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Post by god on Jun 22, 2011 10:36:26 GMT -6
Impersonators? I rather think we're all a 'chip off the old block' so to speak...we're all a bit of God. Actually the one I carried on conversation with was enjoyable..un-bigoted..tolerant and very gracious. If my day happened to be occurring with too many a twist...he always had ways of helping me untwist it I think he was an older gentleman..he just 'felt' close to home. Well after all..how can anyone possibly prove it's not the real deal they're talking to? Sort of like proving or disproving visits by little gray men. Ahhh and by the way...such a gorgeous day it is Jo; I'm impressed. I can trully say that you are very close to the TRUTH....It is a gorgeous day, indeed!!! GOD
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2011 13:55:06 GMT -6
Every day is glorious to someone
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Post by paulette on Aug 11, 2011 9:33:58 GMT -6
An intense dream today/this am. First a flash of a sick child in a bed. Something about no one knows what is wrong. Second chapter: I decide to accompany a friend and her friend to an event during our lunch break. This woman is a co-worker and represents extreme logic and level-headedness as well as playfulness (we have exited work to go get a milkshake). They took me to a church service that was, I would say, fundamentalist although I've never attended such an event. There was talking from the pulpit and sitting in the pews and at that time someone scattered some dead crows around. The statement that I remembered on awakening was, "Only twenty percent of people die. If we pray no true believer dies."
I immediately wanted out of that place but was put in a circle of people with a workbook and again there were dead crows and I made the statement, "Mortality is 100%". I looked for my friends - they weren't present. The workbook I had said VISITOR and had various names in it. I wanted to keep that page to check out later if any had survived and what they thought was going on. Incidentally I had signed in with my maiden name (which I do not use). I was aware that I was under intense scrutiny. The people in the room were well-dressed and healthy looking and if they weren't where we were, would have been people one wanted to talk to. Instead, I felt a dread. They were all leaning in and minutely encouraging and watching me. A sorta we know you know ambience.
On awakening I had an emotional hang-over of dread. In surveying the dream - as I got up and showered, I thought that the crows had died of West Nile virus. I thought that the "church-goers" were ridding themselves of anyone in the congregation that was susceptible so that they would be the survivors. Prayer or not. The whole thing felt sinister and one last detail: my son was there and wouldn't look at me.
In real life, I know but he doesn't realize that I know, that he joined the Russian Mennonite Brotherhood to please his to-be wife whose parents have attended for decades and she all her life. They were evasive about why they have to have a particular person officiate at their wedding. There also was a posting (by her) that after their engagement (and they've lived together for 5 years) that they took a vow of purity. This is so outside of how I view spirituality that I'm not suprised (although disappointed) that this topic would not be brought up by my adult son. I do feel like I'm "losing him" to her family and way of life (urbanites) and yes religion. I read her blog to find out what is going on with them as I get no information. They wanted pictures going back of my wedding and my parents wedding and neither of us formal events and there are no pictures. My husband and I went back out fishing the same day - no honeymoon just lets get it done before the second baby comes. My parents went to Cuba and married (perhaps on the shady side as Mom had been married - maybe not legally unmarried?) Anyway wife-to-be was horrified.
Watch for dead crows and walk well away from them. Don't believe that even though you teach your children your ethics that they won't walk a different path.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2011 14:27:16 GMT -6
~nods at paulette~ My parents raised us to be Agnostic. My sister was "pagan" for years and years and years. She's 27 now and has been "pagan" since she was 19... However... recently... within this past year she has converted to become a Mormon. After worshiping trees and animals and believing in fairies and dancing naked around campfires with her husband who is wearing deer-horns... she is now a Mormon along with her husband. I don't know why, but this amuses me to no end. Some people blindly follow the religion and beliefs of their parents without question. Others want to rebel against it as much as they possibly can. Paulette, this is not the first time a young red-blooded American boy has been swayed by a young woman (Think Romeo and Juliet...). Nor will it be the last time. It's hard when it's your own kids though... ~hugs~
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Post by paulette on Sept 24, 2011 20:32:13 GMT -6
Another night, another dream... This one is one of those dreams that I am SURE I have dreamed many times before. But I don't know - is that a real memory or part of the dream? I would say I have been going to this particular location - or variation of it a lot recently. Here's the humor of it - its a garage. A commercial garage. I go because my van (which I loved but sold 5 years ago) isn't running and needs work. I have to trust that the folks at the garage will help me.
Another level - I am DRAWN to go to the garage. In truth, I don't like garages. I don't understand most of what is going on and the grease and fumes and such are troubling. I ADMIRE mechanics. Don't tell my current mechanic but I love him. Because he keeps me safe and fixes my car. And I can trust him not to inflate the price or replace things that don't need replacing. He is a fundamentalist Christian and I am careful not to make any flippant remarks or inadvertantly swear. But overall I don't like garages.
The garage in my dream is not like any garage I've been in in my life. There is a living area (and sometimes many rooms) over the bays where the cars are put on the hoists and worked on. There is large area outside that is fenced in and I know I can't enter without being invited because something bad will happen. I just know this.
The most recent garage dream - I had a van that stopped running and needed help. I immediately realized that there was something off about this set-up. I was perceiving something I wasn't supposed to notice. Worse, "they" immediate knew this and also knew that I know that as well. I felt like I was in a very dicey situation and was continuing to try to act as if nothing was going on. Nothing was HAPPENING - eg my van didn't sprout wings or the garage didn't take off with me in it. But there was a lot under the surface stuff.
A mechanic asked me to come see something under my van. It was on the hoist. I immediately got the feeling that if I went under it - it would drop on me, I'd be dead and no longer a problem. (I'm actually surprised that if there are hostile ETs that they don't do this more often than is reported.) The man I was in contact with I was intensely vibrating to/with. He reminded me of a pale young man that I had had a crush on 45 years old in high school. Emmord. (It was not to be then or ever.)
But this mechanic was not young nor was I and I finally decided that I had nothing to lose. So I explained to him that I was terrified that the plan was to kill me under a collapsed hoist and that my greatest fear was not dying but that I wouldn't die but rather be crushed and suffering and everyone would leave me there. He was not surprised to hear this, which made me feel that that HAD BEEN the plan. A little accident in a small town somewhere...
I then told him that if he had been ordered to kill me or had to for whatever reason that I wanted him to look me in the eye and do it as one conscious being to another. He looked very sad then.
Of course, then I woke up. Didn't get to find out what his next move was.
Why I think this dream is about UFO contact memories: 1. In thinking about the male character, he was in fact like a Nordic. Very pale, slim, white skinned and pale eyes. Tall. Not human. Maybe fairy but not human. There is an electrical connection between us. 2. The compulsion to go to a certain place "felt" like other dreams that were specifically UFO contact dreams. I go outside when called. 3. Thinking that I might die due to contact was part of my 1967 remembered UFO experience. I "told" whoever I was in contact with that I was so frightened that I thought I might die. Then I "fell asleep" for 3 or so hours. 4. There's a weird feeling about this "garage" with living accomodations above the bottom floor. I think its a ship. I think I and my van could have been apprehended in that I drove alone on a 4 hour trip to the coast in a remote area many many times between 1996 and 2007. I didn't wear a watch. Noone expected me on either end of the journey.
I have a BIG REQUEST of Stevel and his hypnotic sessions. Would you please ask if others on this board are in active contact thru esp or being monitored in some way? Hans doesn't have to say who or how often (of course I'd like to know if I am in this boat).
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Post by Steve on Sept 25, 2011 2:04:04 GMT -6
I will be happy to ask Han for you tomorrow. Forgive me if I have forgotten reading it here if you already have mentioned it earlier....but have you ever considered being regressed to explore this 1967 experience, or later experiences? 1967 was 44 years ago. Perhaps it is time to put this all rightly and neatly in it's proper place for your life. See it, looking at it, putting it behind you. Accepting it. No more fear. Steve
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Post by paulette on Sept 25, 2011 11:36:29 GMT -6
I was regressed - but by a woman who was willing to explore this area but had no experience in it. She made a tape - in the tape I am speaking with a pronounced Texas accent (which I had "gotten rid of once I was in Canada). So I think it is the real McCoy. We go through the incident and I don't gain many additional details. Then she says, "Now when you fell asleep - while thinking that there was still sometime near the house you were in - you can remember that now." On the tape I hear myself breathing calmly. Although I remembered a few of her questions, I did not "hear" this one. She waited about 3 minutes and then brought me out. I remember hearing the top of the count up to consciousness, so I had not been asleep. I wrote Bud Hopkins and he wanted me to come to Seattle to meet some people and be regressed. I couldn't afford to and had small children that I was single parenting. I assumed I had had a "deep block" against remembering. I think many people have had a similar block installed.
I just saw a show on Science Discovery Channel last night. A "mentalist" hypnotised people on the street - he'd approach them, ask them directions and get them engaged with him and then give them a suggestion which was outside of their normal actions. They would do it, the whole thing was filmed and then he showed them the cameramen, the clip and if they agreed, left them in the documentary. One man was given the command to withdraw 60 dollars from an ATM when he saw a red balloon. Of course the red balloon was tied to a post outside an ATM. He did so and then put it in a paper bag and threw it away in a trash container. (It was quickly retreived.) Later he was dumbfounded to discover that he had a dated and timed withdrawal slip in his pocket and that his money was in a stranger's hand.
The "mentalist" also did a long session with a man who was convinced to go to a cafe, drug a man and take some photos from a briefcase. In this case everyone else in the cafe were actors, so that he would not be stopped. Later he returned and was sure it was just a weird dream he had. When he saw the tape, he did what each of the others did -
He was nauseated and said so. He was shaking visibly. He said over and over, "This can't be so!" Does that reaction sound familiar folks? In this case he was clear that he could have been pursuaded to kill someone - when he left the man was slumped over in his chair.
It is my belief that for people who are being "followed" by visitors over time - they may have had a subliminal command embedded that resulted in them making themselves available for further check ins. That they would walk out into the desert, camp alone somewhere, drive on an isolated road and take an even smaller road. Have that cigarette on the deck at 4am.
When I was young - the dream (?) inducement to get me out of the house was "my pony". I did not have and wanted a pony badly. I was stopped from leaving the house by my father - "sleep walking". Later it could have been "camping" or wanting to go outside the city to see the stars or....whatever. I don't think I'm being "called up" anymore and everyday fear isn't part of whats left for me to deal with. Unlike Lorelei, I do not think I am seeing significant or triggering things in my present life.
But compulsion dreams are still part of what I dream of. Over and over. In them I always go outside to meet "them" even though I don't want to. The closest thing I can draw as an analogy is the feeling a woman might feel on a drive over to see a lover whom she desires and has physical yearning for but also knows (with different parts of her mind) that it isn't going to turn out as she hopes and that she will be hurt physically or at least emotionally. This is an addictive relationship rather than "love". Me dreaming my dreams over and over feels addictive. So its not "behind me" in that sense.
I do "accept it" on one hand and feel stupid and crazy on the other. We humans can hold those paradoxes. If Hans has something to say about this that would be great. I don't think that polar bears with numbers sprayed on their fur (visible from the air) or moose or other animals with radio collars understand that the reason the helicopter keeps finding them, drugging them, and taking further samples is because they are marked. I don't think someone has to have an object up one's nose or whereever to be marked. IMO.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2011 13:28:21 GMT -6
~nods~ If a human being can do that to other people it would be really really easy for the ETs to be able to do the same thing...
Yea... but Lorelei is extremely paranoid too... and she talks about herself in the third person. ;D The only good thing about losing my job is that I don't have to deal with those stoopid blue neon lights anymore...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2011 19:45:26 GMT -6
I think in some fashion we're 'lojacked' for them to find us. I don't go wandering but I have an overwhelming feeling that they are back and very busy
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Post by paulette on Sept 27, 2011 15:29:37 GMT -6
Another dream. This one foreshadowing but NOTHING to do with ETs or UFO's. It was morning and husband had already gotten up to go to work (5:30 am) and I was settling in for two hours of dreaming. I dreamed I broke a glass and stepped down on the shards and at least one punctured the bottom of my bare foot and I was bleeding - and having to get the glass out.
O Kay...I got up stumbled down the hall to my bathroom and thought - I am getting my laundry downstairs before coffee and my computer distraction. I was tugging on a full hamper when my foot really hurt. I looked down SAW BLOOD and realized that I had scuffed my foot into a sewing needle. Yikes. Which needed to be removed before I could step down.
Not exact but pretty damn close. PS. I don't keep needles in my bathroom. I'll take that coffee now!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2011 15:43:17 GMT -6
Creepy... I'm drinking coffee too. ~pours you a cup~
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Post by skywalker on Sept 27, 2011 18:40:03 GMT -6
I have quite a few dreams and visions like that too, Paulette. I have noticed that the less time there is between the dream and when the event happens the more accurate it is. The more time that passes between the two the less accurate. If it is only a few seconds then it may be exactly the way I foresaw it. If it is a few weeks or even months then it may be so different I may not even be sure if it involves the same thing. Yours sounded pretty close to what you dreamed.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2011 21:31:54 GMT -6
Interesting, Sky. Never thought of it that way "I have noticed that the less time there is between the dream and when the event happens the more accurate it is. The more time that passes between the two the less accurate." I don't know if it changes the accuracy, but I know my FEELINGs change. Like, first I was happy when there was just 3 weeks between my "premonition" and the actual event, as opposed to 3 months. Then, I became almost giddy when I'd dream something and it would happen the very next day. As if I had to see the events that close together to believe myself! How does a premonition that close together help anybody??? I love what you wrote, Paulette, about the show on the "mentalist" and your thoughts on "tracking" or tagging. I'm sorry, but this is the Primary reason why I was so worried about Steve undergoing hypnosis. I'm sorely afraid of some "prime directive" being implanted into his subconscious. Silly, huh. However, nowadays this seems more of a possibility than a person becoming "possessed", or have a "walk-in", or even multiple personality disorders. This "mentalist" should go further. I don't mean mess with people further of course. I mean, someone regress these same people and find the point, signal, what have you, of when they quit "being themselves" and went and did something else.
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Post by paulette on Sept 28, 2011 11:52:02 GMT -6
The mentalist showed in the show how he manuvered people into allowing him to implant a suggestion. He didn't let us hear it because he said it was dangerou information in the wrong hands. He gave them specific things to look for and where they saw them, they acted unlike their normal selves. In the case of the man who took money out of the ATM and threw it away - it was a red balloon tied to a bush next to the bank machine. In the case of the young man who went and "drugged" a man and took pictures out of a briefcase - it was a silver briefcase. To bring people "out of trance" on the street - he used an airhorn. In one case the man was angry and confused and he rehypnotised him and told him he would feel energetic and happy when he woke up. And he seemed to do just that. There are people who are not hypnizeable. They would remember more or all of what happened. The mentalist hypnotized a theatre full of people and told them they were going to see the funniest movie they had ever seen. He then woke them up. But there were scattered in the audience, people who had not fallen into a trance and were looking around in amazement at the others. They could speak clearly that there had been no movie and what happened wasn't funny. But the affected ones said their ribs hurt from laughing! I believe the mentalist used an air horn blast to bring everyone out then as well.
This to me explains why some people remember, others nearby do not when an unusual event takes place and the people involved have an encounter of the third kind.
The signal when perceived seems to make the suggestion "true" to the person. And the release seems to make the original state of mind person regain control. I think we all have levels of awareness and operate out of them somewhat autonomously. If you've ever written something and read it later and thought, "Wow did I write this - its pretty good." you've had that experience. Ditto doing something far outside one's normal - surviving a disaster or moving a burning car off someone for example. The thought often is, "I can't believe I did that." The fact being, the usual "I" didn't.
Knowing that a trained human can do this suggests to me that more evolved being (capable of star travel) can do it easily. To us. If they choose to.
As for Steve's experiment...it may or may not be an alien that he is having a conversation with. But it seems to be respectful and it surely is interesting to me as the story unfolds.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2011 19:50:53 GMT -6
Me too, Paulette . About Steve. If I couldn't "witness" what was going on with Edgar Cayce, Steve would be my next choice . Don't mind my occasional bouts with paranoia, OK? The signal when perceived.....could be 3 beeps. Or a green fog. Or... As for levels of awareness, I always put my keys in the exact same spot so that it's a habit that I do even when I go to bed smelling like the lawn mower (too tired to shower). And i'm sure you know this "trick": If I get really angry about something I write it down in full madness detail, and try to leave it there. A day later if I'm still thinking about it, I write it all down again fresh, and try to go on again. The third day after I might go ahead and write the issue down again, but most likely I just go back and read what I wrote the first day, and Wow! I wrote that??!! When I was younger I took it too far and would avoid another person (involved in the issue) for 3 days .. That didn't go over well either, but prolly the lesser evil. Umm. I'm prolly one of those people that hypnotizes well. In grade school I was always the one letting friends "lift me with 2 fingers" at the slumber parties
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Post by casper on Sept 29, 2011 9:10:57 GMT -6
I don't know if I could be hympnotized or not. I've never tried it. Probably not because I can't ever sit still long enough. Back when I was in high school we had a hypnotist come to the school and hypnotize a few people from the audience. My best friend was one of them. The guy told all of the people to start danciing and my friend was spinning around and going crazy trying to act like Michael Jackson. He couldn't dance at all but he was trying hard. After it was over everybody applauded but it was probably because he looked like a fool. ;D
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2011 10:49:10 GMT -6
JC... that's cool. I could never get that to work, the light as a feather stiff as a board thing... we tried it several times at slumber parties. Never worked on me or anyone else we tried it on. ~shrug~
Casper, once at the state fair we saw a hypnotist show. He hypnotized a bunch of people on stage and one of them was a young woman in her early 20s. He told the people on stage that they were going to open their eyes, stand up and see their favorite singer in the audience. She was the most excited of all the people on stage, pointing and saying "Oh my GOSH! It's HIM!!!" covering her mouth and practically shrieking.
The hypnotist asked all the people who they saw in the audience and they all told him into the microphone. He finally came up to the young woman who was the most excited and asked her who she saw.
"GARTH BROOKS!" she practically shrieked.
"Why don't you go get him and bring him up here?" the hypnotist asked her. She ran off the stage and into the crowd... and grabbed my dad's hand... ;D lol... she brought him up to the stage. It was hilarious!!
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Post by paulette on Sept 30, 2011 8:46:28 GMT -6
Another night, another dream. Although this one was probably about 2 minutes before the alarm went off. I was in a class and we were "reviewing" some practical math that we needed to do....something with. Everyone was joshing, feeling unstressed and I had a feeling this wouldn't work out well for me but I dutifully opened the book to find something like this:
[x(2(8)x-y)2(x)(y-8)] + well it went on and on. I know I've posted about dreaming quadradic equations - and already I don't remember what they are except that they are used in figuring out orbits and trajectories. Everyone dutifully got down to business and started to fill in answers. One problem was partially answered and then we were to go on to complete 3 more.
I started filling in and erasing until my paper was smudged and worn through. The teacher came over and quickly filled in the first answer but I had NO IDEA how she got it. This was my problem in higher math - I couldn't fill in between one step and the next in class. Same with chemical equations. Anyway I'm crying (I rarely cry over frustrations in real life) and finally the teacher comes back and shows me a something in my kit that I need to "plug in" to the equation . Its a plastic looking small box. Apparently I have a kitful of these plug ins which all do something different. The teacher tires of my dimness and wanders off.
I wake up feeling ashamed and stupid for not being able to figure out what everyone else seemed to already know. It's like an emotional hang-over. If this is some form of sleep education - I've not bright enough for it!
Which brings me to the alien thing. I'm reading various things that are supposedly channeled by aliens and I'm quite sure that I don't have that channel working in my brain. I like the IDEA of a quadradic equation and figuring out when or if the big asteroid hits or doesn't hit the earth - we ARE clever monkeys. But I'm not in that league and have a reactionary dumb response - well, better order my pizza now...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2011 9:46:21 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2011 21:51:48 GMT -6
"Which brings me to the alien thing. I'm reading various things that are supposedly channeled by aliens and I'm quite sure that I don't have that channel working in my brain. I like the IDEA of a quadradic equation and figuring out when or if the big asteroid hits or doesn't hit the earth - we ARE clever monkeys. But I'm not in that league and have a reactionary dumb response - well, better order my pizza now..." I tend to agree with your own interpretation of your dream, paulette. Not that you don't have this channel so much as someone IS trying to open that channel . I recently read about Jim Sparks and how "they" kept wanting him to learn...and the pressure they put on him/how much he initially fought it. Yeah, eating pizza sounds like a lot more fun! Myself, I don't think I'm any smarter than I was in high school . My interests have changed however, and now I know why it was so hard for me to focus on any one thing... You're a very smart lady. If "they" are trying to teach you something, they may have to just approach you in a more creative manner!
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Post by skywalker on Oct 3, 2011 22:10:55 GMT -6
Well, if somebody is trying to teach us something I can definitely attest that math is not the way to go about doing it. I felt the same way about math that Paulette described...I just could not figure it out. If the formula was there with an example of how to use it I usually could but a lot of times the stupid books would not give examples for all of the different types of problems. Usually then I would just stare blankly at the page while thinking of all the different ways I could kill the fool who wrote the book! When it comes to the aliens though perhaps it's not actually the math they are teaching. Maybe instead of teaching they are learning, possible by studying how people respond emotionally to frustrating or overwhelming situations. If they could learn our emotional responses to difficult situations then it's possible they could find better ways to go about teaching us...if that is what they are actually doing.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2011 22:19:04 GMT -6
That's a very good thought sky...
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Post by lois on Oct 4, 2011 22:16:49 GMT -6
Power of suggestion.. There has only been one occasion for me..When David Copperfield made the Stature of Liberty vanish. A helicopter was taping from above and the folks at home could see what the men in the helicopter was witnessing. All I seen was platform where it should of been and many people sitting around it all screaming as they could not see it either. Ok .. How was it filmed.. How does that work over a TV screen into ones living room?
My Mother when to a live stage show with her sisters, they must of been in there late twenties then. A Magic act came on. She said the musician told everyone in the audience when I say a certain word you will all stand up and pretend be your favorite animal.. My Mother said hundreds of people stood up acting insane.. Her three sisters were doing the same .. one was a dog, and I cannot remember what my other Aunts were doing. She tried hard to get them to sit down but it was no use, they were in another world..
She said when this musician said another word the audiences sat down, and then he would say that terrible terrible word again. Up went the crowd again. When her sisters sat down my Mother told them how they were acting. They looked worried and said we want to go home but before they could leave their seats, they were acting like animals again..
I think I'm my Mothers daughter .. but who knows for sure. Until I could not see that statue. still wondering??? Does anyone here remember David making it look like it was not there?
I often wondered if I could be regressed to recover my missing time. I feel I could not..
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2011 22:48:32 GMT -6
Lois, if I can be hypnotized, you can too. I just didn't do a memory regression... just a past life one.
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Post by lois on Oct 5, 2011 11:12:20 GMT -6
Lorelei. I did not realize this, I thought you were trying to retrieve your memories about the aliens in your living room as a child..
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2011 14:17:20 GMT -6
Lorelei. I did not realize this, I thought you were trying to retrieve your memories about the aliens in your living room as a child.. I was, but he didn't want to jump right into it. He wanted to gradually regress me and do other stuff first to get me comfortable with the process first... so I wouldn't freak out so bad I think was the reason why. I got impatient and I decided not to trust him... I dunno... I just didn't trust him. He seemed like one of those "new age" guys.
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Post by paulette on Oct 19, 2011 9:49:44 GMT -6
Another morning dream series. This one was interesting in that although I tried (including throwing the blankets off and hanging one leg off the bed) I stayed "under" and dreamed these dreams. I know that from the time I tried to get up 5:30 when husband left for work until 7:05 when I finally did drag myself out of bed - I was just under and fighting to wake up and GET OUT of the dreams. Which I seemingly could not.
Dream frag. #1: I am in my parents old home (I would have been about 8 or 10 and in fact there is a young person that age but it appears to be my son.) I am watching but not "in" the dream. Dream son is angry and defiant and will not comply with what the adults are telling him to do or say. Meanwhile, a man shows up. He is WAY too tall (7 foot plus) with a shock of light blonde hair. Everyone in the dreams seems OK with him there (my parents are shadowy figures in this story) except my dream son and I. I keep thinking - what is he doing here? Why have they let him in? I actually had dreams when I was that age or a little older in which the children picked flowers that had suddenly grown in everyone's yard and smelled very strongly and then everyone in the houses fell deeply asleep and tall blonde men carried the sleeping children out. It was not a nightmare particularly.
Dream frag # 2. I am investigating a phenomena - people are "coming apart" in a new and particularly bad way. Being awake, I can't describe this adequately, but in the dream I understood. It was sorta like transporter failure (seen once on a Star Trek show in which some of the crew cannot be "brought back" and so are floating within the ship like ghosts that some people can see and hear and some cannot. It was distressful for them but resolved nicely in 22 minutes.)
This is not resolving nicely. In the first clip - various people are afflicted on purpose by young people who have the skill to disorganize the cells in others' bodies. In one scene, a man is starting to THINK about molesting a young woman and she smiles and says, "I don't think so Mr....." And immediately he gets a growth starting on his nose as his cells mutate into disorganized cancer.
In the second clip (I did say I was trying very hard to wake up) I am experimenting with another person to alter my consciousness and we do (and there is no 60's theme to this - I don't know how or what we did) and 0ur seemingly stable reality peels away and one can see planes and other realities in all directions. The best description I can give of this dream experience is profound seasickness which Ursula LeGuinn described it in her sci-fi books as what untrained psychics experience - I think she called it boundary illness or something like that. Nowhere was up or down and I was very very glad when the experience ended. However the nightmare wasn't over yet. As I consolidated and carried on - I was seeing people who would say - I don't feel good....I have a pain....And I'd look and I could see the planes opens up in their bodies. Soon after they would fall into a heap of shards.
Yes I've read sci-fi and yes I watched Matrix and yes I know I could cut and paste these distressing images. The over all feel on awakening (Adler said that was the true message of the dream) is profound dis-ease and disequilibrium. Although the dreaming "I" is not threatened or acted on by others - things/people/reality is falling apart. In an unpleasant and unstoppable way.
Of course, things/reality ARE falling apart. The news is full of new and distressing images these days - countries in flames, mega-storms, dead zones in the oceans etc etc. It is in an exponential increase. Tipping points and all that. And in midst of this - the too tall blonde man whose dropped in for a visit. If they love this planet - and they certainly appear to visit it a lot - they must be their equivalent of sad at what we are doing here. We are most definitely trashing Eden.
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Post by paulette on Oct 26, 2011 18:49:43 GMT -6
Another morning dream. I was staying in a big hotel with some other people including my daughter (who is a young adult). I went back to the room to change but it was locked. I went to the desk and they told me (snottily) that I wasn't checked in anymore and had to leave. In fact, the hotel had morphed and didn't even look like the same place. I didn't have any luggage or any money. My daughter had already left for somewhere. I think this another version of my leaving series. According to the Tibetian Buddhists, people who die suddenly don't know they are dead and therefore have to be shown. So they chant the person's name and have a strong heatbeat drum - that gradually falters and stops. Then silence. And then the body can be left out for a sky burial.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2011 23:53:11 GMT -6
Paulette, you certainly have thought-provoking dreams, and your analysis of them is never simple. You definitely have a great mind at work behind the scenes.
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Post by paulette on Nov 15, 2011 10:12:01 GMT -6
And now another leaving dream - this one on a jet plane.
I dreamt that I went home to visit a family that was "my family" during my growing up years.
In real life, there were 5 kids and an add-on informally fostered child in this family - and me. I ate there and went on family outings to the beach. I spent the night on many weekends. Later as a 20 something young woman, I fell in love with the oldest son - he had gone to Nam after getting married and quickly divorced right out of high school. He came back a changed person - they all did, but this man I cared for.
Anyway, I've loved him all my life although I didn't stay in touch. I wasn't "the one for him" and he had several long term relationships and children. His sister (my best GF all through my growing up years) visited me two summers ago and brought pictures and reports of the family. She met my new husband and we showed her and her daughter our little corner of Canada. In the picture X looks like a troll doll - he is white haired and has his hands behind his back. Of course in my mind's eye he was still young and muscular and, as a triple Scorpio, incredibly sexual and pyschic (not that he would have used that word but he kept his platoon alive in Nam with his observational and otherly skills.)
In the dream I'm back and there's a storm brewing with crashing waves (we did live on the Texas coast). I ask where X is and eventually my friend says, "Oh, he's joined the airforce." In the dream, that means he's gone. I ask indignantly, "Were you even going to tell me!" I am very angry and sad.
When I woke up, my first thought was, "Would they tell me if he died or was about to?" My friend told me he had Parkinson's that affected him fairly badly even two years ago. I have figured out that the family doesn't handle me saying I still care for him. I tried to write him many years ago just to stay in touch and got no response and have to honor that. But to quote James Taylor, "I always thought I'd see you, one more time again....Thought I'd see you one more time..."
Maybe this dream was (in his words) "Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone..."
I emailed yesterday his sister asking if he was OK. I did this knowing that she would not tell him even if I had dreamed correctly and he was ready to fly out into the great beyond. Whatever we have left to do, if anything will have to do in the inbetweens - the dream worlds.
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