Here We Go Again With the Weirdness
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.
My Dream From Last Night.
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.
Excerpt from my dream journal- opinions wanted
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.
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Not Sure- Church Dreams/Experiences
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.
Superduck-Split from Knitting Geese
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.
Dream interpretation please?
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.
Re: Dream interpretation please?
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?
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It does, thank you. I guess I'll take a look at the symbolism of Lakshmi.
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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.
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Fascinating. Sounds even more personal though.
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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.
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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.
Reading a Book in an Alternate Universe. ^-^
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.
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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.
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are we talking about a book that you read only somewhere in dreamstate?
Yep.
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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.
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Btw, do you remember what the book was about?
No, but the author was female. And I think it was a novel.
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Im curious & nosious
What's nosious?
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Nosy like Pinocchio :D Its a bran new word, feel free to use it constantly.
