

A dream that people share- can be identical, or close enough according to perspective. For example, I once dreamt that I had been kidnapped. My dream consisted in trying to escape and worrying that my husband was going to worry because I didn't show up to our meeting. He, at the same time, was dreaming that we were supposed to meet and I didn't show up, so he started looking for me. They were different dreams, but about the same thing, and if it were happening in the physical, chances are that's how it would be perceived.
I suppose I would call your version 'lucid shared dream', because you both realize you're dreaming in the same environment, and my version would be 'nonlucid shared dream', because the similarity of the context is enough that I think we 'went' to the same place, even though there was no awareness of the state.

[aprilla]

apparently dream sharing is not as uncommon as you may think. it is also to note, some of the dream characters you experience are someone you know,(but disguised/or looks different as someone else you may or may not know) and not an aspect of yourselves. i dont really know why this happens, but i think it is to do with the intent or state of the other person or your perception of them at that time. this especially relates to precogs/information purposes.

[CFTraveler]

Last night (or this morning) I dreamed that I was looking at the sky. (Earlier in the night I was RV'ing stars, as I sometimes do)- so in my dream I start to see three predominant features in the sky: Regular fluffy white clouds, Angelic looking clouds, and small black vortexes whirling around and some black clouds. I watched as they danced and interacted with each other. As they interacted a man was 'explaining to me' what I was seeing. As I watched I saw the black vortexes turning some white clouds black, but then the white angelic clouds started changing the black clouds back to 'regular' fluffy white clouds. Then the angelic clouds went to the black vortexes and upon contact the vortexes turned into angelic white clouds and then those angelic clouds went around turning the black clouds white and the other black vortexes into angelic white clouds. Pretty soon they were all angelic white clouds (no vortexes of any kind). Then the narrator explained that the angelic clouds could turn the vortexes into other angelic clouds, and could also turn the black clouds into white clouds.
Then he said that the black vortexes could not change angelic clouds, only regular clouds. Therefore, eventually all clouds would be regular white clouds and all angelic forces would be of the 'fluffy white' kind.
It looked like a really good CGI animation, not cartoonlike, even though it expressed like a game.
Then I woke up, around 4am.

[Neil Templar]

eventually all clouds would be regular white clouds and all angelic forces would be of the 'fluffy white' kind.


i like that.
something to look forward to... :)

[gift]

Just out of interest, have you considered asking why the narrative voice decide to explain this to you?

[Korpo]

So - what is it saying... The touch of "good" can heal any "corruption"? And that there is some "good" that cannot be "corrupted"?

I think that is a message of hope.

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

Just out of interest, have you considered asking why the narrative voice decide to explain this to you? In the dream we were both there, I suppose I must have asked. I get a lot of narrative dreams, those are usually either precognitive or recognizable as dream lessons.
Of course, the dream guy that was explaining things could have been the aspect of me that likes to explain things. My animus, probably.

[sleeper]

I don't know how related this is, but you gotta see it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-uFthH0LYU&feature=PlayList&p=71098FC74CF98F6B&index=14

I think it's at the end of that video (he has about 500 minutes of video on youtube, it's a 45 video series) and into the next few videos.

In his series, he's explaining his unified field theory that's currently in peer review. He begins (in the first video) explaining how he was inspired a number of times by metaphysical experiences, as well as ancient architecture. A large part of his calculations include sacred geometry, including the star of david, which can be reproduced as fractals and visually represent how you can have infinite potential in a finite boundary.

He goes on to explain how everything is black holes; our universe is a giant black hole, we are made of black holes. we are a microcosm/fractal of the universe, in other words, we are the universe experiencing itself. anyway, it's very good work and worth checking out.

In the video I linked above, he's explaining how white black holes and dark black holes radiate in and out of each other.

[CFTraveler]

I don't know how related this is, but you gotta see it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-uFthH0LYU&feature=PlayList&p=71098FC74CF98F6B&index=14

I think it's at the end of that video (he has about 500 minutes of video on youtube, it's a 45 video series) and into the next few videos.


http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/liebe/love-smiley-001.gif
*Astral kiss*
As usual, you are a fountain of information.
Of course this means that I have to watch the other 44 videos to get the full picture and do some research on black holes. Fortuntely I'm bizarrely interested in physics so I don't have to research too much. :D .
Maybe I should contact prof. Haramein- maybe we can come up with a video game with my imagery and his theories. Mucho $$ for me. :)
Now back to reality. Very interesting.

[gift]

Let me attempt to try and interpret this, excuse me if it isn't in the usual jargon as i'm quite new to AP and this site. I believe that all interpretation of genuine dreams and visions are obtained from the source of all life; and with the little that I understand of that source - here goes...(feel free to correct me if you feel i'm wrong.)
Dreams are usually threefold in their meaning; meaning that they relate to our inner environment, our immediate environment i.e family, work, community etc..... and the world that we live in. I believe, and i'm sure you'd agree that as human beings we are on a journey on this physical plane, and our end goal should be to reach the highest level of consciousness that we possibly can - for me that means purity in it's highest form. When we were children we were at our purest that we have known whilst we have been here, therefore being more intuitive and "locked in" to that pure spirit from which we came. We grow older, accumulate experiences and get drawn in to the environment of "this place" therefore becoming disconnected - not completely though. Within us we all have the ability to make the correct choices to regain this level of purity and eventually beyond, with some extra help once we move past our ego's and get stuff like pride (as opposed to humble) out of the way and ask the source what that help is. Or we can get drawn into the environment further. Whichever way, through these accumulative experiences and according to how we process them we tap into levels of wisdom (environmental + pure) which we use to carve our paths through life (call it power of varying degrees if you like.)
As we know, the way things are designed (internally and externally) things have an affect on one another; what is absolute cannot be changed. I believe that once we begin to align things to that absolute, or source, and start to live from the frame of reference of how that source created us and therefore sees us - therefore us knowing what is 'expected' of us according to how we were designed - instead of our own understanding as human beings (or lack thereof); our lives, communities and the rest of the world would be jolly good.
Very basic though, and i'm aware that everybody has different belief systems of which I love to hear about as i'm sure you are too. Please expand/correct me on this if need be.

[CFTraveler]

So in your interpretation the angelic beings would be the most aligned with the absolute?
Very interesting.
I hope it's the right interpretation.

[CFTraveler]

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[gift]

Quite simply, yes.
The reason I asked you if you asked the narrative voice "why?" is because I usually have dreams like this (obviously not exactly) when i'm being called to a higher dimension of life, meaning there's probably stuff within me that i've completely ignored and are being highlighted in order for me to bring them up to scratch with the rest otherwise it will provide a basis for me to react irrationally rather than respond accordingly. Or things that are just mediocre that need to be maximised.
In terms of the immediate environment and the rest of the world, maybe a sign of good things to come. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon....

[CFTraveler]

I was working at some sort of deli (I wasn't 'me' me.) I told the people I worked with that I had the impression that we would be held up or killed or something bad, so they locked the doors. Then I cut an outline of a state. I haven't looked to see which one it is but it was a Northeastern (or eastern, anyway) state from how the cut was placed on a book I had). Then I inserted a pin on the door, and took a huge sandwich with me. It was as big as an encyclopedia book. I was amazed at it's size. (It was chicken salad, lol) So we leave the deli and I'm walking down the street (at night) and this guy approaches me and asks for food for his dog, whose name was 'Caruso.' The dog had a dog body and a human face (creepy) and instead of barking said "Caruso! Caruso!". The guy took a chunk of chicken from my sandwich and gave it to the dog who ate it. I was annoyed, because I hadn't replied to the man yet (even though it was my intention to give him a piece, it was his presumption that bothered me.) I told him off and walked away.

Try to make sense of that. :?

[Fish]

I was working at some sort of deli (I wasn't 'me' me.) I told the people I worked with that I had the impression that we would be held up or killed or something bad, so they locked the doors. Then I cut an outline of a state. I haven't looked to see which one it is but it was a Northeastern (or eastern, anyway) state from how the cut was placed on a book I had). Then I inserted a pin on the door, and took a huge sandwich with me. It was as big as an encyclopedia book. I was amazed at it's size. (It was chicken salad, lol) So we leave the deli and I'm walking down the street (at night) and this guy approaches me and asks for food for his dog, whose name was 'Caruso.' The dog had a dog body and a human face (creepy) and instead of barking said "Caruso! Caruso!". The guy took a chunk of chicken from my sandwich and gave it to the dog who ate it. I was annoyed, because I hadn't replied to the man yet (even though it was my intention to give him a piece, it was his presumption that bothered me.) I told him off and walked away.

Try to make sense of that. :?

Maybe in your other life (occurring right now) you live in the northeast and work at a deli. The place occurring at the same time as we are here now intake lots more food and hence do not require dieting so massive sandwiches of epic proportions are staple for your diet there.. as well as Caruso-speaking human faced dogs and telepathic passersby LMAO that was great stuff CF sounds like one that I would have!

:mrgreen:

[CFTraveler]

I think I'm going to start posting the weirder or significant of my dreams here. Not sure if I'll do it in journal form yet.
But here we go:
I fell asleep after a clumsy spontaneous projection.
Started dreaming I was in a marina. It's architecture wasn't normal, there were many piers or walks going around and we were walking looking at the water and a man was telling us about the intelligent dolphins. (I'd blame Drunvalo for this, but I asked my HS to tell me what I could believe about the channeled information in the book I'm reading that he wrote). This guide and my son and I were looking. The guide looked like the guy from Heroes, The senator (Peter Petrelli's brother, whose name I've forgotten) and all of a sudden this gigantic 35 foot long humanoid looking dolphin jumped up in the air. He was telling us these guys are not friendly and are extremely aggressive. I see it quickly swimming towards us and we're way out there in the water. So we start running away, and I see next to the giant dolphin there is this really fast swimming hippopotamus. It looked gigantic. I tell them to run and I try to stay behind and try to get their attention, to distract the dolphin and the hippo from them- but it doesn't work- they ignore me and go for them, very fast, faster than I can run. When I run I see the dolphin and the hippo reach them, and then all of a sudden the hippo splits in half, showing he wasn't a real hippo, but a vessel of some sort, and some people jump out, snatch them and bring them in. I keep running trying to catch up, and then there's a fade out, and I'm in some sort of an underground installation.
I go into this room and there's senator Petrelli telling my son that he has to inject this needle in his own trachea so he can have some sort or breathing thing installed so he can breathe under water. I try to stop this, but when I reach them both turn around and they have these little white squares with holes in the front. I'm shocked, and wake up.
So I got up, started to make breakfast, when my husband tells me he had this dream/nightmare.
And it goes like this:
I'm working at a marina, and he goes to the office I'm supposed to be working in. Someone tells him that some guy came in a boat and I went for a ride with him, and never came back. He gets really mad and scared, and doesn't know what to do.
He wakes up and meets me for breakfast in the kitchen.

Note: I don't work in a marina, it's not even in the remotest possibility, and I had no similar dreams lately- I assumed (and still think) that my asking what I asked brought me to this symbol. What blows me away is my husband's dream. Maybe he projected to the same thing and gave it his own bent?
Hmm.

[ArcticStoneage]

Last night I projected for the first time in about a month. There was nothing special about the projection (that I remember at least), but it shortly led into a false awakening. In this dream, I remember being underwater, not sure which way was up, and trying hard to breath through the water, suffocating.

And today I came on the forums and read OlderWiser's post about weird synchronicity involving the "Beyond Enlightenment. Warning...Not for Sissies" thread popping up again after reading it recently, and thinking how I love it when strange 'coincidences' like that happen, and how I wished it would happen to me more often. Right after that, I read a new post about breathing in the astral body. And then I read this!

Cool eh? :D

Unfortunately I don't remember anything else from that dream, other than that it started with me waking up in the shower

[Fish]

What blows me away is my husband's dream. Maybe he projected to the same thing and gave it his own bent?
Hmm.

Definitely sounds that way to me! Has that happened often where you share a projection with someone you know? It's happened to me, that experience brought me to this forum actually. Something I won't actually post about here but anyway it's along the same vein of what happened to you. Very cool!

[CFTraveler]

We dream in tandem occasionally, and once I pulled him out. So I suppose it's not that strange.

[CFTraveler]

Last night I found myself in what I thought was another planet. it was a water planet, yet there was some surface areas. People in it were having some sort of war, and the war was to choose which of the 'waterlords' would be their masters. They appeared to be addled, as if they were hypnotized or programmed. Then I found myself walking along some ruins. In the ruins I picked up some trash on the floor, and in it I could see brochures that were old, and in them there were pictures of advertising. The advertising had pictures of people dressed in 'corporate' clothing (three piece suits) except they were floating underwater. The company was a genetics company that altered humans (or created them) and each brochure had 'different' models of them. They were men and women in three piece suits floating underwater, as in an aquarium. Then (in typical dream fashion) I started to recognize those people as the 'gods' that had caused people to fight each other, to be controlled or dominated by them.
I realized it was a farce, that these people were not 'gods', and they didn't come from anywhere else ( some people thought they were aliens, or 'gods' ), they were engineered to impress people into giving the company who designed them all the power. And it seemed to work, because the scenario seemed wrong and the world seemed destroyed.
And at some point I realized this was not another planet.

[CFTraveler]

This is notable for me, because I usually don't have strong emotion when I dream, but this one was a doozy.

Interpretations are welcome.

In this dream I was in some sort of 'underworld'. The light was low, and it seemed as if everyone in the dream was dead. I would classify it as a projection, but I had very limited lucidity (I knew I was supposed to learn something, but I did not know I was dreaming), so I'll call it a dream.

I was told I had to face the death of someone. I was in a 'funeral' of sorts, except it was nighttime, there was a cave that opened up to the seaside at night (a very creepy environment) and I had to traverse a system (like a labyrinth) and go through some things. I was supposed to walk a line with some people and face a person who was dead and lying in a coffin/bed/platform.
I was paralyzed with terror and did not want to go through this process and follow this line. I tried, I followed some of the people that were in line in front of me, but when I got to the place where I knew where the body was, the terror I felt was so severe I stepped away and got out of there. The 'funny' thing is that I almost knocked over and went by some dead bodies that were lying in part of the 'maze' I was going through to get out of there. This was terrifying, except the dead bodies were more 'circusy' than grisly and I wasn't scared of them. I was, however, scared of seeing the one dead body I was supposed to see.
It was the dead body of a former coworker of mine, who died over 14 years ago, and who I have some history with. I'll add this part of my life history at the end.
Anyway, I couldn't face seeing my friend dead, and I was advised that I was supposed to pay my respects, but I just couldn't. At this time I was accompanied by people advising me on what I 'should' do.
I left there, and when I thought I was safe, I went to another place, where there was a guy walking towards another place, sort of waiting for me- looked like it was maybe a cafeteria or a mall food court. He was walking in front of me and guiding me somewhere else, and I was following him. As he walked in front he harassed some other guys as we walked by, and we rounded a corner to go to wherever we were going. He was exhibiting some inappropriate behavior, and I thought it was weird. Then without warning, some guys were waiting for us as we got to where we were going, pulled out a knife and killed him. I think they sliced his throat, or something like that. All I could see was blood and him collapse. The guys were laughing maniacally and had old-fashioned 'ducktails' type hairdos, (Fonzy style). I was hysterical at this point and woke up. As I woke a voice whispered in my ear, something 'clinical' sounding, but I don't remember what it said. I was shaken up for a while, and the fear was quite visceral.

Note: The person who died was a coworker of mine, only she died a long time ago, and we were not very close, but got along well. The most notable thing about the event of her death is that I spontaneously projected to her funeral, and it was confirmed by another coworker who also projected to her funeral (both of us at the same time). We knew about each other because we had a third friend in common which we both told our stories to. We ended up having lunch and comparing notes. Then, a mutual friend of ours who actually went to the funeral was able to confirm the images both of us described in our separate experiences. This however, happened over 14 years ago, so I don't know why I dreamed about her all this time afterwards. (And I actually didn't see the dead friend, I just dreaded having to.)

[Korpo]

What was the cause of your co-worker's death?


(And I actually didn't see the dead friend, I just dreaded having to.)

I was told I had to face the death of someone.

This was terrifying, except the dead bodies were more 'circusy' than grisly and I wasn't scared of them. I was, however, scared of seeing the one dead body I was supposed to see.

So, in real life you dreaded to see your dead friend. Then, in non-physical reality you are told that you have "to face the death of someone." This someone turns out to be your friend again.

Seems like this is a case where this old thing is brought up again in order to be resolved, possibly to allow you to move on to another stance towards death, present in its most visible form. Unless you've seen someone's dead body death is kind of abstract. At least in my experience from way back.

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

*Racking my brain*
It may have been asthma, pleurisy or even lung cancer.
I remember she used to work at the office where I worked, as the bookkeeper and we used to chat. For some reason other people were afraid of her but we got along very well. Then her health began to deteriorate, and she started to do some of the work from her house. Then a new bookkeeper was hired (who later became my friend) and they both collaborated online. There was a seminar happening (going back, I was 34 at the time, I'm 51 now.) We were going to be roommates, and at the last moment, she canceled. When we came back from the seminar we had word she had deteriorated and was retiring. Then, a few months later she passed away. At the time one of our other workmates had moved in with her and was looking after her. She passed not soon after.
Since she had no relatives in Florida her roommate went with the body to where her children lived (I think it may have been Connecticut), and the rest of us stayed.
The weekend of her funeral I came to in a car, going somewhere and seeing a snowy landscape. I could see the people in the car and the landscape going by, as if I were one of the people in the car. Then I could see the people in an outside setting in the snow.
The next day I told my friend (A.) who worked in the same office about my strange dream. I'm not sure why I told her but there was something 'different' about this dream.
She then freaked out a little and told me that our friend (K.) had a similar dream, from the same vantage point- the traveling through the snowy landscape, and the funeral scene.
We got together and compared notes, and then talked to R., her roommate who had actually gone to the funeral. He described the car trip, the funeral and some details that coincided with both our experiences.
I realized that I was experiencing what R. was experiencing. K. also was there, but her experience was more like an old-fashioned OBE. I was seeing the scene from R's eyes.

Oliver, since this I have faced the death of many of my relatives, including my father and my grandmother, who I loved very deeply.
I do realize there was some 'learning' in this, and it had to do with 'facing death'- however, other than the fact that I chose to not go to the funeral, I didn't really know this person closely enough to be personally affected. I do realize that I have issues that I have to deal with, but why this person is still somewhat a mystery to me.
Maybe because she is someone from my 'past' life- I have since reinvented myself, and maybe because I never said a proper goodbye to her.

[VioletImagery]

Maybe it's not literally about that particular friend and her real death. Maybe in the dream she represents something else, like an aspect of yourself or something from that time in your life? Just a thought.

[CFTraveler]

I'll have to think about that.

[CFTraveler]

Last night I discussed the possibilities about the dreams with my husband.
As usual, he didn't remember M. as it was a long time ago.
I've tried to think what she would represent to me, and I'd say it would be someone I admired (what I knew about her anyway-) she didn't take bs from people and was a strong female. Like I 'wanted to be like when I was her age'- the funny thing is that I'm her age probably now, or close.


Last night: The last dream, the one I woke up to:
I was being chased, and I had a level of fear (not abject terror like the night before) and I ran and ran. I ran so much and for so long that I even thought to myself that my dream self must have lost weight, with all this running. (I had enough lucidity to know I was dreaming, but not enough to stop running. Or to question why I was running. I just felt I had to. Then I woke up, already tired.
I think after this I'm going to take a short nap, I have a long day ahead of me.

Or at least a long early afternoon.

[Fish]

Seems like this is a case where this old thing is brought up again in order to be resolved, possibly to allow you to move on to another stance towards death, present in its most visible form. Unless you've seen someone's dead body death is kind of abstract. At least in my experience from way back.

Yes I get the same feeling about your dream CF. Be brave and step up to the plate about death or a major ending of something in your life.

Could this possibly be interpreted on the flipside as being afraid of a new beginning?

[Korpo]

Maybe it is just about this specific death. Maybe it had a significance to you that others had not? Was the person for example your age, so closer to your own feeling of mortality?

I mean, I buried father, uncle, grandmother, all close, but I think it would still feel very different if it was a classmate from school...

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

She was much older than I, but now I'm approaching the age she was when she passed.

[Beekeeper]

This is a difficult one, CF. Feel free to reject anything/everything if it feels incorrect. Now I've just reviewed it, I realise everyone else has just about covered it any way and there's not much to add.


In this dream I was in some sort of 'underworld'.

To me this is usually that most suppressed deep within our subconscious.


The light was low, and it seemed as if everyone in the dream was dead.

Again, something that had not surfaced consciously and that you, therefore, were only dimly aware of. You thought it was something dead and buried.

I
would classify it as a projection, but I had very limited lucidity (I knew I was supposed to learn something, but I did not know I was dreaming), so I'll call it a dream.


Low light works as a low lucidity indicator in my dreams.


I was told I had to face the death of someone.

Of course, this is also the reality of our own deaths or deaths of our various roles/identities too.

I
was in a 'funeral' of sorts, except it was nighttime, there was a cave that opened up to the seaside at night (a very creepy environment) and I had to traverse a system (like a labyrinth) and go through some things. I was supposed to walk a line with some people and face a person who was dead and lying in a coffin/bed/platform.

Even if we think we've consciously accepted the reality of our own deaths and transitions, I believe we suppress fears and create barriers that we will subsequently have to face. The company may suggest the universal nature of this experience or the multiple levels/aspects of self at which we acknowledge this reality.


I was paralyzed with terror and did not want to go through this process and follow this line. I tried, I followed some of the people that were in line in front of me, but when I got to the place where I knew where the body was, the terror I felt was so severe I stepped away and got out of there. The 'funny' thing is that I almost knocked over and went by some dead bodies that were lying in part of the 'maze' I was going through to get out of there. This was terrifying, except the dead bodies were more 'circusy' than grisly and I wasn't scared of them. I was, however, scared of seeing the one dead body I was supposed to see.

Perhaps the various "deaths" you've already experienced - and by this I mean big personal transitions in your own life- seem insubtantial compared to the current transition or the one that has just happened that you're not ready to "look at" and acknowledge, that you cannot move forward on.


It was the dead body of a former coworker of mine, who died over 14 years ago, and who I have some history with. I'll add this part of my life history at the end.
Anyway, I couldn't face seeing my friend dead, and I was advised that I was supposed to pay my respects, but I just couldn't. At this time I was accompanied by people advising me on what I 'should' do.

Go back again and ask what she represents for you. What were the salient circumstances around this death or around something else this woman showed/told/taught you that resonate with something in your life right now. How do you identify with her? Why might this aspect of self be ready to pass? Might her role as "bookkeeper" be a clue? Why did a co-worker have to look after her? Did she feel abandoned or, more importantly, did you feel she'd been abandoned?


I left there, and when I thought I was safe, I went to another place, where there was a guy walking towards another place, sort of waiting for me- looked like it was maybe a cafeteria or a mall food court.

There's some realisation you're not happy to face. You can run from it by seeking less private aspects of self - perhaps service to others through cooking or shopping or perhaps through satisfying your own physical needs?


He was walking in front of me and guiding me somewhere else, and I was following him. As he walked in front he harassed some other guys as we walked by, and we rounded a corner to go to wherever we were going. He was exhibiting some inappropriate behavior, and I thought it was weird.

He's an aspect of self that leads you away from reflecting on something that frightens you. This is no longer appropriate and you realise this.


Then without warning, some guys were waiting for us as we got to where we were going, pulled out a knife and killed him. I think they sliced his throat, or something like that.

Other aspects of self will not allow you to evade this thing you don't want to see and threaten worse fears if you cannot acknowledge it.


All I could see was blood and him collapse. The guys were laughing maniacally and had old-fashioned 'ducktails' type hairdos, (Fonzy style).

Read what I wrote in the last bit of interpretation and ask yourself if that doesn't sound old fashioned. *Whiny voice*: "If you don't deal with it now, it'll only get worse."


I was hysterical at this point and woke up. As I woke a voice whispered in my ear, something 'clinical' sounding, but I don't remember what it said. I was shaken up for a while, and the fear was quite visceral.


I cannot help but feel there is a predictive element to this dream. I can't really say anything more in response to this part of your experience.

I hope this adds something that helps you get where you need to go on this dream.

[SlashRick]

let me first preface this post with the following:
i have been very sick, since thursday morning, to the point of delerium.
i'm still not over it. but am getting 'better'. i think. but i am not sure.
so, take this in that context. the rambleings of one who is with a fever.
note: thursday morning i woke up 'sick'.




the 'aquaintance'. one who you acknowledge, but one who most others around you do not.
you acknowledge, but do not establish a CLOSE BOND with.
others, avoid her, as they fear acknowledgeing, and fear bonding more.

she gets sick.

some notice, but most just look for a way to 'replace her functionality'

she dies.
some notice, and their lives are changed, but most just go on, not understanding
or really thinking that they are affected by what just happened.
and, some of those who noticed, didn't get the point, because they
deny that her passing was REAL, because they FEAR what it may mean.




WARNING: serious fever based rambleings begin now...

what if she was meant to represent Gaia?

i only say this because of my 'visions' thursday night.

here i was, fully intrenched in a 'whole body infection'. complete with fever,
awareness distortion, mind/body seperation, and desperation. i split, as i have
many times before. expanding my awareness to find a source of energy that i can
draw in, to heal my body.
first, i access divine white... too soft.
then, i go looking in my 'usual places'.
'that spot' west of jackson, wy, in the tetons, i ask, it responds it is weak, as it is still trying to out-live winter.a spot south-west of pocatello, id, again, weak, not recovered from winter.
a certain hillside in scottland, weak, not recovered from winter.
a certain hilltop on an island off sardinia, again, weak, and ill, the air is not good there yet.

at this point, i'm getting a bit frantic.

i look around the south pacific, maybe somthing will show itself to me there. but i have
never been there, so it's a 'shot in the dark'... nothing presents itself...
so back to 'known ground'...
hells canyon, idaho, weak, ill,
virgin river gorge, weak, dirty, barely able to grow it's worms.
finally, the 'zion area' of southern utah.
i drop deep down into it, to a place i know, where i can connect directly with the 'earth'.
i connect with Gaia. she is more than happy to 'feed' me, but.
i can feel that she is sick. like a loving mother dieing from cancer, but not letting her
children know, because she does not want to hurt them. so she gives freely, of what little
loveing energy she still has. i want to do something to heal her, she notices, and tells me it is
ok, because she knows she will be moving on soon, and she is not afraid for herself, but she
is afraid for some of her children, that do not know that they will be moving on soon also.
i thank her, and ask if there is anything i can do, she says to thank those of her children
who send her healing energy, it helps, but not enough, she is past the point of being able to
have her 'condition' reversed, and it is ok, because it is the 'right way of things'.
she embraces me, to her chest, and i succle, drawing up her healing that she is offering to me.

as i leave, i end up back in my bed, sobbing, her love is soo strong for us, and she is giving
all she can, to her 'demise'.
and all she wants, is for her children to realize who they are, and she is sad, because most
do not, and many who do, deny what is to come.

after recovering from my 'sob fest',
i finally end up finishing off, by picking a 'sunny place' out in the south pacific, i think it may have
been kwajaleen, and soaking up energy directly from the sun.
then i slept.




well then.
i guess THAT wasnt helpful.
maybe i need to get something to eat.

disregard this post.
or dont.
i'm not trying to 'thread jack'.
i just type.

/rick

p.s.. TIMMIE!!!!!!! :)

[CFTraveler]

I was meditating when I got a mini-nightmare- at first in my line of sight I see a husband and wife and one or two children (I have forgotten some of the details, this was like in one split second) Then all of a sudden the husband either thinks of killing them or does it. I'm not sure if I was in his head or saw him do it. It was very disturbing.

[VioletImagery]

To me, it sounds like you picked up on some outside bit of negativity that happened to be floating by while you were in a receptive meditative state. Ask yourself why you were shown that scene. If it doesn't feel like it holds some sort of inner lesson for you, feel free to reject it as being not your own and try not to dwell on it even though it disturbed you.

[CFTraveler]

No, it doesn't feel like it has anything to do with me at all. I think I indeed picked up some 'floating' stuff, since I've been very receptive lately. For the past two or three days every time I close my eyes to relax or sleep I feel like I 'fall in' to some sort of 'radio head' whose station is set on 'seek'. :)

ps. It (obviously) disturbed me a lot but two seconds later I forgot about it- when I was writing my projection it came back to me. I knew I had seen something disturbing, but for a while I didn't remember.

[VioletImagery]

OlderWiser will probably scold you for not shielding properly, :lol: She should scold me too.

[CFTraveler]

I've had projections to churches, I built one in projection once (prob. in my OBE journal) dealt with one the last time I saw my grandmother, and now had a dream reminiscent of other 'church' dreams/projections I've had.
So I decided to put any church dreams in this thread to try to keep some type of coherence.

This morning:
I was rebuilding this church, and was painting some corners in a series of seats/thrones in gold. (With spray paint). By accident I sprayed the skirt of a lady that was sitting in one of them. I apologized and she gave me her card (she was not gracious about it) her name started with M or N. I put her card in my pocket and started to walk away. As we were walking outside a man approached me and asked me how many churches (and where) I had restored. I replied with around three or four. The places were Quebec or Montreal (I knew it was someplace in Canada)- Georgia and possibly Louisiana. Then he showed me this small room that looked like a box or a stage, and showed me how it was being demolished and rebuilt (as I saw the simulation/hologram/movie I could see the work being done in it.) I could see them taking out rotten wood and brand new insulation (the pink stuff) and dry-walling put in, and they were working on the floor. He asked me to go take a look and see what I could do.
I told him I would, and as we walked out I started to fly (I think it was rough terrain, and other people were traversing it the hard way) I mentioned to him that I didn't understand why no one else would fly, and that every time I started to people would pretend not to notice. This annoyed me, it was so much easier than walking but people preferred to do it the hard way.
As I woke I kept trying to remember the places I told the guy, and fell asleep again, back to the fly/walk convo. Then I woke again and got up.

[Palehorse Redivivus]

Restoring churches and the dichotomy between the "church of the undead" and the shiny happy one remind me of stuff I was just reading, about the "true church" being something apart from physical religion, as well as musings on the Death archetype.

The undead church may reflect the fact that, like most everything else on earth, religion is a closed system, and thus subject to entropy, decay and death. I'm in the minority though in that I think "undead" things can be salvaged -- IF we can find a way to make them into open systems that can flow with the reality of change without losing their integrity, and "plug them in" to that which they're a symbol of. A lot of times the original meaning behind the symbols and rituals in religion go from "do this in rememberance of me," to "do this in rememberance of what now?" to "do this just because it's what we do." But, you may be, in a sense, breathing new life into old structures, likely by manifesting the core of truth through yourself; making the below like the above and whatnot.

That's what I get from it, anyway. :)

[CFTraveler]

I've come here to post this and get Admin-ADD, and forget. But finally, I'm writing it down.
Last night, after a day of very hard labor, I went to bed 'all lit up'. I was exhausted, hot, tired, and I could hardly keep my eyes closed the light inside my head was so bright. I did some energy work to 'smooth myself out' (I was vibrating like crazy, I haven't felt like that in years). So I finally went to sleep. As I was falling asleep I could feel the movement, but I couldn't stay up. So wherever I went I missed.
Later on (or early the next day, after a night of very light sleep, I had the same dream almost the whole night, but it's besides the point) I started to dream I was 'someone else', and was married with a young daughter. We lived in a very small apartment, so small our dining table was outside in the yard. With us was another couple, and our husbands had gone out somewhere and I was very angry at them. My friend and I were outside with our children and she was crying because she thought her husband was not going to come back, but soon enough (the next day) they came back. At that point I had decided to kick mine out, and was waiting for the other couple to go home (they were having dinner in our apt.) Everyone was sitting outside in the yard on the dinner table, and my husband said to me "Go get me a Birda". At this point I was changing consciousness (to my own) and as I went inside the kitchen I wondered what a Birda was. I looked and there seemed to be a green can that had a sign that said 'Birda'. I figured that's what he wanted and started to go out with the can in my hand and a glass to pour it in. As I walked outside my real husband woke me up and I missed the part where I was going to tell the dream husband to go the hell away.

I woke up wondering what a Birda was, and the only thing I found was a place in Romania. At least the word exists.

[Blaze]

Three possibilities that immediately came to my mind were:

- a typical dream with the usual symbolism
- a recent past life
- a concurrent, separate life (with whom you are connected via the HS/monad)

[CFTraveler]

I'm partial to number three, because of the surroundings. Were not 'old world'. And the symbols don't really pertain to my present life, so I don't think it was a regular old dream.
__________________

Now for last night's. I haven't projected lately, but my dreams seem full of something.

I was in a dream landscape I occasionally go to. In it there are various pools, and there was a party (or a gathering) and some people were in the pool. I was simply lounging by it. It was nighttime. I was in a group of people, and there was a friend of mine named Rachel. (I don't know her in real life.) She was part Indian and part Jewish. Her dad was Indian and her mom Jewish. We were talking about chakras, there were many Indians in Hindu dress, except for a few of us. They were using the Sanskrit terms for chakras. We went inside the house and I laid down on a bed. Next to me came a man dressed in traditional Hindu garb who looked suspiciously like Deepak Chopra. He laid down next to me and told me to forget everything I thought I knew about energy flow. He was going to teach me a way to work the chakra I needed to balance up.
I was going to tell him what chakra I thought needed fixing, but instead he told me no, and told me which one of my chakras needed work. He then told me to put my left hand palm down on the chakra he said I needed to work on, and the right hand on my head. He showed me two ways to do it, one sideways, and another on my back.
Then I woke up.
As I woke up I heard a female voice (deep female, not my usual girlish voice or the deep manly voice I occasionally hear) say "You've been adjusted" or "We've adjusted you" and I woke up completely.

[CFTraveler]

Not last night but the night before (Oct 10)
I was having some sort of dream in my (maternal) grandparents house, something about the house (in the dream it was fabulous) when it shifted into a completely different dream.
We were recruited (my hubby and I) by some government agency that was suppsed to colonize another planet that was habitable and already had some housing. Apparently they needed people with assorted specific talents. We were taken (while our son was in school) to this place where we were interviewed, and it sort-of resembled an airport ticket counter. From there we were taken to this apartment in a building in this off-planet site. We were surprised to see that from our balcony we could see that a couple (minus the children) we used to know were our next-door neighbors. We saw them and conversed. Apparently they had gone through the assignment process and were going back to earth, to get the kids and come back. Then later another couple showed up and told us they were the other families that would take care of our kid if we were called 'away' for some reason. I immediately didn't like this, the idea of both of us being 'called away' (like they do in the military) and wondered why this would be necessary for some colonization purpose.
I immediately decided to write a note, and I was very angry, thinking someone was manipulating us. I wrote on a piece of paper something like "You can take your opportunity and shove it" or something equally hostile and rude. Then I immediately got paranoid, wondering if we were being watched, and I took the note, destroyed it, and wrote another one, that said something like "thanks for the opportunity but we want to go back home", and laid it on a table where it could be seen by any surveillance device.
As I did this, I could see our friends packing their bags and leaving. I waved, and later woke up. Not sure if I had another dream right after this one or not.
This morning:
The dream started out in my paternal grandparents' house. In it was the spirit of my grandmother, who was kept captive by some little weird-looking goblins in her bedroom. I decided to release her, by picking up litte bits of rolled paper that were strewn all over the floor. (It looked like a schoolroom after a good paper fight). In real life, my grandmother was very neat. She would have been mortified to see such a mess in her room.
Anyway, I took a broom and started sweeping it, and about halfway through the process two little 'goblins' (I don't quite remember what they looked like, but they were wearing these tiny rubber suits that made them look like scuba diving hedgehogs, or some sort of 'sea cucumber' looking things with spines (and faces). One of them removed their rubber suit, and they were quite hideous. Weirdly, the memory of what they looked like is gone, I can't even remember their color. They asked me to come down and talk to them. I tried to dodge them, instinctively knowing they were dangerous. One of them (the 'naked one') touched my wrist, and I jumped back, and my wrist was burned where it touched me. It hurt! At that moment I woke up, and checked my wrist, which was fine, and no pain.
Then I went back to sleep, but couldn't get back to the same dream. I wanted to see what happened after, if I helped her at all, or to get more insight on what this may be about.

[CFTraveler]

This happened around three days ago- the same day Alaskans suggested an Astral meeting place, IIRC. I just remembered I hadn't jotted it down.
It's not a 'dreamstate lesson' perse, so it's got it's own post.

I was dreaming something about being in a very high-falutin' party at a mansion. As I do on occasion, I retired to a place that was more intimate, to be by myself. What happened next is something that sometimes happens to me in dreams- I went to sleep (this year in particular I have had a lot of dreams in which I'm sleeping in the dream.) What made this one different is that in the dream-within a dream, I had a dream or visitation.

I picked a train car (gotta love that symbolism) to go to sleep in, and had one foot in a pedal that controlled the direction of the car. As I slept, my leg pumped the pedal/lever thingie, and the movement rocked me to sleep. As I fell asleep, my grandfather appeared to me and we talked about many things, at some point the conversation turned philosophical/theological, and I started sharing with him what my beliefs were as compared to the beliefs he had as a result of the culture he grew up with. The convo was kind of nice and 'cerebral'. At some point the cart stopped and I awoke, to find I had wandered off the land I was in (where the house and the ground was) and now I was in the middle of a blue ocean or river. It was clear blue and calm. I switched feet and the cart reversed direction so that it was heading back to land.

I then went back to sleep and my grandpa came back. We finished our conversation and I was back in the lawn and this time the tracks took me into the back of the house. Now I was fully awake in the dream and I noticed that the house was really a facade, and I could see all the rooms from the back of a Victorian-looking house- it looked just like the back of those studio tours you take in Universal or MGM. You know, the backlot tour.

Anyway, I could see how the mansion was arranged, and I noticed that in this house the children's room was towards the back of the house, where the servant's quarters were. I figured that since back in 'those' days children were basically raised by nannies and such, that it made practical sense that their bedrooms were closer to the servants' than to the parents. I idly was thinking how messed up that was, when we reached a kind of counter, where there was some sort of wait staff behind, and it looked like some sort of repair shop. My husband was criticizing the quality of the merchandise, as I got off the cart and walked over to where he was. As I was talking to him- telling him that with that kind of attitude he was going to get bad service, the man behind the counter walked away from him and left the scene, and I heard a very low noise, which woke me up abruptly. I'm not sure if it was physical or part of the dream, but it was loud and sudden.

So I woke up.

[Korpo]

Hi, CF.

You already mentioned how your conversation with your late grandfather gave you an insight into his beliefs as compared to yours. In another scene you observed a "Victorian-looking" mansion from the back and saw how the priorities of the people that built it figured in how they arranged things. Obviously, your priorities are different, your attitude towards children is different and theirs seems "messed up".

This might be a demonstration of how holding certain priorities or beliefs in life leads to different arrangements. You got an in-sight (from the back of the house) how people arrange their lives, and so you understood a bit of their mindset, got an insight into them even if it seems odd to you.

Your "behind the scenes" look told you how alien these people seemed in comparison to yourself, maybe at an emotional level. While if you just "disagree" on a mental level, like with your grandfather, you are fine, you can deal with that just easy. Maybe you have a different level of tolerance towards these two kinds of dissonance.

You were also calling the conversation "cerebral", and there you are, on the quiet blue sea. This might denote a generally calm mind, a mental calm.

You already said the pedal/lever influenced the direction. I think pumping the pedal with your legs while asleep means that your un- or subconscious was guiding you. You switched feet and came back - a little strange by itself. Different sides of your body are associated with different brain hemispheres and different overall aspects. Maybe that's what the switch of feet meant.

The environment (the sea or river) you found yourself in was fluid. This denotes energy streams or currents, like for example the mental plane. Also, I guess a contact to a deceased relative or at least his world view would be more likely on the mental plane. You returned to something more solid - the land. This is a more coarse or less subtle environment, like the astral plane. The mental plane is about thought and perceived more in terms of energy than the astral plane is. Your return to the land led back to the mansion, where you reacted more from your emotional side, maybe a bit related to the astral. Emotional because we tend to have emotional ideas about what is good and bad for children, I guess.

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

Hi, CF. Hi Oliver.


You already mentioned how your conversation with your late grandfather gave you an insight into his beliefs as compared to yours. In another scene you observed a "Victorian-looking" mansion from the back and saw how the priorities of the people that built it figured in how they arranged things. Obviously, your priorities are different, your attitude towards children is different and theirs seems "messed up".
First, I want to clear up some things-
In the beginning of the dream we were in a party, and everything looked beautiful and grand. Then, in leaving the party part of it and seeing the back, it seemed very different than in the front. So it seems I was getting a glimpse of what was 'behind the scenes'. And it was also starkly different in that it was darker and shabbier.


This might be a demonstration of how holding certain priorities or beliefs in life leads to different arrangements. You got an in-sight (from the back of the house) how people arrange their lives, and so you understood a bit of their mindset, got an insight into them even if it seems odd to you. It seemed odd, not only in that the priorities seemed alien to me, but that in the idea that I thought I knew these people (who were my family, btw) but now I realized I really didn't.


Your "behind the scenes" look told you how alien these people seemed in comparison to yourself, maybe at an emotional level. While if you just "disagree" on a mental level, like with your grandfather, you are fine, you can deal with that just easy. Maybe you have a different level of tolerance towards these two kinds of dissonance. There is more to this, as my grandfather has appeared differently than in previous dreams (don't know if you remember reading about these). He was like a balm of peace to my troubled soul.


You were also calling the conversation "cerebral", and there you are, on the quiet blue sea. This might denote a generally calm mind, a mental calm. Also, I was dreaming-inside the dream- a completely different mindset than in normal dreams. Like the sub-subconscious was witnessing and thinking about what I saw, instead of just seeing.


You already said the pedal/lever influenced the direction. I think pumping the pedal with your legs while asleep means that your un- or subconscious was guiding you. You switched feet and came back - a little strange by itself. Different sides of your body are associated with different brain hemispheres and different overall aspects. Maybe that's what the switch of feet meant. That's a very interesting insight. I have to think about that a little more.


The environment (the sea or river) you found yourself in was fluid. This denotes energy streams or currents, like for example the mental plane. Also, I guess a contact to a deceased relative or at least his world view would be more likely on the mental plane. You returned to something more solid - the land. This is a more coarse or less subtle environment, like the astral plane. The mental plane is about thought and perceived more in terms of energy than the astral plane is. Your return to the land led back to the mansion, where you reacted more from your emotional side, maybe a bit related to the astral. Emotional because we tend to have emotional ideas about what is good and bad for children, I guess. That's possible, in many levels.

[Korpo]

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

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

[Alaskans]

This happened around three days ago- the same day Alaskans suggested an Astral meeting place, IIRC. I just remembered I hadn't jotted it down.
Yes? You called for mwah? :lol:
It's definatly not my place, though I agree that would have been really 8) .
Not really getting anything right now but lemme see.

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

Cool.. started coming together afterall. :)

[CFTraveler]

you were petaling with your right leg when you went out to the water? I'm almost sure of this.
Thank you Alaskans, you did help me see something I hadn't seen yet about this dream.

[LoneCrow]

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

[CFTraveler]

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


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

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

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

[CFTraveler]

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

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

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

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



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

[sono]

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

[CFTraveler]

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

[Korpo]

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

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

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

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

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

[sono]

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

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

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

[CFTraveler]

That IS very disturbing. . . did you find out whether the woman has been able to change after her death, & move to a more positive realm than where she seemed to be heading? No, it's too soon.


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


(What I wonder about is the fact that once she was declared a Saint, people would pray to her - how would a dark, lost being respond to prayers for help?) As Palehorse commented in another place, it could be an aspect of her that was rejected (by her saintlyhood) and seeks to reintegrate. I however, don't really know who she is.... but that's another post, whenever the next episode comes.

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

[Tutor]

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

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

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

"Ichabod"

for the true church is within

for the true home is within

for the true relationships are within

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

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

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


T

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

[CFTraveler]

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

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

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

"Ichabod"

for the true church is within

for the true home is within

for the true relationships are within

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

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

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


T My husband agrees with you- in his own words.

[Tutor]

:oops:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hello CFT's Husband,

T

[CFTraveler]

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

[CFTraveler]

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

[CFTraveler]

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

[CFTraveler]

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

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

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

ps. I had all kinds of projection sensations (including a fully awake vision when I first laid down) indicating that my clairvoyance seems better than it has been) but not so good in the morning- I couldn't see nuthin'.
:x

[Tutor]

maybe this is about masculine and feminine without vs feminine and masculine within. i say that because even as you saw photos they looked like cards as well.

[CFTraveler]

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

[CFTraveler]

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

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

[CFTraveler]

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

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.

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

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

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

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

Just some ideas.

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

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

[CFTraveler]

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

[CFTraveler]

Another morning nightmare. This was not a liminal experience, like yesterday's (http://forums.astraldynamics.com/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=1609&start=240#p128469)- this was a nightmare I kept going back to.
I was with a group of people in some sort of 'abandoned' base or field. (There were buildings). The group (maybe something like the scouts or a similar type of group) was leaving, and a small group of us stayed behind, and were on our way out. We stepped outside of the room and saw this gigantic airplane, which behaved like a stealth airplane, completely silent but huge. (as wide as the building). Then we immediately knew we had stumbled into some sort of secret operation and had 'seen too much'.
Almost immediately some military types came at us and made us go inside. I knew they were going to kill us, but they were talking to the other people with us as if they were going to get 'transported for debriefing'. I immediately took my son, told him to act retarded and I snuck out the back and decided to try to escape. We started to walk amongst some people too preoccupied to notice us, and I decided to get as near the exit as possible, while acting like I 'belonged' there.
I woke up, extremely upset, and did the usual 'early morning' things, (it was about 6:30 on a Sat morning) and went back to bed. Got back to the same dream, only this time we were back in the building, and we were assigned different rooms in the building. I noticed some rooms had 'gift-wrapped' sconces in front of the doors, and I realized it was 'their' way of marking who was to be killed. So I decided to rip up all the paper and get an empty room, wrap the sconce in that empty room and rig it so that it would lock when someone went in it. Then I started to escape.
Then I woke up the second time, and I got up.

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

[CFTraveler]

Another dream that may be precognitive

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

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

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

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

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Be well,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

The fact that it is a party denotes it is not a sombre occasion, at least not from the viewpoint of souls. I agree. The first party dream was when my mother told me she was 'going to go', and I was the only one there crying. This time the party was inside, but everyone but my aunt was dead. (That I know of).

[CFTraveler]

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

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

[Korpo]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Be well,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

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

[Beekeeper]

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

[Korpo]

:oops: :D

Oliver

[Tutor]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you are fully capable of this moment's request.

maybe so....

[CFTraveler]

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

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.

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


like a fish out of water
Completely unfamiliar with one's surroundings or activity (http://www.thefreedictionary.com/fish)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Be well,
Oliver

[Tutor]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[CFTraveler]

Thank you guys, for making sense of it.

[CFTraveler]

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

Maybe I watched too much Lost.

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Be well,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

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

[Korpo]

A pleasure. :D

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

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

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

[dreamosis]

So, a lot of snakes lately...

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

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

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

[CFTraveler]

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

[dreamosis]

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

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

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.

I don't know anything about "Dragonball," but the web is my friend:


When a Super Saiyan level is reached, the character's hair turns gold, their eyes turn emerald green, and their power level increases dramatically. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saiyan_%28Dragon_Ball%29#Super_Saiyan)

So, this is about a transformation. Goku is the protagonist of the series, so this is about the "main character." The background is your street and your home, so there is a direct relation to you. You discover your own connection with this process of transformation (and tell everyone about it). More accurately - the connection to your old self (former home). So, transformation from the old self to a new, enhanced self. You can actually see this from the perspective of your old self (kitchen window) as it happens.


Then I was 'there' and I was talking to my mom, and later I was talking to my dad and we talked about how they were both dead but because of the different times of their passing how they had not yet crossed paths.

Now this is validated by yourself having an experience which is not lucid but shows the potential of growing into this enhanced mode of being - keeping contact to the other side. If you were lucid here you might have already finished that transformation, but here you only see where it could take you, I guess.

All snakes are symbols for transformation due to shedding their skin, a long-standing rebirth and transformation archetype. You might be afraid of the many small changes and transformations you have to make (the pythons). Maybe it's a case of "once bitten, twice shy" here. You also see that there might be not only many small changes, but a bigger one (the anaconda).

The fact that the backyard is fenced and walled might show limitations in your growth that have to be overcome. As you see whether you can evade that you meet the big snake - the only way out is the way through. Alternatively it could mean that trying to evade small changes you will encounter a bigger challenge. The fence could mean that there is a clear limit to the amount of changes necessary, you can see it is a finite task.

An anaconda could also represent the fear of Kundalini, the big transformator. Anacondas are constricting snakes, they pose a real danger, though I can't say whether they do for a full-grown human, it doesn't seem so. Now there's a hint if there was one - who needs not be afraid of an anaconda? A full-grown human!

Your first association with the snake is bite (damaging experiences), but as you wake you realise that there is at least no venom (whatever the changes, you will "live").

Cheers,
Oliver

[selfknowing]

I'm not an experienced dream interpreter, though I love it, and love reading them. Just wanted to add that I immediately thought of kundalini and your ambivalence to accepting the "big K" when you saw the anaconda. Perhaps you're not ready for the full K *yet*.

[nikkirtw]

wow thats a pretty cool dream, thats what I'm hoping to learn to travel to beyond what I already know. When I have an OBE I can only go as far as to my front door, sometimes I run into "people" or "shadows" I can't really explain..but they are fuzzy looking, one time I got up close to one to investigate and their face became clear their eyes opened quickly and they smiled at me, it scared the crap out me to the point I flew right back into my body.. The shadows and fuzzy people never made contact until that one day..I know it sounds crazy..but when you do it do things get fuzzy or shackey, like everything around you is vibrating? And do you see the same things??

[CFTraveler]

Every trip is different- so I'd say that even though I have seen shadow entities, they're not all the same, they symbolize various things. I think there are some good threads in Astral Awareness about various kinds of experiences, I think.

[CFTraveler]

I did a bit of meditating last night and proposed to 'tap into the mental band', into the collective consciousness and drive home the idea that it is necessary for us as a species to set aside our greed and to clean up the crap we've done- but first to admit it to ourselves instead of wallowing in the self-denial, and then to move on to fixing it as much as we can.)
After the nightly routine I went on to have all kinds of disturbing nightmares, most of which I forgot. The last one had something to do with being on a train and not having control of the destination, and being forced to change in a 'community' sort of way. In it we were herded towards a different place in front of a dangerously busy interstate and thrown together with a bunch of people I wouldn't have hung out with in my life. I woke up with a bad feeling.
Now I don't know if this is a reflection of changes in my personal life, or if it's a reflection of collective fears as to what's happening in my country, or if it's a bunch of noise I picked up in the M-Band, if that's what I did- but there was a sense of powerlessness in it that was very disturbing.

[Tutor]

mental band...?

the collective consciousness is mental in its bottommost last reach, and it arriving first shall become last again.

but because we have become these mentally reactive beings we also from this m-being think consciousness is purely mental. well it is not, and because we think that it is this is why we in our mental arrive first, only to go through mental hell in the process of renewal wherein our emotional being as originator of life's impulses takes its first and foremost placement.

you might ask, then why is fear in this mental band. well, it isnt fear, it is thought constructs drawing enmass to to an impulse of natural fear arising from emotional being. like moths drawn to a street light, so many moths that the light becomes darkly obscured.

fear is friend, it is our instinctual right to sense fear. however, it is not our mental right to choke out the lighted impulse as if fear is bad, fear is enemy...etc.

thus, intuition arises, awakening the being to overiding the mental giant trapsing around extinguishing all lighted impulses of being, they arising emotionally then through the phsyical, then to the mental.

healing is just being. we dont have to mentalize the ♥♥♥♥ out of everything. the collective thoughts of folks are not the barometer of realistic pov. for it is in the emotional where the obstructed and thwarted yearnings impulsively create life. if they cant get through naturally in and of lighted being, then by god these yearnings will rise up in our face to face dark world.

the old saying is, you can run but you cant hide.

nothing is what we think it is, for everything is before we give to it a single thought.

the mental dominioning function is for balance with nature, to take the given environ/niche determinately toward no harm all the way around respective of all life in it.

by disallowing the natural order, our emotional/physical aspects become obstructed, and in that unantural state of imbalanced being we are undeniably self-destructive, because little thought is given toward physical and emotional health.

imagine the sun as an emotional source, alit and bursting without obstruction. this is what a star is. posing no harm whatsoever, as it is the very primary life source for everything thereafter its lighted emissions.

mercury is the first step toward informing the body, then venus as feminine agency, then earth as birth of life, then mars as masculine agency, then asteroid belt as massive raw material, then jupiter the reflection of the sun.

so we have this: sun>mercury>venus>earth<mars<asteroidbelt<jupiter, the proverbial big mac sammich...yummy.

now look at the feminine kundalini which rises from the opposite end of body origin as this lower to uppermost. jupiter>raw material>earth

and met in that is the masculine receptive agency falling as; sun>mercury>venus>earth

but, wait a minute there? yes, the masculine would fall through the primary feminine reach downward, and the feminine would rise through the primary masculine reach upward.

therefore earth is as if you were standing between two mirrors, where self-images are infinitely reproductive.

so, imagine the ultimate compression of IMAGE in a kundalini activation. this that would from nothing give rise to a star giving life to everything under the sun, as would nuclear fusion.

metaphorically this would be as a book closed tightly. and after the fact when being is fully ignited this would be the metaphoric opening of the book to its most openness where one image alone IS.

therefore, we are all, each, as these books tightly closed toward ignition/fusion that blows the covers open unto oneness of being.

this also is the analogous all seeing eye. the third eye awakening seeing only truth in the one law of love.

this of course never was not fully awakened, or we'd not be. but on the individualized human scale, each in and of all approaches that time when all books open, ready or not.

it is written that all people will know the truth, young and old, everyone in kind. truth is not an opinionated mental construct. truth is humanous as an open book.

i wish folks could intuitively gather themselves to see the supreme alchemy of what 'human' is.

but it is quite natural as we, these non-fiction books, compressed tightly closed, that fear scenarios and opinions run rampant.

so, dont let the mental giant in ya thwart the lil david in ya. no one can undo what is written. improv away, but rewriting the scripted theme is not an option, because the theme is about ALL and Oneness as the whole body of humanity, which by the way is alive and well as the very sun emoting our daily being, otherwise we'd not be.

if there is greed or any other negative ailing you, then consult paul/romans/7 and 8. god would give god's a reason to feel ( a splinter), otherwise self-reasoning would in and of limitation not occur within its unatural sterilizing agency to feel alive.

tim

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.


In it we were herded towards a different place in front of a dangerously busy interstate

I think the dangerously busy interstate is the M-Band. Interstates often connect big energy flows or energy streams, and I would say the M-Band is one.


The last one had something to do with being on a train and not having control of the destination, and being forced to change in a 'community' sort of way. [...] and thrown together with a bunch of people I wouldn't have hung out with in my life.

Incarnating on Earth can feel like having no direction over where your life is headed. Some aspects are set, and the soul has its plans for what you are here to accomplish. The goal is certainly change - as a single person and as a community.

Unfortunately this often means having to share the planet and interact with people we normally would not associate with. This includes the sociopaths that wreck the planet on purpose for their own short-term gain. So, the powerlessness might be about not being able to influence such people. Their strong wills usually make them impervious to outside influence. You cannot influence them through the mental band.

This can be only overcome by a community - but the community feels powerless. It feels unable as a community of beings to create limits that will decrease the harm done. Divide and conquer works just fine. Many people have intentions for building a better society, or are caring about at least one issue, but society itself is still set up in a way to favor the destroyers and discourage activism. This community wanting to see change might indeed feel powerless, and if you look at your country you would not be surprised that a big collective disappointment must have followed all these "Yes, we can!" slogans. The people made what they thought to be a radical change, but most things continue as they did, promises are broken. This is a feeling of political disempowerment, of disempowerment as a community.

Alternately the feeling of powerlessness could be a feeling of misalignment with the soul. As long as we're not aligned with the soul we feel like we have no control about where our life is heading (the train) and feel disempowered, not able to make changes (the feeling of disempowerment). The soul places us in an environment we might not necessarily like (the "community") with people we might not necessarily like (the people you would not chose to hang out with) in this busy, seemingly dangerous place (the planet in its present condition).

But you say why - there is a need for change. Transformation is what the soul wants. Learning. It's up to you if you feel this like a chore, a victim to it, or if you accept it. You can change how you feel about it and how it feels for you. If you have misgivings and resistance, it may indeed show up as a feeling of powerlessness, for example.

Then you may feel the call to change as forceful, putting yourself in opposition to it, and represent it to yourself in a night-marish way. The soul can feel alien at times and hard to understand, way too big to comprehend. It's certainly a force shaping our lives, and if we become too misaligned with some of its goals it might even start to feel like an outside force trying to control us - like government.

The ego builds resistance, and might start to represent this influence in pictures that suggest danger, influence, resistance, manipulation. The ego - for example the mental body and its belief aspect - influences the setup of every dream. The images that arrive in our brains have been filtered through our mental, emotional and etheric bodies, so issues in each can impact clarity. Mental body interference for example can portray the soul's motives as merely controlling and malicious, because the mental body/elemental likes to be in charge, it represents the part of us that often gets subdued in order to transcend it in many spiritual traditions.

Cheers,
Oliver

[Tutor]

awesome reply Korpo... :D

[Korpo]

Hey, thanks! :oops:

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

Lucidity issues-
So I start having this dream, and amazingly I am aware that I am dreaming. This wasn't a WILD, but it wasn't a dream in which I became lucid, I started out lucid and then lost it, slowly.
Here is an example of this 'weird lucidity' that isn't entirely lucid, which was talked about in another thread.
I am observing in the dream- as if I'm remote viewing in a dream, but have merged into the landscape. In other words, I am not participating-yet. I am seeing the scape flow before my eyes, and all of a sudden I see what looks like a rocket or a shuttle begin to break up and explode in space- then I say "oh, it's a dream, don't worry, nothing is going to happen" and it sort of disappears. Then, as I am interested in not losing the dream, I start to concentrate on the green color of the roof of one of the buildings that is flying past me, I see this bomb falling coming closer to me. I go like "nice try, I'm not afraid" and I 'make' it disappear by not acknowledging it's reality.
I continue to see the environment moving in front of me, and at some point it's as if I'm driving in a car looking at the environment. I have become part of the scape, and still have some sort of lucidity. But not as much as before. Now I am on another scape, and I am arguing with my mother. (Yes, my mother!) we are having the type of argument we had in life- where we would remember things that I did or said differently. She was saying I said something and I said something else. We went on for a while (I am wondering if she was in the car-image, or if this was a merge in-merge out situation- anyway, now I'm back observing the passing landscape, and now I'm walking to some sort of institutional building, or some sort of 'checkpoint'. I still am cynical about the environment (as if I feel I'm being tested) but my lucidity has waned- I am not convinced what I'm seeing is happening, but I feel there's some sort of other meaning and I am studying the situation closely. There are people in line to go somewhere that may be a food store. They are going through some sort of scanner that is set to detect some sort of disease or 'difference' in their bodies- some sort of condition.
Those who pass are allowed in (to buy food, I guess) and there are a few people in front of us. Who 'us' is I'm not sure- I think now I'm with a guide who is showing me this. I don't feel like I'm 'subject' to whatever is going on but I'm very interested in finding our what it is.
The people in front of me, at least one is detected as 'sick' or 'infected' or something. Then the people that are supposed to be restricting access start arguing with each other- one is convincing the other one to let them in, regardless of the detected results. I overhear some of the conversation "Remember that so and so and her sister tested positive two weeks ago but they are not sick and are feeling fine. Just because someone tests positive doesn't mean anything. Let's let them in." Finally the other one relents and they are let in. This makes me happy.
My 'dream' thinking goes like this "good- the infrastructure is falling apart- doubt has begun to creep into the enforcers. They are not going to stand much longer, because the people know that this is a lie, and even the people in charge of enforcement have begun to question." This is where I started to lose the dream, and I began to wake up.

Then I remembered we were supposed to dream for Oliver but I couldn't get my mojo back.

[Korpo]

Curses! Foiled again! :evil:

:lol:


and now I'm walking to some sort of institutional building, or some sort of 'checkpoint'.

What you describe in the last part looks a lot like a gatekeeper scenario.


I still am cynical about the environment (as if I feel I'm being tested) but my lucidity has waned- I am not convinced what I'm seeing is happening, but I feel there's some sort of other meaning and I am studying the situation closely.

If this is a gatekeeper scenario, then this is the hint that your inner senses are online, registering some valid information, but the judgement about the meaning of the situation is off:

What you see isn't what is really happening, the entire experience is symbolic - there are no gates or borders where you are. It's just a representation you chose for yourself.

There is indeed some other meaning - you are taking it too literal.

And it would help to pay more attention - but not to find a hidden motivation, but to take a look at the function of everything instead of taking the representation to literally.

So, your consciousness is actually full of clues, but your presentation is slightly off, spinning the information somewhat.


There are people in line to go somewhere that may be a food store. They are going through some sort of scanner that is set to detect some sort of disease or 'difference' in their bodies- some sort of condition.

How would a gatekeeper know you are ready or not for a certain zone? They look into your energy body. They quite literally look "through you" - like a scanner. There is no fooling them. They can see unseen things (like a disease).


Finally the other one relents and they are let in. This makes me happy.
My 'dream' thinking goes like this "good- the infrastructure is falling apart- doubt has begun to creep into the enforcers. They are not going to stand much longer, because the people know that this is a lie, and even the people in charge of enforcement have begun to question." This is where I started to lose the dream, and I began to wake up.

I think this is finally the point where your mind lapsed into its "favorite" interpretation of things. If this was really a gatekeeper scenario simulation, then this would represent the opposite of lucidity - hence returning to a non-lucid dream state. It's possible that your idea of what is happening distorted too much your actual perception of what was going on.

Many parts of this experience hint at a simulation. You're accompanied by someone. You have a lot of information - you don't think you're a subject. Your curiosity is at its peak. It's like you're in a very conducive state of mind. You know that it is not real.

Your mind now has everything in place to make a different decision about the situation. But you resort back to the streak of associating authority with negative connotations - like "enforcers."

Note how these people never do anything negative except denying someone access. So there's a lot of implicit beliefs coming to the surface here.

Cheers,
Oliver

[Korpo]

PS - I think what could be useful here is thinking about what could have been done differently. I think asking the person next to you about what was going on here would have been useful.

Cheers,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

I wake in the morning, go back to bed and resolve to dream for Oliver.

I'm in a jeep and a male is driving. We are going somewhere, and we end up stopping in a place full of wilderness and beauty. We get out of the jeep, and walk around, enjoying the beauty of nature when all of a sudden this really big alligator/crocodrile appears and I freak out. My friend starts to run and so do I. I encounter a rhino in front of me. It charges and I run away. At this point I see a lion also coming at me. In this moment I think we must have wandered into Busch Gardens, somehow. The situation looks hopeless, we're surrounded by wild animals which want to eat us (I think there was a bear somewhere in the mix also- or the bear resolved into a lion, I'm not sure now.
So I see that on the side of the area is a very tall wire (that looks electrified) fence with a house on the outskirts. I imagine that people must live right next to the preserve, and it must be safe on the other side. So, with no hope of being able to achieve it, I still run like hell and climb on the fence, and vault to the other side. I am amazed I made it. My friend has made it also and whips out a cellphone and calls for help. This makes me angry, we were safe already, and now we are getting chewed out by some sort of rangers for trespassing, and I kept telling them that it was not intentional, that we just ran into the place, not on purpose, which is true.

Now we go (I'm still angry at him for wimping out and asking for help) to a house where there are some people there, and there is what looks like a schoolmistress who gives me a bucket of decorative plastic pieces and markers and other crafty things, and points me and my friend (who is still with me on this other part of the dream) and tells us that we have to decorate these three chimneys (it's like a contest or test) each one of us has one chimney to decorate and we are supposed to reproduce a pattern "and it has to be perfect" because if you fail you have to pay for damaging the chimney (which is plastic) and keep at it until it's perfect. There are three chimneys, and there are two of us, and then I see there is a third person there, a little girl who has begun hers, and is really doing a horrible job with red marker. I see what she's trying to do, and I call the boss-lady and ask her for better supplies, and a picture of what we're supposed to do, and maybe some instructions, if she really thinks I'm going to touch the thing without instructions. Then the little girl that is working on the other fireplace gets into my bucket and mixes all the pieces. They are different types so it's easy to sort them out correctly, and I yell at the lady about her lack of control and organization regarding this event, which is supposed to be important.

I think the event was to be held in your honor, because the thought that this was for you was still under the current of the dream, but given your interpretation of the previous one, it was for me also, especially the 'testing' and 'boundary' thing.

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.

Again very interesting experiences.

In the second part of the dream is again the reference to this being a "test" - so this could be simulations, again.

In the one dream you expect to be chewed out by rangers when calling for help. This is very funny, because this is my expectation, too! I avoided a forest ranger in another dream when I could have asked for directions (something I very rarely do), and I avoided the preacher in a recent dream as well out of a distrustful attitude and not wanting to ask somebody for help (if it is a stranger). These are negative expectations and they shape our perceptions.

I mean, why would you get chewed out by the rangers? Do you know this? Similarly I just assumed something about "my" forest ranger and "my" preacher. This is also an interesting overlap of symbols.

So, you didn't want help in that scenario. Now another authority - and a schoolmistress is almost too archetypical to be true. ;) This is like a traumatic encounter from childhood that shapes our perceptions forever. Can you remember a situation like this at school that might have shaped you this way? I certainly remember at least one teacher who traumatised me badly and hurt my trust in authority.

But now your reaction is different - while in other dreams you try to undermine control or evade or subvert authorities, you now appeal to the authority to do its job. This is a conflict in underlying beliefs, I'd say. You expect the authority to do their job on the one hand, but you also want to challenge the authority at other times.

There's also perfectionism outpictured - you want a setup that guarantees optimal results.

I think we're in similar quandaries here, that's why it might relate to both of us.

1) There's the wish to be in control, self-sufficient, of not wanting or needing help.
2) There's the wish to be optimally supported and protected.
3) And there's the wish for perfection and that these thing should come easily to us.

After you escape the animals, you basically exhibit wish 1 - that's why you resent the rangers and the call for help. Being chewed out by the rangers would mean they have some sort of authority over you, which would also imply a degree of control, which you don't want. I also know similar situations in my life.

Your appeal to the schoolmistress expresses wish 2. But as we all remember this level of protection and guidance comes with a degree of control, something we all rebelled against at some time during our time in school.

You do not do the work "laid out" in front of you because you see that you can't have wish 3 here. Recently I've come up to some challenges where I have the same problem and was told so.

The question is if the situations presented here also present solutions to the problematic beliefs.

It's easy with the kid - it dives in and just tries to do something. The result is necessarily bad at the beginning. In this scenario the mark seems to be set very high, but what else can you do (except try to resist the whole scenario and the task itself)? Learning is "messy" (as opposed to the "organization" you ask for), so all you can do is try (and possibly again and again till you get it right).

With the animals you are reminded that you can always call in help.

Cheers,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

Thanks Oliver. When it comes to personalities, you've got me down pat.

[Korpo]

Thanks Oliver. When it comes to personalities, you've got me down pat.

That's a bit funny. To a certain degree I just look at the dream and what I know about myself. :)

Cheers,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

I went back home to take care of some business. I decide to go to where my grandmother used to live when I was growing up (my second home). I expect to see someone else living there, but when I get there I see my great-grandmother's sister. I am surprised because she didn't live there when I was growing up. She explains to me that her son lives there now, his name is Richard, Richard Kang. (IDK a Richard Kang) I ask Richard to go into his bedroom, which is the room that used to be my grandma's (and I used to sleep there when I stayed on the weekends) I walk in and the room looks architecturally the same, but the colors are different. Bright colors, carpet on the floor. I start walking around 'taking in' the times I spent there and noticing the difference. Then, I close the door and am surprised and overwhelmed to see a painting of my grandmother that had been turned into a poster and was lifesize hanging on the door. I see the poster and am overwhelmed with emotion- like being punched in the chest. I start to cry and wake up, to find myself making a keening noise and tears in my eyes.
It took a few minutes to get myself together before waking up, and this surprised me. I guess I have more work to do in this regard.

a few notes: Ramonita (the lady in the dream) passed away when I was 12. She was the oldest of around ten children, my great grandmother was the youngest. She did not live in that house but did live in the neighborhood. I never met any of her children that I know of, and the name Kang is not her last name. (Plus, if there was a Richard, he would be around the age of my grandmother, who passed away in her nineties).

[eyeoneblack]

I'd say that's the signpost of a true projection - you step into the scene. And you're right, you didn't embrace the situation and do what was the counselor function - explain that there is a new life for them but they must 'go there'. You have spent so much time and effort with thoughts of negative energies I think you have actually emboldened them (just a product of your work here). Your knee-jerk reaction was basically, "Go Away", but please remember you operate on a much higher plane than they and you deserve all the perks that go with that achievment.

Stand up. You are so tall to me, please be tall to yourself.

R

[Korpo]

Hey, E1B.

What are you referring to?

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

First night on Beek's experiment. Two dreams, one object of interest. The second dream is clearly mine, the first one isn't.

Dreamed something about Beek. moving to an apartment and getting ready for it. Cleaning house, etc.
As I awoke I saw what looked like a block of cheddar cheese.
Then I had another dream in which we had bought a vacation apt. with many amenities. We had been told the amenities (game room, sauna, some other party room) were split so that we had our private area. I went with A. to the sauna while he went to the game room. When I went to go get my clothes half of them were gone and I only had underwear and a t-shirt on, and I couldn't go to my apt. like that, so I sent him to get his dad. Then I saw some cleaning ladies walking away with my clothes. I yelled at them that those were my clothes, and they argued with me, saying that they found them 'discarded' and were going to throw them away. I argued with them (there was a glass barrier between us) and they maliciously took them away, leaving me stranded, half naked in this place that was supposed to be 'my private area'. Now I thought of going back to the apt., except that I didn't remember the number (only that it was in the second floor) and then a member of the HOA came in, and I told her what happened, and she said that the people that sold us the apt. lied to us, that the amenities area was common to all owners, and promised to look into my stolen clothes. I did show her who took them and what they were and that one of the articles was my son's jeans jacket, which had his name written inside. At this point I woke up, full of righteous indignation.

HOA= Home Owner's Association.

[CFTraveler]

Second night. Three dreams, one object. No, two objects.

Dream One: O. stayed the weekend and then went home, I found a spice box. I take this spice box and inspect it for something other than spices. I'm in a house and i can see my mom searching for me. I walk away from her and realize I'm missing an opportunity to see her, so I stop it. I put the box in the kitchen. There are two points of view in this one, first person, and also a panoramic view, (split awareness) when I can see the scene from the top as she walks around the room and I avoid her, like on a map, lit up. This double awareness only happens on the scene when she is walking around looking for me and i am hiding from her. Once I decide to see her it resolves to first person perspective again.
Object: A medium-sized box, about the color and size of a Whithman's Sampler (mustard yellow), maybe a bit smaller.
In between dreams, second object- Someone is baking a cake in the same environment as this dream. There is something about a section of the cake I want to eat. It is rectangular and darker than the rest of the cake. As the previous objects, it is rectangular and the color of food. This section is smaller than the other objects- kind of like a large brownie, and the cake is large, like a quarter-sheet cake.

Second dream. I am in a psychic fair or some such fantasy locale. I see a lot of supernatural-looking characters. The human looking ones are sorcerers or witches. Everyone has some sort of power there. I am approached by a man who offers me a ride to a place where he's going to show me something. We drive into some mattresses and somehow it causes the car to enter 'magically' through some other 'dislocated' entrance. Now we're in a shop that looks very beautiful- crystals, all kinds of statues, candles, magickal artifacts.
We walk outside, and some beings ask me to talk to them. They look like et's. One of them looks horrific, like he was made of hamburger. I am very intimidated by them. One asks me if he can touch my aura. I let him. Then he informs me that now it won't change. I ask him if it'll make my abilities better,a like OBE. He informs me that I have no
abilitiess, that I don't OBE. I am alarmed by this. The other one tells me to ignore him, he's just messing with me.
I go back into the shop, and see a white shoe I like, I buy it from the shopkeeper. She walks outside. When I go get the other shoe I can't find it. The people I am with (?) start going through all the shoes, paints, and other potions, and make a huge mess. I am focused on finding the right shoe. (the left one, actually). There is a giant pile and I can't find the other one. Now I can't even find the shoes I originally had on, and feel very nervous, afraid of authority because I know the shop ladies are very powerful and we've trashed the store. We are now going through paperwork and money. I refuse to touch the money, because I already paid and only want what's due to me- the shoes.
Then, when I'm having major anxiety the shop ladies come in and see the mess. I try to explain I was looking for the other shoe I bought. They are cool with me- they smile and
tell me to relax, no harm done. They find me a pair of shoes that are more beautiful than I originally picked- they are glass with the insides made of some sort of foamy substance that is very soft and comfy. I put them on and they fit. So I start to walk out of there and the lady stops me and wants to measure my light level or holiness level.
I put my hand on the thing and The candle lights up and fills the entire bottle/candle/lamp thing. They tell me that I have nothing to worry about-ever, that my 'holiness' levels are higher than the thing even has meters for, that according to them I am invulnerable.
I walk out and wake up to a star field. Then light comes into my sight and they fade out, and I wake.

[CFTraveler]

Forgot what I dreamed, but didn't get the impression of anything relevant. No object.

[CFTraveler]

One dream, two (or three) objects.
Complex dream, because sometimes I was in it and sometimes I was out of it. It was a summer camp situation, but extremely strict- like a fundie culty camp. We were not allowed to read anything that wasn't the bible and were expected to perform some sort of labor. Everything was regulated. Even paying the bills was strictly pre-regulated. There was
a conference about who was allowed to get paid. I think the predominant symbol was the credit card- it's shape. I was somewhat spying and leaving the scene and reintegrating with myself and then going back in. The bit with the credit card was when I was 'out'.
Symbols: Collapsible spoon (looked somewhat like a swiss army knife), credit card and a table.

[CFTraveler]

Curious dream, object was blocked on purpose.

A series of dreams, many forgotten. One about going back to work at my former job, and the confusion that I thought I was done with that dream. Not lucid but had the 'other place awareness'. I didn't quite know why I was there but there I was. Not lucid enough to question anyone else but the circumstances. Switched about dreams and ended in one in which I was in the "consciousness" of when I was younger, and reflected on why I was never picked to show off any of my talents, which made me abandon them. Never the one invited to play or sing or anything that would have stroked my ego. This insecure voice battled with my "older" voice showing how in later years I have succeeded in everything I have tried, and how I'm blessed in so many ways. Apparently I haven't resolved the hurt little girl in me, and she is causing self-esteem issues. Then I moved on to other dreams, and when I went into the hypnopompic state, I was not shown the image of the object, and was given instead a 'non disclosure agreement' which I refused adamantly. Then I woke up.

[CFTraveler]

Night six: 7/22/10 I was driving in front of some fast food restaurant. BK comes to mind. I wish for someone to bring me food. All of a sudden, out of 'nowhere' (or the restaurant) come four guys with bags, get in my car and start giving me food as if I had ordered it. I am shocked and amazed at how easy just wishing for this was- completely instant and effortless. The dream point of view changes and now I'm in the back seat opening the bags and eating (we're all eating, oned of them is driving.) I decide to pay them for this, after all they did the work I didn't, and bought the food, when I searched for my wallet and opened it. Found money, but was surprised to find it was play money.
Bill after bill I open and it all says 'funny money'. All the money I can find is funny money and now I'm wondering how I'm going to pay these guys with this fake money.
I woke up and realized the money was generally the same shape and size as the previous dream symbols- rectangular and stacked together, boxy. So I consider the dream symbol to
be the money. This is the only time the color has varied.

Update: My son just showed me a counterfeit bill he just got from a "friend" who owed him money- When I saw the fake five dollar bill it went *ding* in my head. So I'm
thinking my dream wasn't tuning into the symbol itself, but instead to what was going to happen (at least somewhat symbolically) later on in the day.

Night Seven: 7/23/10 I dreamed by best friend had died. I was back home and my other friends (who we used to hang with) were at the funeral. There were other scenes in the
college we all went to, and I walked around the campus with my friends, remininscing of our friend. I woke up disturbed. No symbol that I can think of.

[Beekeeper]

CF, shoes are a regular dream sign for me and I did get a pile of shoes in one of my dreams this week.

The experiment dream sign wasn't rectangular.

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.


They are cool with me- they smile and
tell me to relax, no harm done. They find me a pair of shoes that are more beautiful than I originally picked- they are glass with the insides made of some sort of foamy substance that is very soft and comfy. I put them on and they fit. So I start to walk out of there and the lady stops me and wants to measure my light level or holiness level.
I put my hand on the thing and The candle lights up and fills the entire bottle/candle/lamp thing. They tell me that I have nothing to worry about-ever, that my 'holiness' levels are higher than the thing even has meters for, that according to them I am invulnerable.

I think this dream had the purpose of countering negative expectations - contrasting a scenario that goes downhill (can't find the other shoe, can't find my own shoes, we trashed the store) with an unexpected reaction. There is no "punishment" - there is understanding, your needs are taken care of and you are told to relax and shown that you are perfectly safe.

It is at least possible that your own expectations caused this to almost turn into a "nightmare" - but somebody intervened for you. Yay for the support team! :)

Cheers,
Oliver

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.


I was driving in front of some fast food restaurant. BK comes to mind. I wish for someone to bring me food.

Okay, this is about nourishment and comfort (and convenience).


All of a sudden, out of 'nowhere' (or the restaurant) come four guys with bags, get in my car and start giving me food as if I had ordered it. I am shocked and amazed at how easy just wishing for this was- completely instant and effortless.

I'd say this is again about showing you that in nonphysical reality it can be completely easy. Needs are instantly fulfilled.


The dream point of view changes and now I'm in the back seat opening the bags and eating (we're all eating, oned of them is driving.)

That you're not the driver might be the clue is that these guys also want you to get comfortable with the situation. They "control" the outer aspects and "provide for you."


I decide to pay them for this, after all they did the work I didn't, and bought the food, when I searched for my wallet and opened it. Found money, but was surprised to find it was play money.
Bill after bill I open and it all says 'funny money'. All the money I can find is funny money and now I'm wondering how I'm going to pay these guys with this fake money.

Well, I think this is not only a premonition. I'd rather say what happened to your son is more like a synchronicity.

This is more like physical level thinking playing out - you gave me something, now I owe you. The idea of requiring payment is portrayed as "funny." Gratitude will do just fine.

Second trust-building dream within a week, I'd say.

Cheers,
Oliver

[Korpo]

About the dream with the clothes of the sauna.

I would say clothes in this context are "a degree of separation" - putting a layer on yourself that separates you from your surroundings. The sauna is about becoming comfortable with other than the usual degrees of separation from others. It also implies that this could be "cleansing for you." This all plays into the idea of separate identity symbolised as "privacy."

Now there is a challenging situation - you don't have to go all the way, but it is tested whether you can manage a lesser degree of separation (being half-clothed), but you perceive this as threatening to your identity. On one level you could think you took this challenge too literally, but on another level the emotions are just the same. You don't want that now.

The idea of "cleansing" is repeated in the "cleaning ladies." You think of them as malicious as you resent any manipulation of your identity. The HOA person might be there to assure that this dream does not give you the feeling of having been pushed around with nobody on your side, to alleviate the impact of how the whole story unfolded. Note how you did not have to get the person's attention - she came for you, she gave you assistance.

Cheers,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

Yay for the support team! :D
That is So True!

[CFTraveler]

I had a dreamstate lesson last night. I can't remember the dream itself, but the lesson had to do with a multitude of people creating different realities that are not congruent, and the notion of 'consensus reality' collapsing, and causing an unstable reality that cannot hold, and the elimination of a large group of people (possibly a split of realities in which a large percentage end up in a different universe than others and some ending up in others').
It was not a pleasnt lesson.

[CFTraveler]

First dream, M.M's house (recurring personal dream) no elements that deviated or symbols at all.
I find myself in MM's house, not as it looked like in life, but as it looked like in a previous dream, and it seemed a continuation of it. She was a teacher in this dream, but her personality was different (as in the second dream.) than in real life (she was a sweet old woman who comforted me when I was down).
I headed her off because I was late back in 'school' by offering to clean the house. She lit up and eased off, and I started cleaning the house, and woke up.

[CFTraveler]

One dream, possible symbol, not sure.
We were in some sort of settlement. I believe it was the moon, for some reason. A lot of it was underground, but not all. Oliver was there and was giving me a scroll or a map and I was looking at it. In some other part of the dream we found out 'they' were going to put a bomb in one of the underground portals and blow it up. Why, I don't know. I quickily tried to tell Oliver about this so he could warn everyone.
The end.

[CFTraveler]

Third night, no recall
Fourth night, some vague thing about fighting with my husband, feeling abandoned by him (not in RL)

Last night- my mom comes to me in dreams, I don't believe it's her, I question her and think it's some sort of other type of being masquerading as her. I wake up and decide to project, and the projection is going to the OBE journal.

I don't think I was properly 'connected' or 'lucid this week to participate, too many things going on both in my life and in my head to properly participate- too bad too, because the sasquatch thing was cool.

[CFTraveler]

I was in an apartment that sort of looks like my mother in law's apt. but the people there were different. There was a man and a woman, and I was friends with another girl and we were getting ready to go out. I was proud to be on time, unlike the other people, who were often late to everything.
As usual, I was ready first, and when we were ready to walk out I noticed I had two skirts on, so I went to the bathroom to take off the one that was beneath my 'official' skirt.
In the few seconds this took, the lady (mom figure) in this dream decided she wanted to change something or other, and I thought to myself "oh no, now we're going to be late as usual". As we waited for her to be ready, someone next to me (my friend?) was eating something messy. I wasn't eating because I was wearing this beautiful turquoise-aqua colored blouse that I loved. When we're ready to leave I look down at my chest and there is a huge stain on it- like greasy barbecue sauce- from what my friend was eating. I was mad- I wasn't eating and somehow it got on me.
So I go to the bathroom to get some laundry detergent to get the stain off, when things got a little weird- the 'dad' or 'husband' figure said that detergent wasn't going to take care of it, that I needed to dye it. And he gives me this hair dye that is either orange or brown color. I think how horrible this idea is- to dye something takes hours, and it's just going to ruin the beautiful blouse, when all it needs is cleaning.
So I start looking for the right soap in the bathroom, ignoring his commands (he got pushy) and then I woke up.
Oh, and I had a specific detergent in mind- Cheer detergent. (Which in real life, I don't use).

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.

"Cheer detergent," eh? ;) Compared to a dye a detergent is a minor change to the fabric. It seems like another degree of work (represented by your estimate of hours) is needed to accomplish something regarding the problem (stain), while you are trying to convince yourself that maybe "cheer"ing yourself up might be enough. A deeper-seated problem, maybe, requiring a definite amount of work and involvement and also some change (like change of color here). You might also not yet be okay with what you perceive as outcome of the changes suggested. Your desired outcome or outcome deemed appropriate vs. what you see as outcome of the suggestion.

Be well,
Oliver

[Beekeeper]

As we waited for her to be ready, someone next to me (my friend?) was eating something messy. I wasn't eating because I was wearing this beautiful turquoise-aqua colored blouse that I loved. When we're ready to leave I look down at my chest and there is a huge stain on it- like greasy barbecue sauce- from what my friend was eating. I was mad- I wasn't eating and somehow it got on me.

Seems like you need to get something off your chest, CF. This could be metaphor or it could reference something physical, so be careful with your health. (Perhaps you went to bed with indigestion). It seems that this originally wasn't something in which you were directly involved. When I get dreams like this, they are often advising about something coming up in a day or two of the dream.


So I go to the bathroom to get some laundry detergent to get the stain off, when things got a little weird- the 'dad' or 'husband' figure said that detergent wasn't going to take care of it, that I needed to dye it. And he gives me this hair dye that is either orange or brown color. I think how horrible this idea is- to dye something takes hours, and it's just going to ruin the beautiful blouse, when all it needs is cleaning.
So I start looking for the right soap in the bathroom, ignoring his commands (he got pushy) and then I woke up.
Oh, and I had a specific detergent in mind- Cheer detergent. (Which in real life, I don't use).

If there's a specific relationship issue, someone might be pushing you towards too extreme an action when the issue can be cleansed with a bit of cheer.

[CFTraveler]

viewtopic.php?f=19&t=21160&p=134236#p134236 (http://forums.astraldynamics.com/viewtopic.php?f=19&t=21160&p=134236#p134236)

I just remembered my dream from the night before last night (prob. my b-day) I dreamed I went shopping or started a new job. In the store I was told that my grandmother had pre-bought me four dresses, for my new job, and three out of the four fit me perfectly, only one didn't, and it was orange polka-dotted thing, but the ones that actually fit me were beautiful aqua blue and gold and bluish-violetish looking colors. (My favorite colors, lol). I was very happy trying them on.
There was more after that but it's kind of fuzzy, being that it was a couple of days ago.

[CFTraveler]

I was in my mom's house (the one she lived in) only I was living there with my grandmother, who had 'adopted' me. My room was where there used to be an office, and now it had been taken down and a side garden had been restored. My 'room' was a porch now, and it had no walls or roof, but it was my room. My grandmother was changed, a little younger, and less emotional and sweet than she had been in life. It was as if she was learning how to be a human again. I was trying to reconcile my memory of her as my grandmother and her new caretaking of me- she wasn't well practiced, and seemed to need help in learning how to do it.
At some point I woke a little and thought of this dream, and went back to sleep and back to this house, except that it was gutted on the inside, and new (beautiful flooring) had been put down. It looked like it was being renovated.
At this point my sister and her son walked in and we embraced, and she spoke to me, something about mom, and I woke up.
The dream was a sad dream, and I was feeling sick with grief the whole time throughout.

[CFTraveler]

Had a series of dreams involving steps being taken to solve problems, different scenarios with different problems and how to take care of them one at a time. I woke from this and thought about it's implications a bit, and went on to the next dream, something about different pools needing to be filled, and someone filling them by compartments on the inside making it impossible for people to swim in them. At some point the experience became incoherent and I woke up. Plus the cat had curled up with my leg and I was quite uncomfortable.
There was a feeling of 'unraveling', of 'detangling' and things becoming more clear and organized in the dream.
The theme in the first seemed to have to do with blood, physical threats and sex, the second with clear blue water.

[CFTraveler]

I had a restless night, what with back to school things popping up at the last minute.
Woke up in the middle of the night and had trouble going back to sleep. Finally went to sleep, and had a dream the content I have mostly forgotten- but the significant part stayed with me- My mom (and several others) were in a room with me, and I was talking to her about how I've seen her and thought it wasn't her, and I was explaining why I didn't think it was her before. Then I embraced her and she smiled, and I went into some other dream. I did not wake up from this dream so it's surprising that I do remember it at all.

[CFTraveler]

Aug 22 had forgotten to post
Dreamed about my mom and my grandma together. We were sitting in the 'white zone' (where there's nothing) and my grandma said she was going to give me two gifts, and my mom gave me advice about something. Then I woke up.

[CFTraveler]

I was hired by this firm that published some sort of magazine, I think I was supposed to be a reporter- My immediate woman boss called me and told me the 'big' boss wanted to talk to me, and I was intimidated because he had the reputation of being nasty and tough, although very good looking, in a JFK-ish way. So I walk in his office and he is bending over getting some sort of note he wanted to give me. Interestingly, he was wearing a woman's bathrobe over his clothes (suit), and it looked ridiculous- not a 'sexy' woman's robe, something with ruffles and little flowers- like a flannel granny pajama but in robe form.
I acted as if this was completely normal, and I was wearing a sweater over the clothes I was wearing. As he was looking for the paper I looked at the mirror that was in front of us (behind the couch) and I could see my reflection (it wasn't me, but was the same type) and I thought I looked good, and he got up and gave me the note after I make a small nervous joke, and it involved me being assigned to another country. Then I woke up (or rather I was woken up).

[eyeoneblack]

Just curious, CFT, but do you use a shielding technique of some sort? :|

[CFTraveler]

I do, but lately I've been in situations where I'm in contact with lots of people and I don't habitually shield when I go out- just protection for the household.
This experiencing reality as another person is not new for me, for whatever that's worth.

But why do you ask, do you see this particular dream as something to worry about?
In the dream I wasn't nervous, just a little confused about who I was supposed to be and what was supposed to happen- but the sight of this guy who obviously had a screw loose wasn't intimidating, I just wanted to continue the experience as long as possible, so I was being very careful of what to say anyway- a sort of 'half' lucidity, not so much about knowing it was a dream, but knowing this was one of these 'other' adventures in which I wanted to figure out what was supposed to happen, if this makes any sense.

[eyeoneblack]

No, about the shielding, it just occurred to me that if someone shields then that might make it more difficult for me to impress the dream image on them.

This is funny, I came here to your dream diary and started reading and copying off sections that dealt with the dream symbol then I came to a dream I had read before and realized I was reading dreams from early in the month :shock: :oops: .

There's something to be said about that, I posted the dream 'image' the 19th, but these images were easily from the week or more before - yet I can find references to the dream symbol in them.

I'm about ready to close this one, and we'll see. :mrgreen:

[CFTraveler]

Back in my grandfather's house, which was now ours. This time we were out in a field, working the farm. The part we were working on was out sustenance vegetable patch- we were planting a variety of vegetables, and they were coming into fruition. I could see maize (corn) growing. It was happy and satisfying work.
IRL my grandpa had a citrus farm- citrus and sugarcane, and he would lease some of the land to dairy farmers to pasture their cows. There was never a home vegetable patch, and we never worked it- the closest to this was when I was young and stayed there for vacation, and we would get up early to gather eggs for breakfast.

I routinely visit his house in dreamtime (it doesn't exist anymore, it was sold and subdivided years ago) but I had never 'worked the farm' until last night.
It was a happy and fulfilling dream, it made me happy.

ps. to Richard: No peacock, only vegetables. :D

[CFTraveler]

I was having some sort of 'alien abduction' dream. I am in a room that is not my room, a type of submarine, it's a rounded room with hatches- My father (who passed many years ago) is there, and I am telling him a story. I am recounting something that happened (that didn't really happen) when I was younger. I was telling him that when I used to work at my old-old job (real job, the rest is not true in this waking life) I used to work with Darryl Hall and John Oates in the electronics company that I used to work in. I was telling him how they used to play pranks on each other all the time, and how much fun we used to have at the job. (Didn't happen, I wasn't even a fan of their music).
Much time passed on this craft, (possibly weeks in dreamtime) and I was held in this place with others, and the submarine (craft) was rounded and had cabins around it, maybe four. In the middle room was a lab, where we ate and worked and talked about the work we were doing- at night each one retired to their bunks (private rooms) and at night (or when I was sleeping) a shadowy entity would come in and instruct me as to what I was supposed to do. In the morning I had vague memories of what I was to do, and the materials were there, and I would work on the project. Days went by with the same process, and I saw that I was close to being done with my project. I began to be afraid that once we were done with the project, they would kill us, because even though each one of us had only a part each, I was afraid that we "knew too much". I began to fear finishing, and tried to stay awake to see who came in through the hatches, and would they kill me? I struggled with staying awake, and started to lose it. Then as I began to fall asleep (but not to completely lose consciousness) a shadowy figure came in (I could see a silhouette, because it was dark) and it was very tall, with an elongated neck and the head was very long. This filled me with wonder and I waited for something to happen, but nothing happened, I got up the next day and was still there, and the other people were there, and then I woke up.

Later on I had a different dream, this time I was asked to open up some sort of store, and was given products to display, and there were various empty places. The area I was in looked 'brand new', green grass, open spaces and empty rooms, and there were a few people there, some who were supposed to work with me, others that were there to see or buy. I started doing what I naturally do, which is to start organizing what's there, and next door (or down the hall) there were two women who were related, and who were arguing. Apparently one of them had lost a relative and had to host the funeral, and she was asking the other (older) woman to host it in her apartment, and the older lady was saying "absolutely not"-
Then I woke up.

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.


I started doing what I naturally do, which is to start organizing what's there, and next door (or down the hall) there were two women who were related, and who were arguing. Apparently one of them had lost a relative and had to host the funeral, and she was asking the other (older) woman to host it in her apartment, and the older lady was saying "absolutely not"-
Then I woke up.

Maybe both aspects of you. Maybe related to your own loss, some aspects still hung up on that.

Cheers,
Oliver

[eyeoneblack]

Then as I began to fall asleep (but not to completely lose consciousness) a shadowy figure came in (I could see a silhouette, because it was dark) and it was very tall, with an elongated neck and the head was very long.


Was it the DREADED PEACOCK!!!

http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x38/eyeoneblack/Hermetics/001.jpg

:lol: Richard

[Korpo]

:lol:

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

No, I think it was something like a humanoid giraffe, but the head was teeny-tiny.
Were you around there, Beekeeper? :D

[Tutor]

in africa, the language of peace is called giraffe language. humanoid giraffe

http://www.pathiggins.net/giraffe.htm

[eyeoneblack]

No, I think it was something like a humanoid giraffe, but the head was teeny-tiny.

Whew! Glad it wasn't the peacock. :P :wink:

[CFTraveler]

I was having some sort of dream in which I was talking to many deceased people, people who passed years ago and I hadn't seen in dreams for a while, or ever. There was one particular person who I connected with, and we had a nice talk. It was apparent to me that I was preparing to leave this plane (dying) and was trying to resolve issues, but not with the living- with the 'long dead'.
I woke up to a hypnopomp, in which I was given an envelope, which was marked "Source". As I was going to open it someone woke me up. My hubby heard a sound in the back porch and was investigating, and it woke me. I tried to go back to sleep because I wanted to open the envelope and get my message, but I went into another dream, this time I was talking on the phone with a person who I no longer speak to. She was trying to act like my friend, and I was letting her talk to see what she wanted- giving her rope, so to speak. In the middle of the conversation I received another call, someone interrupted the call, and I told her about what this person was doing, and we had a laugh. Then something else happened in the dream (and for some reason it's fuzzy) which woke me up again.
And, that was it.
Ollie, I hope you're around.

[Korpo]

Hey, CF.

It would have been unusual if you actually managed to decode the letter right away. I think you still got the message at some level. Remember my "Adyashanti Tape" dream? Same thing.


It was apparent to me that I was preparing to leave this plane (dying) and was trying to resolve issues, but not with the living- with the 'long dead'.

Could be that this was just related to that plane - because if you wrapped things up here, as you noted, you would resolve issues with the living.

There might be a mediumistic component. All the encounters with your deceased relatives might prepare you to work with the dead. That might be why unknown people showed up.

Maybe the letter from the Source right after you "woke" might be a message that working with the dead might be part of your life purpose, a friendly reminder.

Also, imminent death in a dream can also express urgency - like in "things to do before I die."

And finally death, threat of death and similar things seem to be a common symbol in your dreams - like killers. I think this is a symbol for you not necessarily pointing towards actual death, but what you fear.

Cheers,
Oliver

[Korpo]

PS - a letter from Source. This reminds me of something Kurt wrote - hearing the call of Source to return to it. I think it's in "The Unanswered Question." So, if you get a letter from Source it could be a reminder to engage in activities that bring you closer to Source. Like life purpose.

"Returning to Source" does not mean dying, necessarily, even though in the in-between-lifetimes we experience being closer to Source all the time. But to get even closer to Source certain resistances have to be given up, and that is done by finding and fulfilling aspects of your purpose while alive.

Cheers,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

Another 'ancestor' dream. I go to my paternal grandparent's house, and explore it (empty) as it has happened before. What changes is that at the last room of the house there is some sort of gateway and I go through, and I see a young child (not my son, it may be my father as a child but I'm not sure) and I congregate with some people that are living in that part of the house. I have the impression my grandparents were in the 'second' area, my grandfather especially, and I investigated the area. Part of it was a house that could be converted into a large porch- sometimes it could be a dark house and then some of the outer walls would melt away and it would be a large porch-type outside house (my favorite).
At the end of the dream I lay there watching all sorts of hypnagogics that were pleasant to look at, although at the moment I can't remember what they were.
It was nice, except one part, where I saw a fish die, which made me very sad, making me think it's a signal from my subconscious telling me it's time to going back to vegetarian, at least, for a time.

[CFTraveler]

We were in some sort of tour that took you from house to house. It resembled one of those haunted towns like Tombstone, Arizona. Right at the time to load up to go to the next location, there was something in my shoe. I sat on a bench and took my shoe and sock off, and removed the rock. Then by the time it took me to put my shoes back on, (you know how in dreams it takes forever to do technical things like tie your shoelaces) the bus had gone and my hubby and son were on it. There were only two or three people left behind, and one of them told me that more buses were coming, that all of them were of the same tour, so the next one would go to the same location. So I sat back on the bench, angry that they left me behind (didn't they notice I wasn't in the bus?) and saw a sandwich (meatballs and some other kind of meat on it) and ate it- suddenly I was hungry and wolfed it down, and had the idea to phone my hubby to wait for me in the next location when I woke up.

[Neil Templar]

No, I think it was something like a humanoid giraffe, but the head was teeny-tiny.


that's strange. in meditation the other night, i was kinda finding myself 'being' different animals, as if i was able to feel like them. i went thru a number of animals, and stopped on giraffe. feeling the long head, and the weight of it at the end of my long neck... :shock:

i hadn't read this thread until now.

[Korpo]

Last night I was doing some experiments with an exercise - getting a better hang for it. I asked "What animal would my unlimited self be?" - "Giraffe" - "And my limited self?" - "Affe (ape)" ;)

So, is it "the dreaded giraffe" now or what? ;)

Oliver

[CFTraveler]

It's funny how sometimes you try to connect on purpose (like in the dream experiment we had been participating in) and then when you're not trying, this type of thing happens. :)

[Beekeeper]

No, I think it was something like a humanoid giraffe, but the head was teeny-tiny.
Were you around there, Beekeeper?


Not on the 8th, lovely. :lol:

Teeny tiny head makes me think of a scene from "Beetlejuice". :D

[Korpo]

CF,

spontaneously thought about your dream because I had something stuck in my sock. :)

So, there's "something stuck" you have "to get rid off" before you can "move on." In this case your family has moved on without you, so either you need to clear something out without your family (which could also represent your deceased relatives) or regarding your family.

The act of clearing out the rock might have been symbolic for the necessary energy transformation. The subsequent emotional reaction by taking the dream too literal might be a bit problematic, but that's how it is.

Since you're going places in a ghost town just like Tombstone, all of this could pertain to your work in the afterlife.

Cheers,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

Maybe- I have been communicating with my mom lately, and no one else is involved in this, that I know of.

[CFTraveler]

1-
I was driving my car somewhere, and I parked it in one of those underground parking garages. It is not my car, it was some sort of minivan or suv. I was looking at the back, and there was a special compartment that was sealed, some sort of high-pressure thing. When I went to get my car again, the back was open and there were some groceries in it, ketchup bottles and other things in it. I thought it was a weird place for my husband to put things in, but I ignored it and got in the car. My son was in the car with me. We drove around for a bit and then all of a sudden the inside of the car started to freeze, or clog up. We got out of the car and looked around. Ir occurred to me that putting the groceries in this compartment messed up the exhaust and caused some sort of problem. When we were going to go back in the car we saw that most of the interior was covered in ice, and there was something dangeours in the way it was growing. I quickly sent my son to call for help (elsewhere) and got into the car, and drove it away from places with people, and then got out of the car and threw myself on the ground as the car exploded.
Then I woke up, and later on had more dreams I don't remember. Then, the early before waking dream:
2-
I was at the place where I went to college, and it had grown immensely. There were new buildings amongst the older ones and the schools were in different places- biology was where the arts school used to be and it was very crowded.
I was walking along the campus quad with a group of people (some I remembered from my college days, and some I remembered from other college dreams, and some I don't remember at all- and we were going over our schedules. This was the first day and everyone had been there before, but were in their last years. I was the only one who had actually graduated and yet wanted to start all over, and was actually scheduled for classes I have already taken, unlike most of them.
I had picked one really interesting class amongst the ones I didn't care if I missed, but was trying to figure out where it was, and every time I went to a dept. I was familiar with, it turned out they had changed the location and it was now in a different building, which I didn't know about. I never remembered a first day being so confusing, in my previous (waking life) college years.
I kept looking for this class, and I didn't even know what time it was supposed to be, I just wanted to go to it, when someone in the group announced that the teacher of the coveted class had announced that since he was so popular and the class was overbooked, he would give a pop quiz the first day, and whoever flunked it or was late would be invited to leave.
So we started to go to the class in a hurry, and I tried to go into a building as a shortcut to the one where this teacher was, when all of a sudden I was stuck in some sort of zoo act, and my son was suddenly next to me. It was one of those acts you see in the zoo where they bring animals out up close and personal so you can pet them. Only here the animals were full grown lions.
I decided I didn't want my son to be in the presence of lions that were not restrained other than by handlers, and once or twice the lions roared in my face, very scary and loud. I took his hand and tried to get out of there and ended up in a different building/room with more lions. So I tried to get through by putting my body between him and the lions. These lions were actually tame and didn't attack or even roar, or anything. They were like kitty cats, and I think at some point they either turned into cats or we ended up in a room full of cats, I'm not sure.
Then I woke up, and that was it.
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[Korpo]

Hello, CF.


1-
I was driving my car somewhere, and I parked it in one of those underground parking garages. It is not my car, it was some sort of minivan or suv. I was looking at the back, and there was a special compartment that was sealed, some sort of high-pressure thing. When I went to get my car again, the back was open and there were some groceries in it, ketchup bottles and other things in it. I thought it was a weird place for my husband to put things in, but I ignored it and got in the car. My son was in the car with me. We drove around for a bit and then all of a sudden the inside of the car started to freeze, or clog up. We got out of the car and looked around. Ir occurred to me that putting the groceries in this compartment messed up the exhaust and caused some sort of problem. When we were going to go back in the car we saw that most of the interior was covered in ice, and there was something dangeours in the way it was growing. I quickly sent my son to call for help (elsewhere) and got into the car, and drove it away from places with people, and then got out of the car and threw myself on the ground as the car exploded.

Seems like there is a high pressure to catch up with things that were inaccessible before. To prevent an imminent explosion. This is related with the access to this new energy body - the mental body Kurt mentioned.

If I understand it right accessing higher energy bodies can exert a pressure to release issues from lower energy bodies. Maybe this is dramatized here as the car explosion.

Ice can be energetic blockage. It's symbolic for the opposite of "flow" - everything has frozen and become immobile.

Cheers,
Oliver

[Tutor]

going in circles is talking the talk/mimicry, where fear is blind to the gentled sight vs walking the walk which never looks back, is always free of circling simply because the eyes are set upon what they fearlessly love.

Surpass the Dream by stepping in to Life, as it is, Real. When the world is seen 'as it is', and not as one would have it be; then Life is at hand, otherwise life is but a withheld dream as the very splinter within causal of one's yearning ache...to be.

Be Free,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itDf4JIZni8

[Korpo]

Hey, CF.

Lots of goodies in the next one! :)


2-
I was at the place where I went to college, and it had grown immensely. There were new buildings amongst the older ones and the schools were in different places- biology was where the arts school used to be and it was very crowded.

This is possibly to symbolise your own growth - but I'd say the place you perceive is nonphysical.


I was walking along the campus quad with a group of people (some I remembered from my college days, and some I remembered from other college dreams, and some I don't remember at all- and we were going over our schedules. This was the first day and everyone had been there before, but were in their last years. I was the only one who had actually graduated and yet wanted to start all over, and was actually scheduled for classes I have already taken, unlike most of them.

This might denote that you mastered a set of lessons in your last incarnation, and now you are re-learning part of them in this life.


I had picked one really interesting class amongst the ones I didn't care if I missed, but was trying to figure out where it was, and every time I went to a dept. I was familiar with, it turned out they had changed the location and it was now in a different building, which I didn't know about. I never remembered a first day being so confusing, in my previous (waking life) college years.

This is probably the confusion of trying to bring past life memories in correlation with this life. While the underlying lessons haven't changed as such, the where, when and with whom has. A certain disorientation when compared with "what you already know" (but not from this life).


I kept looking for this class, and I didn't even know what time it was supposed to be, I just wanted to go to it, when someone in the group announced that the teacher of the coveted class had announced that since he was so popular and the class was overbooked, he would give a pop quiz the first day, and whoever flunked it or was late would be invited to leave.

That's maybe a fear to "miss out" symbolised in the dream. Not being there when it happens. Not getting the opportunity to do this. Maybe also something to instill a sense of urgency. Maybe also about the attitudes towards the challenges of learning - of maybe not being up to it or being treated unfairly.

I don't know about the rest of the dream.

Cheers,
Oliver

[Tutor]

Ice can be energetic blockage. It's symbolic for the opposite of "flow" - everything has frozen and become immobile.Oliver

Exactly Ollie. this is why our Earth sheds Her ice, ice which has long withheld our true awakened conscious awareness of Being. Water/Word returning to the Flow. Aquarius

[Korpo]

I'd rather say that's global warming. ;)

Oliver

[Tutor]

Korpo, say what you will it so to be, yet, what it is is what it is, regardless.

to CFT,

my heart prompts me to do an 'in addition to'.

fear is a righteous instinctive quality if left to it's rightful instinctive quantity that fits the moment. having instinctively feared, as it were, one often steps out of that moment passed, to carry a rightful fear forward and out of it's rightful moment. thus done, is fear magnified beyond it's right, therefore having become wrong, wrong for the one fearing and wrong for the one feared for. simply because, an overprotective air teaches the one feared for to fear, but not to fear in fear's own right, but to fear in that magnitude unbefitting the moment. one cannot presume to say beyond that, to point in judgement of another, yet one may say that love frees, and works to free what is enslaved in and of it's own fear's magnified.

I have been honored to have shared some few words of your personal story of birthing and Motherhood, and i cannot imagine a more perfecting Mother whom seeks out the truth within Herself, not for self alone, but selflessly that truth be passed to the next freed in it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUYGzZ0tQpA

i can say from personal experience, having myself been the overprotective parent. that when it is time, and the time unavoidably does arrive; that the separation's upheaval is equal to that which binds it together. in otherwords, if as the parent, there is magnified fear of overprotection, then the child in equal severity severs the bond. for they must, if they are to fly with freed wings.

the fruits of the tree and the waters of the spring must find balance, or to say that one's actions must find parity with one's thoughts. if then, one in their hearted thoughts wish for a child in their rightful flight of freedom to succeed, then the head's actions must by preparatory example engender this teaching of hearted thought. if the two, heart and head, are not of one united accord, then by example, we fail unto failure; as if to have set very freedom to fail, merely that one's wings have purpose in sheltering what has been taught not to succeed. when, it could be, could have been, two equals fearlessly flying side by side.

this i felt to add, but if i have missed the mark, please forgive.

tim

[CFTraveler]

When I woke up I was reminded of the story of Daniel and the Lions, and the detail that even though I was trying to protect my son from the lions I knew 'deep down' that he was really not in danger. Maybe that's why they turned into kitty cats. But you're right, I do worry, and I constantly battle myself to not be 'that helicopter mom'.
But I get what you're saying, there was some of that, there always is.

[Tutor]

I know you know, is why i said. You are that which freely from love love's to free. this, i know by experience, is hard to pull off irl with the most precious gift of our life, our child/children.

I wasn't herein preaching at you, as if you are not doing just that. i am merely responding from a heart having read your dream's symbolic reveal.

[CFTraveler]

Back in college.
This time I'm in the cafeteria, and I'm surrounded by the group of girlfriends from the previous dream. We're eating and talking about a variety of things. Then they leave and a guy comes in and sits with me, who is still hanging out. He starts showing me this novelty item we had all been messing with, some sort of plastic paper that folds in interesting ways and has some sort of puzzles and entertaining things to read in it. He starts to tell me about them. I have some sort of affinity with him, like we're from the same place. As we're talking, my husband comes in and sits with us, and we start looking at the plastic thingie, and I start telling him about it.
Then I woke up.

[CFTraveler]

Back at work.
Another version of the 'back to my old-old job' dream. In it I'm back with the same boss but new people in a new place. I'm walking along the place singing along to an 80's type rock song (available only in the NP) when the 'radio' faded out like some stations do and I 'remembered' the ending so I kept singing it to myself- it was a four-note melody that I kept singing to myself even after I woke up.
It was a very sleepy morning so I walked around in a semi-trance for a long time with the song postlude in my head, but for now it's faded, and I don't remember it anymore.

How I felt this morning:
http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/d43507e2-b597-4f27-aa83-d5f39b7a0a97.jpg

[eyeoneblack]

Love those kitty-pics. :D
Damn I'm a sucker for those critters. :shock: :?

I dream, all too often, of being back in the situation with my old oil-man boss in ultra modern and extravagant dreamscapes - back when I was 'earning' almost ludicrous wages and I was like the ♥♥♥♥-of-the-walk. :roll: Do these dreams come to taunt me, now in a much lowlier estate? Or should I see them as reassurance that I have not lost it all, but still have it all, though now in another reality?

Is there a particular happiness associated with your 'old old' job?

[CFTraveler]

Not necessarily- but it was a time where I was completely self-sufficient; I had a boss that had complete confidence in me, (imagine a woman running an electronics company full of male techs) to the point that when I left work to have my baby they kept my job open, and when it was apparent that I wasn't coming back (that's a more personal story) they sold off the part of the company I ran and retired- a boss that let me do whatever I decided was best for the company, and went fishing for weeks at a time leaving me in charge- this man gave me raises when I didn't ask for them, and always taught me to have self-confidence. It was the dream job, with flexible hours and a good insurance package.
The negatives were that I was in a place that had no public access like a store, I worked with the same people for almost twenty years (the same conversations day in and day out) and had no outside contact except with techs from other companies who called me on the phone to get tech support for the equipment they were working on.
So I could go weeks without having anything like an intelligent conversation with anyone, and it was literally soul-sucking.
So when it was time to go I wanted to go, although I'd miss the money and sense of self-sufficiency- if I miss anything about it is that- the ability to take care of finances without feeling like I owe someone something.
I do work ATM, but from home, which feels more like 'I'm helping out' instead of taking care of business-but that's my hangup.

[eyeoneblack]

Right and ditto to a degree. My boss/friend called me 'Genius' and entrusted his millions to my stewardship. He had complete confidence in me to the extent I always felt I couldn't do enough, or might fail. He would leave for days, even weeks at a time to languish on his yatch, and his business was in my hands. But I didn't fail, there was no provision for that, and sadly my intrepitude and the attractiveness of a beautiful secretary came between us.

These dreams that place me back in 'those days' are always bitter-sweet. :|

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.

The background you gave makes for some interesting context. New people at the old job. So, in the dream one of the main limitations is overcome. You remember the good feeling of having responsibility and self-sufficiency. So, it is to remind you of the good aspects.

Work is "life purpose." Back at your old work could mean that you reconnect either to an aspect of your growth that got neglected for quite a while (reference to the 80s) or that you connect to an aspect of your purpose that's even older than this lifetime - old work/new people. In the later case, same boss would mean continuity regarding guidance.

Cheers,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

I have gone to one of the houses in the neigborhood I grew up in. It's the house of one of the only two neighbors left- everyone else sold the houses and moved away (in real life).
I go into T's house, and when I come in there is a multitude of people that are in the living room- these are the survivors-(of what?) some of the people there are dead, but most are alive.
I come in and sit, and everyone is sharing. It's some sort of a support group. I sit and listen but don't participate (or at least I don't remember participating.)
I don't know what happened afterwards, I think it turned into some other dream.

[CFTraveler]

The night before last night I had a dream in which something happened, but it was accompanied by something I didn't want to hear (personal issues, won't explain). Then yesterday I found out that the first thing happened Saturday (the dream was Sunday night), and now I'm afraid that it's going to lead to the second thing, which is not horrible, just not pleasant.

[CFTraveler]

Last night, like a series of competitions/tasks- I went through what you could call a place that was carnivalesque in appearance, which had many booths, and each one had a task to complete. I cannot remember what all the tasks were, but at some point I finished all the tasks. In one of them someone encouraged me to cheat, but I didn't, because I understood that I wouldn't learn anything by cheating. I believe some of the activities involved weapons, but I am not sure what kind. At the end, there was a graduation ceremony, and there was a lot of mud in the area we were supposed to be in, an outdoorsy area. As we all got 'diplomas/keys', when I got mine some of my teeth started to fall off. No pain, and not all of them, but they were falling off. For some reason this didn't give me angst, like other times, because I knew I was either going to get new ones or replace the ones that fell out somehow.

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.

This has all the contents usually associated with an initiation experience - tests, graduation, even a slightly weird version of "replacing old with new."

The carnival is a hint that the booths are simulations - unreal, tests of skill, almost a game. This is followed by a graduation experience, and the mud might be a visual pun that your clarity/lucidity was a bit muddy during this whole experience.

The key represents unlocking of new abilities or unlocking of a new body. This could for example mark the stepping over from the astral to the mental body, as in establishing your consciousness firmly there. Notice any and all changes in the coming nights to see if this is the case.

They way you react to the loss of your teeth is awesome. It's a signal of faith in the process. You lose something but you are firm in your knowledge that you will also gain something, that the new will replace the old.

Cheers,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

In this dream I was in the house where my mother in law used to live. I was having a very long and convoluted chat with my father in law, who is deceased. It was long and complicated, and happened sometime in the middle of the night, before I projected.
I think it happened in between hearing people walking around the house and projecting.
I also "saw" something in the moonlight before going to sleep, that I can't describe. Don't know if this influenced me or not, but last night before going to my bedroom, I walked around the house in the dark (as I always do, I always think I haunt my house, lol) and the moon is almost full now- at least the gleam last night was very bright. I looked outside and could see a silvery figure in between two trees when I wasn't focused on it, but when I looked at it there was nothing. I stood there and 'played look-see' with it for a while, not knowing if it was a trick of the eyes with the way the moonlight was angled, or if it was my normal 'romantic' way of looking at things. Then I went to bed, and slept fitfully most of the night, getting up frequently to pee or drink water.

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.

I'm sure you saw someone. Because it reminds me so much of what I saw - though many years ago. 2006.

Cheers,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

Hello, CF.

I'm sure you saw someone. Because it reminds me so much of what I saw - though many years ago. 2006.

Cheers,
Oliver You're going to have to tell me about this one of these days.

[CFTraveler]

I was dreaming about being somewhere in the country with my dad. I was telling him that I wanted to go back and work the land, become a farmer. He was telling me that I should decorate the house beautifully with the farm profits. Then I woke up to a phone call (that was a wrong number). I tried to go back to the dream and ended up in my mother's house (the one she lived in while older). I was in one of the rooms that were converted to a garage and someone was telling me that they wanted to give me something. The smell of the place was so strong that it shocked me and woke me up a little. Then I went back in and was in another of the rooms, and was being hugged by someone. The love I felt from the hug was overpowering, and the smell of the place was very strong also. Shockingly so. I woke up after this one (just minutes ago).
The smell is something extraordinary. It's a house on the beach that has been mostly closed up for months. And I could smell it.

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.

Unless you truly have wishes to become a farmer, this could mean that you are "planting the seeds" for future growth. There's work to be done, but your dad tells you that you will benefit, and that the payoff of such work will be a self you will be more at home with.

The thing with the smell is amazing. Kudos! 8)

Cheers,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

There is some 'real life backstory' in regards to the farm, but the way it's put together and the time it's presented I think it has to do with something more symbolic. I'll pm you with the details and you tell me what you think.

[CFTraveler]

Last night's, or the night before's. Just remembered almost a day or two later.
I was at the beach, or at some sort of beach resort. I walked by the seashore, and noticed the whole shore was bordered with shallow pools of water along the shore, deeper than the edge. Behind the pools was the open ocean. In some of the pools there were people fishing, and in other pools there was nothing happening. In some of the pools there were fish, and they were having races, from one side of the pool to the other. They were having fun. :D In the open ocean part there were some people swimming.
I approached a building that seemed prominent (like a lifeguard shack, etc.) and talked to someone (male) who told me that before, when people were fishing, no one used to be allowed in the water, and vice-versa, but since "Jim" had taken control of the place, he had organized it so everyone could go in when they wanted, provided they used the correct areas.
It was approaching dusk and I wanted to go in the water, so I dipped a foot in one of the pools, and found the water to be warm, which surprised me, considering the time of the year (it's autumn here in the northern hemisphere). As usual, I woke up before jumping in.

[Beekeeper]

Cool vivid dream, CF. Jim sounds pretty decent! :wink:

All our extraterrestrial talk had me dreaming vividly too - UFOs galore and (because I'd watched PInk Floyd's The Wall again before bed) a gloriously vivid sky movie.

[CFTraveler]

I'm surprised I didn't have ET dreams, considering. :D

I had two dreams last night. ATM I recall the second one, may bring me to the first one.
I was walking to the library. On my way there I ran into an old acquaintance (not a friend). He started walking with me even though I'd have preferred he went someplace else. I went into the library and he stayed in, and started sparring with the people in it. I walked out. Then I ran into Oliver, who was also on his way to the library. I walked with him, and went we went in there, it was a free-for all, people fighting. I recall there was a soda machine on top of him (Oliver, you looked younger and very thin) and I remember pulling him out of the room by his feet, until we went outside. Then my brother W. walked in and started fighting in there. At this point I woke up and wondered what it was all about.

In the first dream, after some stuff I don't remember (had to do with my moving away on my own to a different place, and being some sort of spy), I was listening to what some people were saying and was supposed to tell someone the information I had learned. We were on a beach, and to talk to my 'contact' I had to go under water, because I knew we were being watched and listened to. I was angry at the lack of opportunity to be able to talk, but knew it had to be that way.

[Korpo]

Hey, CF.


I recall there was a soda machine on top of him (Oliver, you looked younger and very thin)

I would expect to be so - under a soda machine. :lol:

You're the second person in a week commenting on my slim energy body. No kidding!

Cheers,
Oliver

[CFTraveler]

We were out on a field and there was a hot tub. I was sitting in it outside and my husband was pouring hot water over my back. I realized that the tub was on a cliff and that the place that my feet were in had caved in and the water ran down the cliff. Although I was sitting on a ledge-rock, I decided it was too dangerous, and we moved to another part of the field/mountain.
Later on there was either another dream in the same scenario or a continuation of the dream, in which there was a serial killer killing women in the forest/mountains/fields and we were trying to somehow catch him.
I suspect the second part of the dream came from a TV show I was watching.

[Tutor]

yup, what one eats is what one also must digest. as my wife frantically stated the other night before we got in the bed, "I got chili bubbles... :cry: ". and i laughed at her because i had chili hot air baloons :twisted: .

was good chili though. :P

[CFTraveler]

Scenario to scenario- first, a farm/grandpa dream:
I am walking in what seems to be arid ground. All of a sudden many people tell me that the crops are in and the harvest is bountiful- they have eaten all they can and there is more. I comment that this is one of the good things about cultivation is that when crops come in, you have more than enough for yourself and can share with your neighbors. My husband and others are outside, and tell me the grapes are wonderful. I walk to the arbor where the grapes are and see an arch with many grape bunches hanging from them. I strain to reach them and get momentary vertigo, finally grab one and put it in my mouth. It tastes good and I walk back and look at what seemed arid just a moment ago. There are many grape bunches in the arbors, and the lentil trees are full of lentils. (They are not 'regular' lentils, but a cross between something called 'gandul' and a regular lentil. The gandul is a tropical lentil that grows in Puerto Rico and the Bahamas (and other islands, I'm sure). They're also called pigeon peas. Anyway, the trees in my dream didn't have the pods you would find the lentils in, but the lentils were growing directly from the bark of the tree, like wheat or oats on the stalk.
Then my grandfather is there standing besides me. He is happy that I had the crops come in. I tell him that I got my love for gardening from him, and thank him for giving me the love for growing things and having beautiful scapes. He hugs me and I hug him. I feel love.
I started to wake and wanted to go back into the dream. You could say that from now on I phased, because I remained lucid.
I'm in OP at the beach house. It mainly looks like it does now, but with one exception. There is one room with lavish appointments and a beautiful bathroom. I have never seen it before, it looks like a 'secret apartment'. I wonder if someone (other than my family) ever used it or owns it, even though it's inside my/our house. I walk in nervously, see it's empty, and then look back out to the rest of the house from the open doorway. From my line of sight I see where I am (from a first person point of view, looking outside at the other rooms) I see that I am actually where my grandmother's room used to be, only it has been replaced by this lavish apartment.
Now I walk outside and I see my mother outside in the porch, walking around. She looks younger than in life, but not as young as I saw her in my precog dream about her. She is happily walking outside, there are butterflies and flowers in the area, which are not exactly that way anymore. I know this is not going to last and at some point I am going to 'come back to reality'- I know that she is in a self-created fantasy and I wonder if she knows she is dead. I feel I must help her but I want to enjoy being with her. I know that there is a window of opportunity- helping her move on and lose contact with her, or stay with her and enjoy these moments that are so precious to me. I hang out with her and feel her love, and at some point decide the scene is about to end- so I approach her, hold her hands, which btw felt very solid and real, and feel this love coming from her, and I enjoy this moment of communion with her, and tell her something like "you do know that you are dead, don't you?" She smiles and starts to fly and become not so much transparent as light, and she floats away, and dissapears as she goes up. Then I am left standing in the porch, with the memory of the feeling of her hands in mine, and the love that was shared by us. Then I'm back on the farm.
I am back in the grounds I was standing on before (the house in the farm), and there are some neighbors sitting on the side of the house just talking. I walk towards the grove I was presently at. (The grape-filled archway that was a gateway to the farmland) and start to levitate. I am now about ten to fifteen feet off the ground and remembered when I used to have these abduction experiences in the past. I 'realized' that I was being tested, that whoever had made me come up was testing me for fear. I crossed my arms (mummy style) closed my eyes and began to affirm that I was not afraid, that this was not scary and I could not be harmed. After a few minutes, I was lowered back to the ground, where I felt triumphant. I looked at the men who were on the side of the house, to see if they had seen what happened. They appeared not to notice. I then walked to the grape archway, levitated a bit and grabbed a bunch of grapes. Then I woke up again, with the distinct feeling that the force that did this was someone I knew, who was trying to mess with me on purpose.
I thought about this for a while and began to phase again. I saw a variety of scenarios and people I knew. I was given names and circumstances, and once when I was contemplating some negative action on my part a female voice firmly said something like "are you serious"? I understood completely that I wasn't going to 'go there' and retreated from this thought, and went into the next scenario.

I am now not sure about the order of events- I think it was: farm, farm, OP house, OP house with mom, back at farm and levitation attempt. I think so because when I was being levitated I concentrated on the love I had felt from my grandfather and then I had the scene with my mom at the OP house. But am not sure. I think I actually got up and walked around between experiences but that just confuses everything even more.
This was in the middle of the night, and I slept after that a lot.

read nearly all of it :)

[CFTraveler]

read nearly all of it :) :shock: That's a lot of reading! :)

[Korpo]

Hello, CF.

This is indeed a bountiful harvest you're experiencing here! 8) Everything you know and all the training of your awareness over the years leads into this rich, detailed and above all understandable experience you could recall.

I think at the beginning your vibration wasn't quite up to what you needed for the next parts. When you stretched you experienced a moment of vertigo - I think this was an awareness shift that momentarily disoriented you. That you must have shifted up some is indicated also by the vagueness of the temporal order, indicating that you're trying to translate events "out of time" into a sequence that makes sense to yourself and cannot quite do it.

Outstanding clarity and lucidity, kudos! :D

Cheers,
Oliver