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Post by paulette on Nov 16, 2011 11:43:08 GMT -6
Well, here's one dream that I am happy to report is WRONG. As far as my friend/his sister knows, my old flame is doing well enough, although living with parkinson like symptoms from agent orange. He is on meds and retired with a military pension due to his condition. (The US government acknowledged that was the cause!) I got an update on the family. It makes me happy to hear that he is happy, in touch with his children and building a hunting cabin to hang out in. If he "flies away" anytime soon, it would be a surprise to my friend.
And all of that is a good thing.
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Post by paulette on Nov 26, 2011 11:20:19 GMT -6
Nother dream - two mornings ago but it continues to hang around in my head.
I went on a boat ride in a skiff - didn't really care where I was going, it was just pleasant. We got to a dock on an island and went up the dock to find...
A gathering of First Nations people and also a few friends of mine who are part of a group I've been in for about 30 years (Magik). I was surprised that there was a "workshop" or teaching going on and that they obviously had been invited but I had stumbled into it.
However the women putting on the event (which was sorta like a potlatch) shrugged said, "Well you are here, so you are supposed to be here." Which seemed on awakening to be perfectly in keeping with what a group of women elders might say. People were asking questions but not providing answers (again- very First Nations - to tell a story but not interpret it). At one point I was explaining something and "caught myself" and noticed that everyone was smiliing faintly and just waiting me out.
Later in the dream (another chapter I would say) I realized this wasn't an afternoon session but was going to go on for a long time. I was not prepared in that - I didn't have any extra clothes. In fact, in checking myself out, I didn't have enough enough clothes - I seemed to be missing my blouse. People were pretty polite about that too - waiting until I noticed. Jeez I hate it when I find myself naked or near naked in a social setting!
Anyway - there was through the dream the vague sense that I wasn't prepared, invited, and in fact wasn't handling the situation particularly well. However there was an amazed tolerance that made this dream not humiliating but merely puzzling. I also thought that I should shut up and listen more - always good advice for me.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2011 11:24:34 GMT -6
Interesting dream paulette... very interesting... I noticed that nobody commented on your previous dream either although I read it when you first shared it... could have sworn I commented on it but I guess I didn't. I'm glad the dream turned out to be just a dream... As far as the most recent one goes... hmmm... interesting. Lots of people have "naked" social setting dreams. Me, I used to have dreams of going to work or school in my nightgown, but was never naked or missing clothing. I used to know what that meant in dream science but I don't remember...
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Post by skywalker on Nov 26, 2011 11:49:36 GMT -6
I had a dream not to long ago where I was naked. I was at some prestigious university somewhere in the waiting room outside of some important official's office and I was just sitting there buck neked reading a magazine. Other people were walking into the room and looking at me weird but I figured that since I was already naked and embarassed there was no reason to freak out about it so I just kept sitting there waiting. People have some of the weirdest dreams...
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Post by paulette on Nov 28, 2011 11:05:31 GMT -6
OK. This is my first offical Han dream. Maybe.
I was dreaming that there were two young lovers fleeing an army or similiar situation - men with guns. Sometimes I was "I" and sometimes I was the young male. I switched back and forth as the dream progressed.
She and I were levitating to get around from people searching for us on the ground. However we could barely get above tree level and to stay high took a lot of energy so we would "jump" over obstacles like buildings and trees. There were constant efforts to find us and I was aware that our ability to stay aloft was fading. I had a sort of belt which augmented my mental commands to rise but the extra weight of another person was taxing its abilities.
We never got caught but we never really got "away".
Later in the dream, she seemed to be gone and I was alone in attempting to get out of that area. I was doing better without her and was skimming the tree tops, sometimes resting in one (hopefully) out of sight. I thought IN THE DREAM. "This is how Han can move in the air." I'm not sure if I interpreted that as with or without a ship or device. I thought how fun it would be to skim over houses of people who didn't know I was there.
There was a movie made with Harrison Ford who fell in love with a beautiful daughter of a scientist and later discovered that she was robotic but didn't know it. Her father had endowed her with human qualities and beauty but she wouldn't be able to live a full human life span. People were hunting her as humans were now threatened by robots that were passing in their midst. Harrison Ford and she escaped from the city and flew a "flitter" that went fast just above the tree tops. I remember thinking how familiar that perspective was to me and how pleasurable. I have the same response when watching a cam recording by a parasailer swooping gradually descending.
All of this (levitating at tree level) I've done before. I have NEVER tied it to possible ET capabilities or that the perspective might be the same from a low hovering UFO. I've posted this in my autobiography but I will say again that I remember being above my childhood house which was of concrete block construction with a flat roof. It was covered with white pebbles atop tar or whatever. I had been above it many times and play that sequence in dreams. One has to avoid power lines which are "sticky" and attractive to a levitator (and dangerous). When you look outside, as I'm doing now, it would hard to pick a clean path UP from the average yard in town. Its like I was taught to do this. Why put powerlines in a dream at all? We see them but don't even register them (except my husband who is an electrician and sees poles with dangling ground wires all the time when we drive any distance). He and I were rockhounding on a back road we had not been on before and all of a sudden I got a roaring headache. Around the bend was a power station. He didn't think we were close enough to get into the field but by then I was about to throw up with a migraine. When we moved away the headache disappeared - not usual once a true migraine starts.
One more thing. After my dream was over (and I seemed to go back into it several times), the motion light in our back yard came on and I smiled, still in the dream and still thinking it had something to do with Han (I imagine Han is merely a figurehead for a whole group of visitors). They probably vet what he can and can't say. If there is a Han. And if there is ETs. And if UFO's are not all explainable in earth terms. Big IFs.
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Post by paulette on Dec 2, 2011 21:32:20 GMT -6
And a nother one:
I was in a "post office" - a very bare room with mail boxes and white whites and subdued lighting. I "noticed" somehow that ocassionally people got letters (or thoughts) that were not "approved" by whoever was monitoring such things. Bad things then happened that had to do with two liquids combining into a gas that killed the recipient. I was somehow wise to this. I was trying to get out of this place without thinking anything unacceptable, without "opening any dangerous mail" when I saw someone reading something aloud.
Oh oh. I remember saying, "Don't think another thought and get out of here!" I then ran zig-zagging down the street. I came to a lot full of junk and that looked totally uninhabited and picked my way through a back entrance that appeared to be to an abandoned house. I banged on the door and begged for help.
After awhile someone came out and agreed to help me (I must be in dream chapter 3 by now). They hid me in amidst the junk and put something that looked like a dead body me somewhere to be found. Sure enough THEY (whoever they are) came and were standing right next to me examining the dead meat that was not me. They seemed to be satisfied and left. This was NOT a good reality to live in but at least there were helpful friendlies.
There is something about this dream that somehow hooks to my perception of this site. It was a "post-office" - a place to make and get posts. It was bare and white - sorta like my screen. I don't know about opening dangerous mail (concepts) or thinking dangerous thoughts aloud but those who read my ranting and ravings know that I think that I feel I am vulnerable somehow to Han or whatever is behind Han just by reading the dialogues. I'm also sure that we and me are being monitored by earth types who make it their business to monitor people who think outside the box. We might just know something they don't know. Or maybe, know something they do know but don't want other humans to know.
In another direction altogether, I was recently pondering the mailed antrax that happened some years ago. It was military grade stuff and NO ONE took responsibility and no investigation could seemingly prove what its origin was and where it was mailed from. Which seems unlikely to me but maybe I'm used to TV shows where they figure all that out in 22 minutes. Thoughts about sinister post-office events lurking around in my mind?
The most significant point of the dream? I'm trying to warn the other people who seem oblivious to what's going on in the post office. Consider yourself warned I guess...
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Post by skywalker on Dec 2, 2011 22:41:30 GMT -6
It's possible that we might know things that they don't know, but do we really know what those things are? Sometimes I feel like I don't have a clue. Perhaps they are waiting and watching to see if we stumble upon it accidentally.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2011 12:18:43 GMT -6
"I was trying to get out of this place without thinking anything unacceptable, without "opening any dangerous mail" when I saw someone reading something aloud."
How about a blatant warning that "telepathy" is bad? That it can hurt you?
Some people are definitely not happy with this advance in human perception. How would/could it be deterred?
just an idea.
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Post by skywalker on Dec 3, 2011 19:54:01 GMT -6
Is telepathy really bad? If people could read each other's minds than it would be impossible to lie to one another. Everybody would be forced to be honest...and politicians would cease to exist! If anybody would want to deter telepathy it would definitely be the politicians. I'm still not really sure how telepathy works. I've never been able to read anybody's mind, at least not knowingly. If people (or aliens) were telepathic would they still be able to keep some thoughts private? Would they be able to choose what messages they communicate just the same as we choose what we do and don't say? I think in order for individual organisms to function they would have to have some individual thought processes, otherwise they would not be able to deal with what was happening around them. Even if they had a "hive mentality" to where they were telepathically connected with the other individuals in the group they would still have to be able to think separately. A central intelligence can't control everything that happens to everybody all at once.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2011 21:00:52 GMT -6
Having telepathic abilities is definitely a burden on my psyche. I am very willing to admit that. Ever since I became aware of this ability, it has bothered me.
How would you feel if you were having a conversation with a customer at work, and you know he is thinking that he would like to do violent things to you while standing there and smiling at you. The force of willpower it requires to ignore it is often overwhelming...
Telepathy I feel is more dangerous to the telepath than the individual he/she is reading... the psychological and emotional impact of this ability is enormous... one has to accept it and move on without thinking too hard about anything he/she receives. You just accept it, acknowledge it, and move on while pretending to not know about it. It's very draining and difficult...
Sky, when someone lies to me, I often know it. The thing is, I can't tell my co-worker, "I know you're lying" or "I know you are intentionally telling a half-truth to deceive me so I might get into trouble". I just say, "OK," and go and ask someone else just to find out what exactly it is that is supposed to be done.
Feigning igannance is a talent of mine... I've gotten very good at it over the years. I "play stupid" a lot... lol... most people don't think it's "playing" though, but I can live with that... hehehe...
Sky: I can block other telepaths... or I should say... I can block other "human" telepaths... it's difficult at times, depends on the other's mental fortitude, but it's usually not that hard. The best way to "block" is to make it "go away"... that is... clear your mind. I know it sounds simple, but it is incredibly effective believe it or not...
In a telepathic society, I am sure nobody has any secrets from anyone...
I find it is much easier to read the mind of a person who is comfortable with me than someone who is not. It is very difficult for me to see something that another person does not want me to see. To be honest, I'm not really all that interested in other peoples' secrets anyway... lol... mine are much scarier in comparison to most people...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2011 9:47:56 GMT -6
I don't think "telepathy" is bad, but I really don't have anything to hide . I was thinking that if "someone" wanted to deter a person, they would make the person afraid of it. "Let's make a scary dream where using telepathy causes things to blow up, makes people hide, etc." now, like lorelei, there are times I have to just ignore what is going on around me. I do the exact same thing . I "play stupid" . As for "blocking other people", it is not simple for me to clear my mind. So I do something else . I ask to be invisible. I'm not saying I actually become invisible, the person may still "hear" my thoughts. I've just seen confusion cross their face because now they don't seem to know where the "thought" is coming from. At least I think this is how it works.... IDK. I started doing this (asking to be invisible) these past couple of years and it seems to be effective.
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Post by paulette on Dec 13, 2011 11:13:50 GMT -6
This is not a dream report. This is just the strange fact that I have been waking up with a strong emotion which does not translate to mad, sad, glad, fearful or even bored, confused, sexual ...in short, I wake up feeling profoundly SOMETHING but I cannot remember one scrap of the dream nor can I identify my emotional state. I find that somewhat reportable.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2011 11:20:36 GMT -6
Good morning Paulette. ~pours you a cup of coffee~ Thanks for reporting this. I'm feeling kinda weird this morning too...
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Post by paulette on Dec 18, 2011 11:27:16 GMT -6
OK. On the dream scale this was a VERY BAD dream. For one thing I kept trying to wake myself up from it and even if I walked around and went back to bed - there it was. I kept falling back in and liking it less and less. The feeling state of this dream was powerlessness and helplessness.
We were living somewhere in some sort of "base". It wasn't earth although we could walk around outside. In fact, there were very few creatures that lived there. We might have been mining or something like that. Maybe a scientific exploration team.
In the start of the dream, people had just noticed that there were little vampire bats that ocassionally landed on a person or animal. That was annoying but not that serious. (I know firsthand about real vampire bats - if they didn't have rabies [and many do] the amount of blood they take is not a big deal for the animal. But these bats called each other, like crows do and fell on whatever they were taking a meal from and the creature DIDN'T protest but just was consumed without a struggle. They also tracked people and children but the smell of their clothes or definitely if someone got injured and bled.
I felt a dread about these things and was from the beginning of the dream belittled for my fear. Then a family who had been picnicking didn't come back. And then (and there were many starts and stops to this dream) there were vast clouds of them flying at dusk - a population explosion.
The leader reinforced the windows and doors and told everyone it would be fine, not to worry. By that time I was worried to the point of panic. In the last dream frame, we were all inside and the flocks of these things were bumping up against the barracaded windows but people STILL felt invulnerable. I looked down at the rug in the corner of the room and saw yellow stains that were spreading. I then knew they were somehow eating their way in under the floors or dissolving the floors and walls somehow. I knew why there weren't any other animals on the planet and that we'd be their next major feeding - until the next group arrived. No one believed me. I started to tell my poor husband that I was in a major nightmare and what it was about and he fell asleep. (Life imitating dream).
I always felt unconvinced when the Enterprise crew would beam down to some new planet and commence to walk around and touch things and breathe. I think there was one show where everything was poisonous. Realistically, one could probably not digest foreign proteins and microbes would have a field day in that one would have no pre-made antibodies. And then there were whatever predators one might encounter...
In 1971, while I was caving, I actually slept in a cave mouth and confronted a vampire bat on my chest (I was zipped up in a mummy bag). It was the size of a large moth and was looking at me - they are timid and try not to bite in a place where the victim can reach them and hurt them. All that was sticking out was my face and neck. (the neck may have worked). I screamed and jumped up - still in the mummy bag and bounced frenziedly some distance, happily not landing in the small river flowing out of the cave (Cacahua milpas, Mexico). My companion was laughing so hard he could not help or stop me. The bat escaped unscathed. I had no marks so did not have to take rabies injections. I know that vampire bats do not "hunt in packs" like those in this dream.
Don't want to go on that expedition. Don't want to provide protein to grateful wildlife. Don't want to dream about stuff like this. But I did.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2011 14:35:24 GMT -6
Sounds like a good science fiction story. You should get it published.
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Post by paulette on Dec 19, 2011 11:45:41 GMT -6
I think its derivative of some 3rd rate movie I saw called something like The Darkness. Except in my dream it didn't get dark.
Today I dreamed that my daughter and I and my old dog were in my surfing van going somewhere. She was of differing ages (probably about 10 mostly). My dog (deceased now) was in active health. I was rockhounding (which I never did in the van as that interest was surpressed then and I was focused on surfing).
I left her at a store. Or. I left the van her and the dog at a store. Or...we all went down an unfamiliar road AFTER stopping at the store and ran into someone that scared me. And I suddenly realized - I don't have my vehicle, I don't know where my daughter is or my dog is. I got a ride back to the store - the last place I clearly remembered them being with me.
The staff stalled me and then a Texas sherrif arrived. He asked me what had happened - for me to abandon my vehicle, child, and dog. I could not remember. I was afraid I wouldn't get my daughter back. It just didn't fit together. I remembered a rocky road and being in a quarry looking at rocks. I remembered being afraid. Then I was alone and without car etc.
At the end of the dream he shrugged and gave me my car and kid and dog back. She was annoyed and didn't seem to understand that I didn't know what happened. She kept saying, "Why did you leave us?" I remember saying, "A piece has been cut out of our memories of the event." Even the sherrif didn't seem to be concerned about that part. I had showed up, my daughter had amused herself at the store (they had called the police eventually) and now all was well.
Feeling on awakening: I've felt this confusion about a piece being cut out before. It happens in dreams - one can move forward and backswards in time etc. That fact that even in the dream it was noticeable was interesting to me.
possibly relevent other stuff: Although I didn't have a daughter, dog or van in Texas - that's where this "missing time" dream was set. And I do believe things happened to me in Texas.
second factoid: My daughter had a fascination and fear about ETs when she was a young teen. She painted them in luminous paint around her mirror in her room. She freaked out at the cover of Communion.
It was in some ways a lucid dream.
second factoid: the sherrif only had one eye. The other was permanently shut He got up real close to me when questioning me. (I used to dread Texas highway police because they were a force onto themselves - you might run into one anywhere. They at times extracted "fines" (never from me). I once hid from some - we were parked in a roadside park and had gone into the bush to look for creosote bush. They pulled up in two cars - highway police and local police and started transferring a large amt. of alcohol (boxes) into the local cop's vehicle. My companion pulled me down to the ground and said, "I don't think we should be caught seeing this." It could have been confiscated from a Mexican bootlegger (booze was always much cheaper on the other side - no taxes). We might have disappeared permanently that day...
Oh where - all's well when one wakes up in the right bed and life...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2011 22:52:30 GMT -6
Oh wow Paulette.... that's a scary story about the police officers in Texas... yea... definitely sounds like something under handed going on... you're lucky you weren't spotted! An interesting dream for sure...
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Post by paulette on Dec 22, 2011 10:21:09 GMT -6
Dream. Very vivid and in color. I was in a house (not this house, maybe in Texas where I lived). Above the house next to where I was, there was a UFO hanging motionless above it. I and some others were looking out the window and then an airplane/jet came streaking up. The UFO (a thick disk) took off low and fast and a moment later there was a huge crash. We ran and it had crashed into a warf area (no longer recognizable terraine). We were trying to get close but the military had closed it off immediately. A friend of mine (in the dream) worked there as a maintanance guy and we all put on safety vests and grabbed broooms and sidled forward. Never did see anything. At one point I was talking to a military type and when he asked if I had seen anything like that before, I surprised myself by saying...."Yes, I've seen these ships before."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2011 11:37:34 GMT -6
Cool! Hope this dream continues another night! I had wanted to comment on your "perception" of Tx sheriff. IDK. With movies and such, aren't all "sheriffs" the same? LOL. I used to love "Dukes of Hazzard" and those sheriffs would be OK. LOL. I was driving back one night from my cousins' in the country. I had had a flat tire, and we decided I could drive home to Kansas City on a donut. Highway all the way, so 45 miles an hour with hazzards on, and knew I would garner attention even at midnight. No cell phone. Summer time and had on a white sun top (with strapless bra) with string shoulder ties. Wishing I had thought to ask my cousin for a jacket . Within 20 minutes I was being followed (at a distance) down the highway. In my heart I knew it was some deputy, but why just follow me for a long time? That's all they did (at first). waiting for me to "slip up", be a drunk driver; etc. Finally, turned their brights on, got closer, and then the reds on top. You'd think I'd be sighing with relief realizing it WAS the sheriff following me all this time. Nope. BOTH dudes came up to my passenger window. I only rolled it halfway down and I was clutching my purse to my chest by this time. They took a look at me, and said "mam, are you alright??" I explained my speed, pointed out the donut, the hazzards, the time, and said I was nervous because I'd been followed since 20 minutes out of Virginia county. . . they stammered and sheepishly told me they just wanted to make sure I was OK, and wished me luck. They even told me I was doing all the correct stuff. ;D I didn't even show them my driver's license.
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Post by skywalker on Dec 22, 2011 18:30:11 GMT -6
Police officers are like other people...there are good ones and there are bad ones. I've met both kinds. Some I wanted to strangle and others were a pleasure to meet. I remember one Texas State Trooper who was so professional and courteous that I actually thanked him for giving me a ticket. I suppose the bad ones are only a small minority but they give all the rest of them a bad reputation.
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Post by paulette on Dec 23, 2011 10:59:07 GMT -6
When I watched the news coverage about various locations in the USA and protestors being indignant about being roughed up by the police I knew that history does repeat itself. In the 60's, as a student, I protested the Viet Nam War. We also drove through small town Texas to get from Austin Texas to anywhere else in the USA. The various police we encountered saw protestors and hippies (who by appearance were protestors) as a threat and menance. In peace marches we were pushed around even if one said nothing disrespectful to the powers in the uniforms. In small towns, hitchhikers were beat up and sometimes put in jail cells with people who beat them up. If anyone got caught with even a tiny amt. of "smoke" it was a huge sentence doing hard time. Drunkenly killing someone had a smaller sentence.
I see all the indignant youth and think that no one remembers those times. At least protestors in the USA are not being killed like in other parts of the world. Up until recently, the police in Canada were given total authority in that if there was a suspicious death, they investigated themselves. All that ended after a year or two of very obviously misused power. A Polish man was tasered to death in the Vancouver airport - he was lost and his connecting person (his mother) could not find him (and was not helped to find him). After 6 hours he got loud, the police were called, he picked up a STAPLER and that seemed to justify tasering him so many times that his heart stopped (and not doing any resucitation efforts). Then there a drunken First Nations man who were taken by police car to the city limits somewhere back east and left to freeze to death. Which he did. All of these events convinced parliament to pass laws for enquiries to be done by someone external to the RCMP. Which is good.
I worked very closely with a couple of RCMP members when I worked at the Women's Center so I know that there are dedicated trustworthy good people in uniform. I also know that power corrupts and that keeping silence is a code that underlies a lot of organizations such as the military and police.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2011 12:26:39 GMT -6
There was an Alaska State Trooper in the Anchorage area who was "arresting" young women, taking them to secluded areas in handcuffs where he raped them in his patrol car and let them out. He did this to about 7 victims. They finally arrested him... years and years later... after years and years of "investigation".
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2011 1:26:18 GMT -6
Just did some cyber surfing to look at what the beaches look like in Libya - in Tripoli they are all breakwatered. Like my dream. There are some uninhabited searches of beautiful beach (it borders the Mediterranean, opposite Crete). Hardly anyone goes in the water (certainly women don't) and there are no surfers and there are few tourists. Looking at the interface of city and water - concrete. Just like my dream. I went through this thread tonight Paulette, interesting and thanks for sharing. I noticed that you had a dream about water coming inland just 2 weeks before the terrible disaster with the tsunami in Japan which I thought was coincidental and I guess Lois had one too although yours mentioned a hurricane. In the dream you mentioned a house being swept away and then you also mentioned seeing concrete which reminded me of the nuclear power plants at Fukushima . Have you ever had other dreams which turned out to be true or coincidental to a real life event ? Im also referring to reply # 15
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Post by paulette on Dec 24, 2011 21:16:08 GMT -6
I can't say that I have. I have experienced dread before receiving bad news....well....this is definitely a precognitive dream.
(Approx. 20 years ago). My husband's son and daughter-in-law were having a much wanted baby. She was incredibly healthy. I dreamed (the night before) that she was giving birth on her hands and knees and it was going along until suddenly they handed me the baby and were concentrating on her. She was wailing.
I took the baby over to a bathtub and gave it a bath. It was quite peaceful - looking at me unafraid - and then it just slipped under the water and was gone. When I woke up, I felt that it had died in that moment.
We were expecting to be called to the hospital - instead we got the call at about 8pm and my husband said, "I don't want to get this call." We both knew something was wrong. In fact, the baby (which had been healthy throughout the pregnancy and labor) died shorted before she was born. But here are the details of that.
She had been in early labor, they sent her home and they came back about midnight. Labour was still not progressing very fast so they suggested she have a WARM BATH in the hospital to relax. When she came out of the bath, they checked the fetal heartrate and discovered the baby had died in that short period. While she was in the BATH TUB.
This was so accurate and my husband and I agreed that we could not tell them this. It was just too weird. I ended up being "with" the baby somehow and in my own mind, she surrendered to death without a struggle .
So I guess I would say - yes.
I think the dream about the rising water could have been prophetic - it was rapidly rising water that swamped the house and swept my children away. As for the concrete detail - I believe that was Tripoli as the images I found later looked just like the dream. The dream featured people running, being pursued, and rounded up and killed - events that did happen in Tripoli and elsewhere.
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Post by paulette on Dec 26, 2011 14:37:36 GMT -6
A series of mini-dreams this morning. My hands and arms are "stuck" - I cannot move them - in the dream. I am aware (when awake) that people in rem sleep are locked down and cannot move. But I pull and its like pulling apart taffy. With great effort I get my hands and arms free - then they soon lock up again - and I pull them apart and into a new position. A huge amt. of will is required. But I can do it. But now I wonder - if I'm SUPPOSED to be locked down - does this mean that I might sleepwalk. I did as a child. To be continued.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2011 14:48:51 GMT -6
~nods~ Sounds familiar to me. Sleep paralysis...
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Post by paulette on Jan 22, 2012 0:42:14 GMT -6
The not being able to move one's limbs - but then succeeding - its like pulling my arm out of sucking mud. Once I get the part moving, it then moves freely. Often its justs my arms and hands; sometimes if my knees rotate outwards (and hurt) I struggle to move them back to a better position. I was doing this this am during the following dream.
I was somewhere that SEEMED to be a back yard of someone's house and nice enough. But the underlying theme of the dream was that I was a prisoner. When I looked into the next back yard, the same people were there and they were not-people. They looked like people, they smiled and waved but the deal was - I couldn't leave. So when I jumped into the NEXT YARD there were more smiling not-people who were amused at me. I guess matrix is the closest concept.
I was determined to get away. I started bounding from yard to yard, being tracked by similar not-people with terrible inane smiles. At one point I managed to levitate (huray!) but they just lifted off with me. I was heading for "the border". Sorta the Canadian border. If I could just get across...there were endless chapters of this because I kept waking up and not being able to stay awake long enough to really rouse. And my hands were stuck and had to be unstuck repeatedly. Eventually I did wake up - at 9:30 am. (I am used to waking up at 6:30am) I felt like I had been running and flying all night. After I woke up, I thought that the border I was trying to cross was into wakefulness.
I had an author friend who wrote a short story years ago. I don't remember what it was about, just the first line which was a zinger: "The dream took him again."
That's what I felt like - that I was not being allowed to wake up. The overall feeling was angrer because I felt I was being toyed with. I was really trying but everywhere I turned, there were replacements smiling at me and keeping up with me.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2012 0:52:22 GMT -6
That's a scary dream Paulette... ~nods empathetically~ Me, if I am somehow able to move my arm or my leg it jolts me out of sleep paralysis immediately. Almost every time it snaps me out of it. That is why I do it. To make it stop because if I don't make it stop scary hallucinations happen... I don't always succeed in snapping out of it though... can't always get "unstuck" from the mud as you described... (I like that description by the way... ) Sounds like you were trying to get out of REM sleep and kept falling back into it... that's scary. That happens to me too. The sleep paralysis recurs if I don't give myself time to fully wake up before attempting to go back to sleep again (usually get up for a glass of milk or water or a smoke or something...). Were you on your back when this happened?
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Post by paulette on Jan 22, 2012 16:05:37 GMT -6
I never sleep on my back - breathing gets obstructed. I sleep on my side, wrapped around a small bolster and with a "T bone" pillow between my thighs to keep things aligned. Rolling over requires waking up basically. With that and getting thirsty and then getting up to well, you know, and then religning I don't know how I actually get through a sleep cycle. Maybe crones don't need as much or as deep sleep...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2012 11:55:29 GMT -6
I never sleep on my back - breathing gets obstructed. I sleep on my side, wrapped around a small bolster and with a "T bone" pillow between my thighs to keep things aligned. Rolling over requires waking up basically. With that and getting thirsty and then getting up to well, you know, and then religning I don't know how I actually get through a sleep cycle. Maybe crones don't need as much or as deep sleep... That's what my mother says too Paulette. She's about your age too.
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