I am in this place that has mountains behind it. Treacherous impassable mountains. There is this large building and set of other buildings here. They set up at the root of the mountains. People here are wanting to escape now, they want out, but they can't get out. There seems to be trouble in the buildings so this is partially out of safety issues. I don't see any authority figures, though. No guards. But a kind of guard like authority like presence is here.
Sometimes I watch this first person, sometimes third person.
I see a glowing man I associate with myself from third-person. He is waking up to his true identity it seems. He is glowing. He comes to a chain link fence. He passes through it floating more than walking as if it was not there. He is like an angel on the inside.
I cannot explain how epic this dream felt and all the details.
***
I had other dreams. I have been for many days now. But when I awake they fly away from me. Many are important! I am going on missions, I am traveling I am traversing dimensions, I am learning things, I am learning about myself.
But when I awake they're gone. Even scant details or overviews are gone. This makes me sad.
***
I had another driving dream. I am driving around a maze of suburban streets. Sometimes it felt like exploring just for exploration's sake, sometimes it felt like I was lost and bothering these people as I drove by their houses, and sometimes felt as if I was looking for something and along the way maybe I could find other things or help others or something.
***
I am on a couch and I can hear a father interacting with his son on the other side of the wall (is a window there? But it would be an inside window.) I guess the child would be like 10 or younger. 5-10? Why am I (able to) eavesdrop(ing)? Sometimes I am uncomfortable doing this, sometimes i feel they are aware of my presence, but then I will also wonder how come they aren't.
But for the most part I know it's OK for me to be there, I'm supposed to be. I am doing my own things. Sometimes I am lying back on the couch playing or reading, sometimes I am talking out loud.
At least they sound like they have a good healthy relationship.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
1 - Hanging Out With The Guys ... Sometimes, 2 - Her Dream Guy Is Real, 3 - Helpers Tricked?
I also had this set of dreams at Sharri's house:
1 - Hanging Out With The Guys
I am around this group of guys. Maybe around 10 of them? All white I think. Sometimes I am with this group sometimes not, sometimes they are not aware of my presence. We eat, I hear their small talk, I go off to use the restroom once (it's a large maze, a multi-story building, but I seem to know my way). When I return they are not aware of my presence and are discussing plans. I feel like a spy now. This is important information so I record it and they can never know they are being heard. This is important. This research can lead to good because bad will be thwarted!
***
2 - Her Dream Guy Is Real
This is like a movie. I am watching this. There is this very pale young woman (late teens to mid 20's) with jet black hair. She is having this series of very lucid dreams of being with this guy. She can talk to him, she can express her feelings for him, she can cuddle with him.
MEANWHILE this man (30's maybe?) keeps having these weird experiences while awake. At first it's just vague feelings, then disembodied words, and so on. But now he is in a park under a tree reading when this woman appears to him! She says things as if they already know each other. Before he knows it she is putting her head in his lap, calmly lovingly cuddling with him. The guy is shocked and is at first numb with shock.
She thinks it is just another dream. Neither of them are yet aware that the other person is real.
When he finally leaps up out of shock, she wakes up suddenly.
3 - Helpers Tricked?
I keep having visions of an asteroid strike. I get a call and I am asked "How are your dreams lately?" I reply with the code phrase "I don't recall, all I know is that I woke with an upset tummy so I can't talk right now." The reply code phrase is "I can suggest something for that."
I check a box connected to the phone. This connection seems safe and genuine. So, I reply "OK, I'd like to hear." Now if their side is also clear I will be given specific instructions on when and where to meet. This is what happens.
I meet up with a conference table full of people. I had a long drive to get here -- for some reason they bother more with tracing plane trips and not car trips for such long drives from the home. I sit in between what seem to be the same two women from my Dreamzzz 3 nights ago but I can't be sure of this.
We discover that we have different parts of the message, so talking together we can figure out more facts and non-facts. We call this separating the wheat from chaff and then finalizing the tapestry. It's like having pieces from more than one jigsaw puzzle, figuring out which pieces we need and do not need, and then working on putting it together to get the complete picture.
We also find out it isn't going to hit here, which was a surprise. It will hit another planet (or dimension or reality plane, I am not sure). We do not usually worry about other places, but we discuss this and it is decided to do it this time. We decide to go ahead and try to help them. It turns out that one of us has a connection, a contact, to this other place. All we need to do is offer energy to help strengthen their connection.
The contact eventually comes back to us saying we can go there to help. So we finish our preparations and go. Some of us have developed ways to find a vortex, others can help make them available to our other senses like sight, another can safely tune it to act as a travel tunnel, and we have a final person to help us actually do the traveling. This last person is William Henry. Starfire Tor and Sharri Lorrain are also there, and many many others.
William Henry passes around special helmet hat things, cloaks, gloves, shoes, goggles, a special necklace and other accoutrement. We all put them on per his instructions. He also leads us in a special meditation to activate the clothes on the outside and our souls on the inside.
We find the vortex fix it in position and visibility and program it for our destination. Our contact communicates our arrival will be soon and gets a welcoming reply. So we walk on through and reach the other side. We are welcomed and shown our place to stay. We put our traveling clothes away, take a moment to rest and gather ourselves, and at the appointed time we go to the meeting room to meet with our hosts.
We are surprised they are military and political mainly with only one or two scientists, I am not even sure any citizens were there. They are not like our group: psientists, educated laymen, researchers and gifted people. Odd, but we decide to go ahead with our mission.
We tell them what we saw and know. An asteroid will soon strike their planet, but there is just enough time to do something about it. I don't know ... coming from the meeting I can't shake this unease I have about them. Like they are not taking us serious ... no, it's more like they are withholding things from us, I don't know .. something seems off.
We have to work fast to get this cataclysm to change. We have been talking to them and working with them for a while now so some time has passed. I still feel something is off. Suddenly I realize what it is.
I call the others together and I ask "Is it safe?" They go about with instruments and psychically and both check and create a temporary safe place to talk freely. You see we are not in our native area so we cannot have this last long. Once that is done I tell them my fears.
These people wish to hijack our work to make the object smaller and have it strike their enemies on the continent on the opposite side of the planet! This planet happens to have two continents exactly opposite each other.
This is disgusting and against all we are for. We still have a chance to do it so there is no strike but we cannot be sure of this. We look and see that if they are successful in hijacking our work there is no way this strike will not also affect them. They think they can do it with zero risk, but if they are wrong they are prepared to take that risk if it can decimate their enemy. They are in a cold war like state and their enemy has done all they have said they would in negotiations. But this side sees this as a great opportunity that cannot be defended against or blamed on them to knock out their enemies.
What are we going to do? This place is foreign to us. Are we strong enough to stop their plan, are we strong enough to get justice, are we strong enough to get back home? I wake up as we are still deciding our next move even as our protections will weaken in a few more minutes.
1 - Hanging Out With The Guys
I am around this group of guys. Maybe around 10 of them? All white I think. Sometimes I am with this group sometimes not, sometimes they are not aware of my presence. We eat, I hear their small talk, I go off to use the restroom once (it's a large maze, a multi-story building, but I seem to know my way). When I return they are not aware of my presence and are discussing plans. I feel like a spy now. This is important information so I record it and they can never know they are being heard. This is important. This research can lead to good because bad will be thwarted!
***
2 - Her Dream Guy Is Real
This is like a movie. I am watching this. There is this very pale young woman (late teens to mid 20's) with jet black hair. She is having this series of very lucid dreams of being with this guy. She can talk to him, she can express her feelings for him, she can cuddle with him.
MEANWHILE this man (30's maybe?) keeps having these weird experiences while awake. At first it's just vague feelings, then disembodied words, and so on. But now he is in a park under a tree reading when this woman appears to him! She says things as if they already know each other. Before he knows it she is putting her head in his lap, calmly lovingly cuddling with him. The guy is shocked and is at first numb with shock.
She thinks it is just another dream. Neither of them are yet aware that the other person is real.
When he finally leaps up out of shock, she wakes up suddenly.
3 - Helpers Tricked?
I keep having visions of an asteroid strike. I get a call and I am asked "How are your dreams lately?" I reply with the code phrase "I don't recall, all I know is that I woke with an upset tummy so I can't talk right now." The reply code phrase is "I can suggest something for that."
I check a box connected to the phone. This connection seems safe and genuine. So, I reply "OK, I'd like to hear." Now if their side is also clear I will be given specific instructions on when and where to meet. This is what happens.
I meet up with a conference table full of people. I had a long drive to get here -- for some reason they bother more with tracing plane trips and not car trips for such long drives from the home. I sit in between what seem to be the same two women from my Dreamzzz 3 nights ago but I can't be sure of this.
We discover that we have different parts of the message, so talking together we can figure out more facts and non-facts. We call this separating the wheat from chaff and then finalizing the tapestry. It's like having pieces from more than one jigsaw puzzle, figuring out which pieces we need and do not need, and then working on putting it together to get the complete picture.
We also find out it isn't going to hit here, which was a surprise. It will hit another planet (or dimension or reality plane, I am not sure). We do not usually worry about other places, but we discuss this and it is decided to do it this time. We decide to go ahead and try to help them. It turns out that one of us has a connection, a contact, to this other place. All we need to do is offer energy to help strengthen their connection.
The contact eventually comes back to us saying we can go there to help. So we finish our preparations and go. Some of us have developed ways to find a vortex, others can help make them available to our other senses like sight, another can safely tune it to act as a travel tunnel, and we have a final person to help us actually do the traveling. This last person is William Henry. Starfire Tor and Sharri Lorrain are also there, and many many others.
William Henry passes around special helmet hat things, cloaks, gloves, shoes, goggles, a special necklace and other accoutrement. We all put them on per his instructions. He also leads us in a special meditation to activate the clothes on the outside and our souls on the inside.
We find the vortex fix it in position and visibility and program it for our destination. Our contact communicates our arrival will be soon and gets a welcoming reply. So we walk on through and reach the other side. We are welcomed and shown our place to stay. We put our traveling clothes away, take a moment to rest and gather ourselves, and at the appointed time we go to the meeting room to meet with our hosts.
We are surprised they are military and political mainly with only one or two scientists, I am not even sure any citizens were there. They are not like our group: psientists, educated laymen, researchers and gifted people. Odd, but we decide to go ahead with our mission.
We tell them what we saw and know. An asteroid will soon strike their planet, but there is just enough time to do something about it. I don't know ... coming from the meeting I can't shake this unease I have about them. Like they are not taking us serious ... no, it's more like they are withholding things from us, I don't know .. something seems off.
We have to work fast to get this cataclysm to change. We have been talking to them and working with them for a while now so some time has passed. I still feel something is off. Suddenly I realize what it is.
I call the others together and I ask "Is it safe?" They go about with instruments and psychically and both check and create a temporary safe place to talk freely. You see we are not in our native area so we cannot have this last long. Once that is done I tell them my fears.
These people wish to hijack our work to make the object smaller and have it strike their enemies on the continent on the opposite side of the planet! This planet happens to have two continents exactly opposite each other.
This is disgusting and against all we are for. We still have a chance to do it so there is no strike but we cannot be sure of this. We look and see that if they are successful in hijacking our work there is no way this strike will not also affect them. They think they can do it with zero risk, but if they are wrong they are prepared to take that risk if it can decimate their enemy. They are in a cold war like state and their enemy has done all they have said they would in negotiations. But this side sees this as a great opportunity that cannot be defended against or blamed on them to knock out their enemies.
What are we going to do? This place is foreign to us. Are we strong enough to stop their plan, are we strong enough to get justice, are we strong enough to get back home? I wake up as we are still deciding our next move even as our protections will weaken in a few more minutes.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
1 - Searching for Artifacts, 2 - Naysayer Does Good 3 - Stuffy Hat Fight
I had these Dreamzzz staying with Sharri Lore~rain.
1 - "Searching for Artifacts"
I am with someone and we are looking for an artifact. In typing this I am reminded of the SYFY series "WAREHOUSE 13" but this reference was not strong in the dream. This other person is a short white female with long straight dark hair. I am helping this person who is in charge of the investigation. We trace the artifact to a residence. It is full of things but empty of people. There is a vortex here, but we need to do something different to find the object, so we leave to conduct research to refine this.
Later in the night I dream of this place again. A third person, female, has joined us. We stand in front of the house, clear our throats, and gently sing to it. It sounds like a combination of Celtic and Egyptian. I don't know how else to describe it. It is beautifully plaintive. I start out unsure I can sing and trying to recall the words, but as we go on all our voices fit together and the song just comes out of me.
We finish the song and bow our heads for a small count and walk into the house again. This time we go immediately to a darkened glass cube on a dark wooden stand. I feel that when we all touch the box it will open for us and we can retrieve the artifact. I feel a great sense of accomplishment and we all smile and laugh at each other, full of joy and promise.
***
2 - "Naysayer Does Good"
I am with a light haired woman a dark-haired woman. The women could be the same ones from the last dream but I'm not sure. We are closer to discovering something important so we are talking to each other out loud. We walk and talk. We end up at a place that was crowded ... or maybe it just has a long que. This one guy with a British accent overhears our conversation. He is being playful with what we are saying. Half interested, half teasing (aka dismissive). He says something, the three of us pause, and realize he has just given us the answer! The naysayer has done good. He even looks flummoxed by this. Somehow he knows what he has just done.
(note: could this be how we realized the answer to get into the house?)
3 - "Stuffy Hat Fight"
I am with a small group of people. We are in a house. One of the females has a large stuffed animal. It may be a gorilla, it's hard to recall clearly. We go about our business. Later I notice something different about the stuffed animal (aka stuffy). No one else seems to notice at first. Soon they realize that I am right. Yes, the stuffed animal DID have a white cowboy hat on it's head and it's now gone! At first we think it is a TimeShift or RealityShift, but then we go outside and I say "Then what's that!" and on to a guy actually wearing the stuffy's hat!
We try to get it back but he won't let us have it. He runs into a store. Some go in but a few of us search the next door store that faces the other one. It is empty and has no other exit, so we hurry over to the other store.
It seems because we weren't there with the others that they were out numbered, but now we outnumber them. We do not want to fight, we do all we can not to, but we have to so we do. I see two men sparring with what seem to be either children or small adults or perhaps anthropomorphic animals. They are not a part of the fight. Just a few seconds later this man is running at me forming a martial arts move but I am ready for him and I have a power move that is too quick for him. It knocks him down for the count, it didn't seem that we even touched each other.
Soon we are walking out with the hat.
1 - "Searching for Artifacts"
I am with someone and we are looking for an artifact. In typing this I am reminded of the SYFY series "WAREHOUSE 13" but this reference was not strong in the dream. This other person is a short white female with long straight dark hair. I am helping this person who is in charge of the investigation. We trace the artifact to a residence. It is full of things but empty of people. There is a vortex here, but we need to do something different to find the object, so we leave to conduct research to refine this.
Later in the night I dream of this place again. A third person, female, has joined us. We stand in front of the house, clear our throats, and gently sing to it. It sounds like a combination of Celtic and Egyptian. I don't know how else to describe it. It is beautifully plaintive. I start out unsure I can sing and trying to recall the words, but as we go on all our voices fit together and the song just comes out of me.
We finish the song and bow our heads for a small count and walk into the house again. This time we go immediately to a darkened glass cube on a dark wooden stand. I feel that when we all touch the box it will open for us and we can retrieve the artifact. I feel a great sense of accomplishment and we all smile and laugh at each other, full of joy and promise.
***
2 - "Naysayer Does Good"
I am with a light haired woman a dark-haired woman. The women could be the same ones from the last dream but I'm not sure. We are closer to discovering something important so we are talking to each other out loud. We walk and talk. We end up at a place that was crowded ... or maybe it just has a long que. This one guy with a British accent overhears our conversation. He is being playful with what we are saying. Half interested, half teasing (aka dismissive). He says something, the three of us pause, and realize he has just given us the answer! The naysayer has done good. He even looks flummoxed by this. Somehow he knows what he has just done.
(note: could this be how we realized the answer to get into the house?)
3 - "Stuffy Hat Fight"
I am with a small group of people. We are in a house. One of the females has a large stuffed animal. It may be a gorilla, it's hard to recall clearly. We go about our business. Later I notice something different about the stuffed animal (aka stuffy). No one else seems to notice at first. Soon they realize that I am right. Yes, the stuffed animal DID have a white cowboy hat on it's head and it's now gone! At first we think it is a TimeShift or RealityShift, but then we go outside and I say "Then what's that!" and on to a guy actually wearing the stuffy's hat!
We try to get it back but he won't let us have it. He runs into a store. Some go in but a few of us search the next door store that faces the other one. It is empty and has no other exit, so we hurry over to the other store.
It seems because we weren't there with the others that they were out numbered, but now we outnumber them. We do not want to fight, we do all we can not to, but we have to so we do. I see two men sparring with what seem to be either children or small adults or perhaps anthropomorphic animals. They are not a part of the fight. Just a few seconds later this man is running at me forming a martial arts move but I am ready for him and I have a power move that is too quick for him. It knocks him down for the count, it didn't seem that we even touched each other.
Soon we are walking out with the hat.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Rude Classroom
I keep going to this one class room. It could be college, feels more like college or after. This is s "roomy" place. Things well spaced out but not too far from each other. The teacher stood in front and had a kind of projection screen/whiteboard if he wanted to use. I attend this class more than once, three times I think. Well by the third time, I was getting tired of some of the people there. My contributions to the class, while imperfect, should not be getting such a response!
Why didn't the teacher/instructor ever say anything?
I tried to just keep it in, just do my contributions and keep going.
But I WAS UPSET. I WAS PISSED.
So, in the middle of class, I jumped up, and said a little speech about how rude and inconsiderate and bullying and MEAN these people were being. I was so mad that they did this and didn't care, thought it was OK to do and you can't reprimand them because they just shrug it off.
So, I went over to this one guy's desk and I rocked it back and forth telling him he is rude!
people are so annoying
I hate how they adversely affect me
I hate how I was negatively programmed
Why didn't the teacher/instructor ever say anything?
I tried to just keep it in, just do my contributions and keep going.
But I WAS UPSET. I WAS PISSED.
So, in the middle of class, I jumped up, and said a little speech about how rude and inconsiderate and bullying and MEAN these people were being. I was so mad that they did this and didn't care, thought it was OK to do and you can't reprimand them because they just shrug it off.
So, I went over to this one guy's desk and I rocked it back and forth telling him he is rude!
people are so annoying
I hate how they adversely affect me
I hate how I was negatively programmed
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
"That Weird Thing in the Sky" Party, Polly Wanna Black Olive?
Partinar's (Party + Seminar) Third Event "Sky Oddity"
This dream is very vivid, I feel I am there.
I am ... at some event. I don't know if it is school-related or what, but there are a lot of people here, active and young like me it seems. They seem to be mid-to late 20's to 30's. There are three different nights when special events would happen that I want to go to (to each one), and I do. You have to wait at a stop for a bus to pick you up at a certain time. I am most worried about the third/last date. I have the flier right there in plain sight, easy access, but I felt confused on the DAY, what day is it? Is the final event tonight or later? I just can not tell. It skips to me getting off the bus for the start of the third and last event I feel like I've been waiting for this event my entire life.
There are a LOT of people here, male and female. A lot of the males were getting rambunctious. There was a movie screen like thing there playing stuff and a smorgasbord of finger food. I am with this one female that is a friend and trying to help me scope out a date. She made a "ah?" sound of "look at that winner" and I did and I was like "wow". But two of her female friends came up to her and they all started talking so I was like "crap". They left and I go up to talk to her, we hit it off! We are leaving, when there is some kind of commotion and a crowd rushes outside, splitting us. I'm outside suddenly, and it seems to have calmed down, but I can't find her, OR the bus. Where are all the lights? I hear someone walking faster than me say "what was that all about?" I say what and she calls behind her "that weird thing in the sky", she has straight dark brown hair and seems sure of herself and matter-of-fact. Soon she is swallowed up in the crowd in front of me. I am in a group looking for a way to leave, maybe a car, wondering where they parked their cars. Then I come upon the bus and board it. When I sit down, I am able to breathe a sigh of relief. I sit between the girl from the party and the dark haired girl I just heard, and I smile and relax and wait for the bus to go to the next destination.
***
Polly Wanna Black Olive?
A man welcomes me to take a copy of a newspaper, but there is a bird on the stack. He tells me the eclectics parrot-like bird was OK. I am good with animals, even birds, so I talk to him as I reach gently for the paper, but he "snaps" at me! This is very surprising to me and the owner. He tries to calmly talk to the bird, to find out what is wrong.
The man tells me to try to take the paper, but I somehow know I am meant to ask what the bird wants something in return first. "What do you want in return, Echo?" The man never told me his name, but this name just came out of my mouth when I asked the question. Echo tells me what he wants, but in a different language (from English). The owner translates it as "black olives". So, I go on a quest for black olives.
And as soon as I step through the threshold the real world wakes me with my radio alarm.
This dream is very vivid, I feel I am there.
I am ... at some event. I don't know if it is school-related or what, but there are a lot of people here, active and young like me it seems. They seem to be mid-to late 20's to 30's. There are three different nights when special events would happen that I want to go to (to each one), and I do. You have to wait at a stop for a bus to pick you up at a certain time. I am most worried about the third/last date. I have the flier right there in plain sight, easy access, but I felt confused on the DAY, what day is it? Is the final event tonight or later? I just can not tell. It skips to me getting off the bus for the start of the third and last event I feel like I've been waiting for this event my entire life.
There are a LOT of people here, male and female. A lot of the males were getting rambunctious. There was a movie screen like thing there playing stuff and a smorgasbord of finger food. I am with this one female that is a friend and trying to help me scope out a date. She made a "ah?" sound of "look at that winner" and I did and I was like "wow". But two of her female friends came up to her and they all started talking so I was like "crap". They left and I go up to talk to her, we hit it off! We are leaving, when there is some kind of commotion and a crowd rushes outside, splitting us. I'm outside suddenly, and it seems to have calmed down, but I can't find her, OR the bus. Where are all the lights? I hear someone walking faster than me say "what was that all about?" I say what and she calls behind her "that weird thing in the sky", she has straight dark brown hair and seems sure of herself and matter-of-fact. Soon she is swallowed up in the crowd in front of me. I am in a group looking for a way to leave, maybe a car, wondering where they parked their cars. Then I come upon the bus and board it. When I sit down, I am able to breathe a sigh of relief. I sit between the girl from the party and the dark haired girl I just heard, and I smile and relax and wait for the bus to go to the next destination.
***
Polly Wanna Black Olive?
A man welcomes me to take a copy of a newspaper, but there is a bird on the stack. He tells me the eclectics parrot-like bird was OK. I am good with animals, even birds, so I talk to him as I reach gently for the paper, but he "snaps" at me! This is very surprising to me and the owner. He tries to calmly talk to the bird, to find out what is wrong.
The man tells me to try to take the paper, but I somehow know I am meant to ask what the bird wants something in return first. "What do you want in return, Echo?" The man never told me his name, but this name just came out of my mouth when I asked the question. Echo tells me what he wants, but in a different language (from English). The owner translates it as "black olives". So, I go on a quest for black olives.
And as soon as I step through the threshold the real world wakes me with my radio alarm.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Library of Destinies
I am with my family – Mom, Dad and brother. I walk through a living room to get to a far closet that is fairly spacious. I think it may have two doors to it, reaching the same room. Inside are a bunch of mainly young adult books.
I remember at work they are asking for children’s books (this is a fact in the waking world), and these seem to be in great condition! I wonder if they are too old for the intended targets.
I focus on a few of them. One seems to be ”featured”. It is very tall and wide, I cannot determine its thickness. It is the final book in a series.
I look for another series in this place. At first I think I am looking for “The Dark is Rising” series (fact in waking world) but I find another instead.
This series feels very familiar in the Dream World but upon waking I cannot place it. It starts out where fairly soon in the book, a wizard comes to a secluded village. He knows he has four potentials for a chosen one, but they must all participate in a test so he can be sure of which one is the true chosen one. Hs wants these four to go on a separate quest for him to find a super rare flower that only grows every 1,000 years. But the elder, who is also a father, is furious at the wizard. He has no time for silly games, this is the festival day that is used to celebrate the woman- and man -hood, and at the same time gather flowers that grow only every 100 years, which can in turn be used in the land for medicinal purposes not only to help the sick, but also as the one time when the village can get the most trade and coin. So he cannot spare even one young adult, let alone four, to this crazy old man’s reliance on a prophecy spoken so many generations before with no threat at all. The father gets very angry about it. The wizard is preparing himself to deal with this set back.
Something is wrong. So, I come out to see what it is. Something is very wrong and it is centering on my mother. She is very emotionally upset. My dad doesn’t know what to do and seems unable to get her to forget her problems; she will not listen to him any more. He later says to me incredulously and helplessly that he even saw her drawing a picture with her and her lover on a far away island.
Meanwhile, I had already sensed there was too much wrong here for me to fix or be able to deal with, so I was looking to leave.
I am in my room. Someone is helping me to pack and encouraging me to leave and helping me to decide things for myself. Someone older than me by a decade or more was giving me tips and stuff, very helpful. I was scared and unsure of what to do, but he was very helpful and at the same time did not feel manipulating like my father or an emotional train wreck like my mom. There was one item that was like a piece of clothing, but you could turn it inside out and it became a kind of duffle bag. I turned it both ways, ending with the bag version, and used that to pack.
It is near time for me to go to school or work (I forget which it is) and I want to sneak this packed bag into my car. Thank God I have a car, I think to myself. If anyone notices, they do not say anything … except my brother. He seems to realize I may be leaving and not returning home, he wonders if there is any way we could contact each other if we had to do so. I hesitate. I consider giving him code words and an alias name, and my cell phone number; but I am unsure if this is such a good idea. He seems to be under the power still of my father. I walk away from him but I do not think I gave him that information, but I could have.
Now I think I am back in the living room with the book closet, but it also seems like a different room. For one ting, there are rows and rows of bookshelves here. I find a female. She is gorgeous, kind, smart, like an angel! She says I need to sneak away now while my father is pre-occupied with trying to work out what to do with his wife breaking free of his control and making a scene in front of other people. I don’t know why, but I decide to step through (duck under) a bookshelf from one side to the other. It is like stepping through a portal! It is odd because at the same time the bookshelf teeters and topples over but ALSO topples but remains standing with no problems. I settle on the upright one and continue out of the room. This female has had me pack a few books and things in here that I am very excited about. As I leave the room, I turn and she is gone.
I panic. I am sad. I feel stupid for feeling desperate and let down. She did help me and that should be enough. I feel conflict. I wanted to impress her and I just wanted to be happy with her showing me things. I felt intimidated by her because she is so smart and psychic and able to see the truth better than I can. I need to settle down and concentrate on the tasks at hand. So I can get out of this place and free myself from oppression and then be able to gather my energies and use my gifts!
I wonder if she will be in the car, waiting for me?
I remember at work they are asking for children’s books (this is a fact in the waking world), and these seem to be in great condition! I wonder if they are too old for the intended targets.
I focus on a few of them. One seems to be ”featured”. It is very tall and wide, I cannot determine its thickness. It is the final book in a series.
I look for another series in this place. At first I think I am looking for “The Dark is Rising” series (fact in waking world) but I find another instead.
This series feels very familiar in the Dream World but upon waking I cannot place it. It starts out where fairly soon in the book, a wizard comes to a secluded village. He knows he has four potentials for a chosen one, but they must all participate in a test so he can be sure of which one is the true chosen one. Hs wants these four to go on a separate quest for him to find a super rare flower that only grows every 1,000 years. But the elder, who is also a father, is furious at the wizard. He has no time for silly games, this is the festival day that is used to celebrate the woman- and man -hood, and at the same time gather flowers that grow only every 100 years, which can in turn be used in the land for medicinal purposes not only to help the sick, but also as the one time when the village can get the most trade and coin. So he cannot spare even one young adult, let alone four, to this crazy old man’s reliance on a prophecy spoken so many generations before with no threat at all. The father gets very angry about it. The wizard is preparing himself to deal with this set back.
Something is wrong. So, I come out to see what it is. Something is very wrong and it is centering on my mother. She is very emotionally upset. My dad doesn’t know what to do and seems unable to get her to forget her problems; she will not listen to him any more. He later says to me incredulously and helplessly that he even saw her drawing a picture with her and her lover on a far away island.
Meanwhile, I had already sensed there was too much wrong here for me to fix or be able to deal with, so I was looking to leave.
I am in my room. Someone is helping me to pack and encouraging me to leave and helping me to decide things for myself. Someone older than me by a decade or more was giving me tips and stuff, very helpful. I was scared and unsure of what to do, but he was very helpful and at the same time did not feel manipulating like my father or an emotional train wreck like my mom. There was one item that was like a piece of clothing, but you could turn it inside out and it became a kind of duffle bag. I turned it both ways, ending with the bag version, and used that to pack.
It is near time for me to go to school or work (I forget which it is) and I want to sneak this packed bag into my car. Thank God I have a car, I think to myself. If anyone notices, they do not say anything … except my brother. He seems to realize I may be leaving and not returning home, he wonders if there is any way we could contact each other if we had to do so. I hesitate. I consider giving him code words and an alias name, and my cell phone number; but I am unsure if this is such a good idea. He seems to be under the power still of my father. I walk away from him but I do not think I gave him that information, but I could have.
Now I think I am back in the living room with the book closet, but it also seems like a different room. For one ting, there are rows and rows of bookshelves here. I find a female. She is gorgeous, kind, smart, like an angel! She says I need to sneak away now while my father is pre-occupied with trying to work out what to do with his wife breaking free of his control and making a scene in front of other people. I don’t know why, but I decide to step through (duck under) a bookshelf from one side to the other. It is like stepping through a portal! It is odd because at the same time the bookshelf teeters and topples over but ALSO topples but remains standing with no problems. I settle on the upright one and continue out of the room. This female has had me pack a few books and things in here that I am very excited about. As I leave the room, I turn and she is gone.
I panic. I am sad. I feel stupid for feeling desperate and let down. She did help me and that should be enough. I feel conflict. I wanted to impress her and I just wanted to be happy with her showing me things. I felt intimidated by her because she is so smart and psychic and able to see the truth better than I can. I need to settle down and concentrate on the tasks at hand. So I can get out of this place and free myself from oppression and then be able to gather my energies and use my gifts!
I wonder if she will be in the car, waiting for me?
Sunday, May 3, 2009
OBE of an Alternate Dad Life?
I am in bed. It is a luxurious large bed, but there is no canopy or anything.
The room itself seems white, but I don't sense many colors here. Like a glowing white.
Shining.
I am not ready to get out of bed yet.
I am ready for a woman's company, but no woman is here and no woman comes.
I seem to be handling this pretty well. My emotions and thoughts about this are there, but not overshadowing.
Someone like unto my Dad comes in. He says I have to get up now. I tell him I do not wish to I am not ready. I turn over away from him and pull the covers over my shoulder and close my eyes and let the negative emotions like frustration and anger dull out of me even when he is trying to exacerbate them. He storms off in a huff.
I settle back in bed semi-sleeping, wrapped in the luxury of the covers and the heavenly way the bed takes my body's weight. The sheets are so soft on my skin, the pillow the perfect balance between firmness and softness, and I have a dull almost non-existent smell that are so very calming and nice. I don't know what the smells are. There is light rose there for sure, but there are other smells too. Two others I feel.
Alone again, My readiness my randiness is out in the open, where is she? But no, I do not call for her or get too frustrated. She will come when she comes, I have waited this long I only need to wait a little longer. I take care of myself a little but, but only for the briefest of moments. Just adding to the luxury of the moment, just what feels good to add to this moment not in a sinful or hedonistic way but it just is.
Soon I drift back into a waking sleep, like a nap where you rest your eyes.
That is when someone comes in the door. A man-servent sent by my dad. Now he can't do it himself, he has to send a virtual slave of his. The man seems foreign, Latino-esque I guess? He is small, short, brown, has the briefest of a brushstroke of facial hair on his lip and a V shape of a soul patch. His hair is maybe 3-7 days growth from bald it's so short.
He is doing as he has been told. Coming to tell me I need to get up. It's policy. It's embarrassing and wrong for me to be still in bed. There are things that need to be done.
It is when he comes in that I almost have a feeling of place. I get the sense of "boat". But I feel no movement and so no other sense of this. It seems a large boat, so a cruise liner or a large yacht?
I tell him I do not have to do what my father says. He starts to protest. But I tell him he does not have to do what my father says either. He stops, goes quiet. Leaves teh room. He seems unsure. But I know he will not be back, he won't be browbeaten by my dad to come back and try again, so that is good.
The dream ends sometime after I go back to bed. Letting go of anxiety of not doing as my father wishes, accepting the sweet luxury of lying in bed as long as I wish not from defiance but because I feel like it, drifting off to a quiet restful sleep.
The room itself seems white, but I don't sense many colors here. Like a glowing white.
Shining.
I am not ready to get out of bed yet.
I am ready for a woman's company, but no woman is here and no woman comes.
I seem to be handling this pretty well. My emotions and thoughts about this are there, but not overshadowing.
Someone like unto my Dad comes in. He says I have to get up now. I tell him I do not wish to I am not ready. I turn over away from him and pull the covers over my shoulder and close my eyes and let the negative emotions like frustration and anger dull out of me even when he is trying to exacerbate them. He storms off in a huff.
I settle back in bed semi-sleeping, wrapped in the luxury of the covers and the heavenly way the bed takes my body's weight. The sheets are so soft on my skin, the pillow the perfect balance between firmness and softness, and I have a dull almost non-existent smell that are so very calming and nice. I don't know what the smells are. There is light rose there for sure, but there are other smells too. Two others I feel.
Alone again, My readiness my randiness is out in the open, where is she? But no, I do not call for her or get too frustrated. She will come when she comes, I have waited this long I only need to wait a little longer. I take care of myself a little but, but only for the briefest of moments. Just adding to the luxury of the moment, just what feels good to add to this moment not in a sinful or hedonistic way but it just is.
Soon I drift back into a waking sleep, like a nap where you rest your eyes.
That is when someone comes in the door. A man-servent sent by my dad. Now he can't do it himself, he has to send a virtual slave of his. The man seems foreign, Latino-esque I guess? He is small, short, brown, has the briefest of a brushstroke of facial hair on his lip and a V shape of a soul patch. His hair is maybe 3-7 days growth from bald it's so short.
He is doing as he has been told. Coming to tell me I need to get up. It's policy. It's embarrassing and wrong for me to be still in bed. There are things that need to be done.
It is when he comes in that I almost have a feeling of place. I get the sense of "boat". But I feel no movement and so no other sense of this. It seems a large boat, so a cruise liner or a large yacht?
I tell him I do not have to do what my father says. He starts to protest. But I tell him he does not have to do what my father says either. He stops, goes quiet. Leaves teh room. He seems unsure. But I know he will not be back, he won't be browbeaten by my dad to come back and try again, so that is good.
The dream ends sometime after I go back to bed. Letting go of anxiety of not doing as my father wishes, accepting the sweet luxury of lying in bed as long as I wish not from defiance but because I feel like it, drifting off to a quiet restful sleep.
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