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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 12:27:47 GMT -6
Sunday night, early Monday morning, Dec 12, I had a dream that I hadn't had for a long time. (I only have a few "dream themes" that have almost identical repeats every time I dream them).
I don't think that the timing of this dream has any significance, other than realizing lately that I am "remembering things". Remembering things from my own, this present life, that I have forgotten. š You know, like remembering an event from when your kids were little?
Anyway, so even if this dream has a scary feel to it, and I want to "wake up", I value having this dream.
The dream will sound very simple. It's hard to imagine the "terror", or what it could possibly mean, if anything; other than a loss of sanity?? Lol.
The "things" (can't even call them "beings" in this state) are more than white ( but not shiny), and two or three of them "appear" in a plain, white room. "They" are a 2 foot by 2 foot "blob" of a liquid-looking play-doh. "They" can make themselves into any form of anything from this "substance". I wake up in my bed as "they" start forming into something.... I didn't touch them, they didn't touch me (? I have seemed to learn to try to prevent this while "they" are transforming).
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Post by casper on Dec 16, 2016 20:16:49 GMT -6
A blob of liquid play-doh? That sounds like some kind of a ghost to me. I bet a ghost could change shapes if it wanted to. What do the play-doh ghost things do in your dreams?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 7:41:50 GMT -6
A blob of liquid play-doh? That sounds like some kind of a ghost to me. I bet a ghost could change shapes if it wanted to. What do the play-doh ghost things do in your dreams? Yes, I totally agree. Whatever "ghosts" are, they can change "their" shape into whatever "it" wants to. My dreams are often just informative. What do the "ghosts" do in my dreams? I guess because of the "terror" I feel, I don't stick around to watch "them" complete themselves into whatever shape they are becoming.... since this is a reacurring dream, I have vague recollections of ONCE watching this process with fascination... must have been in childhood BEFORE I learned to be scared. ?? You're not scared of ghosts, so this must seem really odd. The last time I recall having this particular dream, there was a child at my job that seemed very shy and didn't play with other kids. The other kids didn't treat her bad; basically left her alone when she didn't join in at recess. I can't even explain HOW this child was able to tell me about the ghost in her house -I found out in many small conversations where I was just trying to get her to play. First she acted curious about the ghost, but my overall impression was that she was a scared kid and needed real kid friends. This ghost appeared to her as a little kid. I cringe at this now, but I had very little time to help her. I told her that the "ghost" was not a "lost little boy" that wanted to be her friend. I told her to ask it to look like "Mickey mouse" next time she saw it. And I went on playing and talking with other real children. Maybe she just needed someone to listen to her. š All I know is after that, she smiled more, and started playing with other kids. Part of me cringes, because NONE of this was "private". It was on a playground and any kid could have gone home and told their parents, and I can see a parent getting angry about it. I couldn't just tell the child that we couldn't talk about this.... and somehow, changing the subject didn't work.
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Post by casper on Dec 24, 2016 19:22:44 GMT -6
Wow! That's a cool ghost story. Maybe the ghost really did start to look like mickey mouse and maybe that's why the little girl started smiling and playing with the other kids. Maybe the mickeyt mouse ghost made her happy but the little lost boy ghost didn't. I would be happy if a mickey mouse ghost showed up at my house.
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Post by jcurio on Dec 27, 2016 0:08:15 GMT -6
Wow! That's a cool ghost story. Maybe the ghost really did start to look like mickey mouse and maybe that's why the little girl started smiling and playing with the other kids. Maybe the mickeyt mouse ghost made her happy but the little lost boy ghost didn't. I would be happy if a mickey mouse ghost showed up at my house. well..... that's one way of look in' at it ......... š
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Post by casper on Dec 28, 2016 21:26:02 GMT -6
Jcurio is back!! Is that really you?? How come up above it says you are still deleted? I'm glad that you are back anyway. Now maybe you can tell me some more ghost stories.
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Post by casper on Dec 28, 2016 21:35:27 GMT -6
What happened to the picture of your weird footprint? Did you ever find out what it was?
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Post by jcurio on Feb 18, 2017 9:19:27 GMT -6
Dream last night _______________
"Beings".
"They" looked like white men with long hair and bearded faces, in a colorful jumpsuit that had robes with it. Glittering designs on the clothing. "Pretty people". Serious faces; but not angry or sinister looking. 5 to 10 of them fighting in the sky (like they each were standing on a little cloud and flying around). Lot of noise and explosions sounding, and people on the ground are watching and afraid.
I hear the commotion and I go outside. I have no idea what is going on. Some people are running away, some people are going for shelter in nearby houses (the neighborhood setting is my childhood home), and some are just standing and looking at the sky.
I raise my right hand, palm facing the sky, and I say "in the name of Jesus, leave". I wonder if I need to say it with more force, I wonder if I should be feeling "something", and I just say it again. I hear other people join in and say it with me.
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Post by jcurio on Feb 18, 2017 9:31:36 GMT -6
The "beings" change into large balls of light. I guess "orbs". The man wearing a bright green jumpsuit turned into the same colored "orb". A couple of them fly down towards me and I feel an instant of fear that "they" are going to strike me and I will be killed. I'm still saying the same thing. No urgency in my voice.
The first orb goes around me, and I see a "face" inside of it (confirming that is a changed being). The second orb that comes flying down, actually nudges me, but it just feels like someone bumping your elbow as they walk too closely by (I am surprised!). I look up again and the orbs are leaving in all different directions. They left.
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Post by jcurio on Feb 18, 2017 10:12:11 GMT -6
"They" left because we called on Jesus.
I don't feel relieved. I know that I just helped temporarily clear this area, and that "they" will be somewhere else.
I go looking for my children, and my girls appear to be young, grade school age. I'm happy to find them and let them continue to play with some other children. š ****** Notes from reality: Yesterday on TEOR I read several events on the orbs thread. I also saw on TEOR (on the Jesus thread) the picture someone thought was "Jesus" appearing in the sky. I think I also looked at that the day before.
Personal notes on the apparition in the sky? Not "Jesus", but understand how someone else seeing that in the sky and how it may be meaningful "timing" to them. That they were able to get a picture of it, and it developing, I am happy for the person. I want to leave it at that. It definitely looks like a person. š²
I do (already) think that "orbs" are beings. I didn't think about their "changebility" before this dream. Before THIS dream, I have seen (in dreams) things that are usually inanimate turn into "people" or beings of some sort . . . I have had that type of dream since childhood (that things aren't always what they seem).
I remember reading for the first time in the Bible, the verse about "if . . . the rocks cry out" and KNOWING that it was possible (in another place and time).
Things like this make it easier to understand why skeptics of UFO stuff say "people like me" are imaginative. š I am not "embarrassed" by THAT any longer. š
I think for me to dream about "orbs" is very unusual (but we know about my "memory") š š
There are "things" that I continue to view myself as "slow" about. š In as, for example, after seeing a movie like "close encounters" years ago, I still "think" seeing a "UFO" is seeing one of those hollywood versions of them. It has taken me a long time, especially with hearing other people talk about them, to accept the simple, moving white lights in the sky, as "ufos". š³ š¬
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Post by jcurio on Feb 18, 2017 10:31:42 GMT -6
What happened to the picture of your weird footprint? Did you ever find out what it was? No I did not. I have a pair of very comfy shoes (water shoes - just a bit better than barefoot) that can make a "print" like that (the outlining of the toes and such). I have seen my OWN print of that in the mud . . . But it's not the same. The "print" you are talking about had more toes, not in any way able to be superimposed with these shoes, and much larger than my own foot! (I did do the size comparison immediately). Back then I did not have the 5 foot tall fence. Recently, outside the fence, I saw a print of a large buck (and again compared my own foot size). š² Men's tennis shoes, I wear a size 7 1/2. So not tiny feet. I have felt more safe in the house I live in now, than any I have been in. Part of that is my age and knowledge? Lol. The print you are talking about was right outside 3 large, ceiling to floor windows. If you recall, the "timing" of that print was for me and others. š (I just have to get on my ancient laptop to put that pic back up).
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Post by jcurio on Jun 15, 2017 9:31:48 GMT -6
Dreaming LOTS.
Very detailed, and seemingly long "stories".
This is happening specifically right before I wake up in the morning (without using an alarm clock). It is my understanding (?) that THIS progression of how I seem to be sleeping, with the seemingly DEEP sleep at the end of the night cycle, is the most "restful" for me. š
I have less interruptions at night. But part of that is that I am doing over 8 hours of physical activity (yard work and such) every day, not napping, and being super tired when I lay down (can ignore the occasional night noises).
Body so stiff and tired that it is not unusual to wake up in the same position that I fell asleep in.
I wake up with that "brain fog" that comes from the instant transition from deep sleep to wakefullness. BECAUSE of talking about these dreams on TEOR, help from my friends here, and my faith in Jesus Christ, I am no longer depressed in the mornings directly after having nightmares. š š ****
I wish that I could "explain" the amount and content of what I am dreaming.
A couple of them have their settings in the Present, and I seem to be lucid enough to change things like the decor and blueprint of a house. But then one of my kids will make "an appearance" in their child form. ?
Even in the horrible dreams, my kids are always as small children. This reminds me that this period of my life was when I was actively fearful for them, and was "rediscovering" events of my own childhood.
Also at this time, 2003 to the present, I had greatly decreased using anything (alcohol mainly) to "numb" myself and particularly "cut - out" my friends that were "partiers". *******
I also (again) have these small, circular bruises on the undersides of my arms. I am trying to relate that with the physical labor I have been doing.
However, it is a bit harder to explain the indentation on my left bicep that appears to be from a strap. I DO look for this "indentation" on other womens' arms.... as if it might be normal muscle tone......
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Post by jcurio on Jul 5, 2017 17:10:33 GMT -6
Had one of my "angel dreams" early this morning. The type of dream where I seem to be initially part of the action, and then I somehow "move" into a (invisible) position as an observer?
Lack of word what to call them (these dreams) - not exactly "bi-location".
And it seems that when I "become the Invisible Being", I'm trying to stop a crime, or save someones' life, or INFORM people of a crime that has happened, or something altruistic...
Yeah, yeah, I could be "trying" to get in tune with my "higher self", via dreams, and NOT LISTENING to myself when awake- - but I kind of doubt it. š
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Post by jcurio on Jan 22, 2018 17:45:15 GMT -6
Finally; a deep sleep last night into this morning. Iāve been extra tired since my recent road trip, but hadnāt done this deep, ācatch-upā type of sleep. š ********
Dreamed about āaliensā attacking the planet of Earth. First big āshipsā. And then small ones able to drop off an alien on the street. Chaos every where. I prayed out loud, asking for protection from Jesus, and somehow I was invisible to āthemā..... I still had to watch out to not get hit by them or trajectories from explosions. I was painfully aware that I couldnāt help any one, and it was only a matter of time before I got injured.
So, really kind of amazing that I was sleeping so soundly during this dream. ? Woke up unafraid. āIt was just a dreamā.
The ābeingsā were very skinny and spindley. Height of a human and four limbs. Had a diamond shaped head like a praying mantis and that very thin body style of a mantis, without the extra protrusions looking like a ācapeā. No antennae but definitely insect-looking. They were a color of a pretend hand gun- that blue gray metal color? Donāt think that the diamond shaped head was a helmet. Like any of this matters.... LOL.
They could jump and land safely from heights (just like an insect), but they werenāt getting squished. The dead ones I saw were just stuck to a wall in a āfrozenā position.
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Post by jcurio on Feb 18, 2018 23:32:03 GMT -6
Started posting about a dream here.
My left ear ārangā.
My phone froze. (Had to turn off to unfreeze).
Iāve been hearing noises upstairs for about 20 minutes. The noises just stopped as I thought this.....
š²š¤Ŗ
Going upstairs to check on folks. āCanāt waitā! To find them sleeping soundly upstairs..... (sarcasm)
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Post by jcurio on Feb 18, 2018 23:54:52 GMT -6
Ok!
Iām gonna tell you that Iām not dreaming right now. And tell you that NO, it is not my āspidey senseā going off.
This is DIFFERENT. This is what I would call, part of being āon fire of the Lordā. And now my left ear is very loud!
No worries.
Going upstairs, that activity woke both of my dogs (they didnāt bark- just curious of what I am doing). The Husky was snoring right behind my chair before I went up. I had the gate up (dogs could not follow me).
Back downstairs and no more noises. Yes, the folks were sound asleep. My moms body appearing so tiny under the sheets, that I almost had to go in further to see.. but did not want to wake her (she does not sleep continuously most nights anyway). With that thought, considering going back upstairs to sleep up there.....
Once upstairs, after checking the folks, heard tiny ātinklingā noises. š It became a āfaint beeping signalā and briefly I considered it was outside the window. Began going around room to known electric gadgets that may be on... Iām calm. Not a phone. Not a kindle device. Oh. My dadās hearing aid inside itās airtight container, it quits ābeepingā as I open the container, but I take the battery out any way.
Iām NOT spooked. š
Earlier, I had found a part of my dadās hearing aid on the floor, and he thought he had the other part in his pocket.... while my folks were looking (after empty pocket) I smiled at my mom, and told her I was going downstairs, and I would pray... (other hearing aid lost IDK WHEN. I just recently started trying to help them keep track of the one!).
Smiling. WHEN was the part of the hearing aid found? Was it in the last 20 minutes? Did my mom or dad just find it and put it in the container?
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Going to bed.
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Post by jcurio on Feb 19, 2018 0:25:46 GMT -6
Trying to settle down now.
Not dreaming. But slight weird feeling like.... could I be?
Just sharing this experience, too.
When I took the hearing aid out of the container, I saw āsilver starsā in my vision, and that may be from low blood pressure, or the angle of my neck.
My room, directly below my parents; if I donāt put in ear plugs, I will hear them. Still thankful for hearing. š
This morning, was āwokenā abruptlyā from a dream. It was near 5 am so decided to get up. Instant recall of dream is gone. I carry my poodle to the back door, and as soon as I put him down and out he goes running and barking through the back yard. Unusual (rabbit or raccoon probably). Even while he is peeing, heās still going off! So at 5 am Iām yelling (?) out the back door for him to get in here! ? Almost have to go get him.
This is the second time lately that I have been woken āabruptlyā. Just entered my mind, that these arenāt the same āsubtleā warnings that Iāve talked about lately.... also 2 warnings, so now 4? These donāt feel like āwarningsā. Just strange.
Like I said, I went to church today. Came home and took a nap. ? Itās been a great day. So was yesterday. Yesterday took the Husky walking for an hour. Felt great.
I was on āpageā this morning. In other words, prayer went well (I actually detest praying out loud with other people present š). When the words ājust flowā out loud, special times like today, thatās what I mean about āon fire with the Holy Spiritā. Even during different people speaking, āfeeling that fireā that makes me āshiverā. š
The ānapā is what makes me wonder about last night.... I totally was āoutā for 4 hours. When I woke, I wondered what day it was.
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Post by jcurio on Feb 23, 2018 10:23:16 GMT -6
Awwww, to be somewhat normal. š
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Right before I woke up this morning I was dreaming that I was cleaning my grandparents old farm house. They have not lived there since I was 13. š
This is NICE! (I have tentative plans to clean my parents bedroom today and talked about this last night with my mom).
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Post by jcurio on Feb 26, 2018 9:22:51 GMT -6
Last night I dreamed that I was visiting the home of some friends of my folks. The layout of the house was correct. There were a lot of people there, including my sister and my folks in their current ages. The part that stood out, was the daughter of the man that owns the house was there, and so very stressed. I kept trying to get her attention, and she was going through stuff in the house, and totally ignoring me! _________________ In real life, the man is a widower, and this daughter moved back home to care for him. Weāve known these people all my life, but this is the eldest daughter and I never knew her personally....
My mom was āchecking on herā. Donāt know when the last time was they talked, though.
So, praying for her. And my other friend that is caring for a widowed parent. š
I guess Iām supposed to appreciate the fact that I still have both parents.... it would actually be harder for me to care for one parent alone.
And, all the other cr__ in my dream (that doesnāt make any sense at all)? I wonder if there is some more āhouse cleaningā that I need to do in my own brain. ! Would these ādreamsā be even clearer??
Later today I will ask my mom when was the last time that she talked to these people. Decided not to mention āthe dreamā to my mom. (Though it may be worth mentioning that the last time I dreamed about this man, we found out he was having a surgery that day).
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Post by jcurio on Jun 20, 2018 10:20:07 GMT -6
Trying to remember to post my dreams. ***********
Early this morning I was dreaming about assisting the doctor that I used to work for.
We had this ābanterā going on, in the dream, in front of a patient, that we NEVER had. I mean, that as I was handing him things, like alcohol, and helping him get sterile gloves on, and keeping them sterile, we were talking about everything we were doing. Now, there was a āmethodologyā on how I handed him things, and took āsignalsā from him, but we didnāt talk in front of the patent. Sometimes he spoke one word, and I would hand him something.
This left my ātalkingā to the patient. Positioning the patient, explaining that I was there the whole time, and what we were going to do.š
In this dream, the patient was squirming in the headrest. She was nervous, but also had a neck condition that made it hard to hold her head at a certain angle for very long. It was a small procedure to be done in the office (in a chair much like what a dentist has) and I assisted in everything.
Right before he made a small cut, I was wondering to myself if her eye was numb enough. (We have eye drops for that.... small, quick, procedures... and the Dr. puts it in just before, and during).
She squirmed enough at him putting mild pressure on the eye, that I had to really hold her tight. (I wanted to stop him at this point. Or say something. Or grab the drops).
I never let āher goā. Held her firm, and he (the doctor) turned away from her, lowered the knife, and said to me : āyou are unreliableā.
WHAT!? I woke up in disbelief.
This event NEVER happened in real life. He never said such a thing to me (we actually were a pretty great team).
IF a patient squirmed this much, NATURALLY HE would stop what he was doing and we would put more drops in and talk with the patient. Sometimes he would have to decide that this particular patient needed a surgery setting and anesthesia.
So, who is calling me āunreliableā??
And using THIS setting was a total mistake. š
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Post by jcurio on Jul 11, 2018 7:31:20 GMT -6
Bad dream.... so much to it, thereās too much to tell all of it.
I started out as an adult in the dream. By the end of it, I was an adolescent. I was originally driving the car; near the end, I had been āhand-fightingā with a man in the back seat, and then jumped out of the car and ran. After running a block, I then went back to the car that was parked eskew in the street.... because my siblings were still in the car with the man. ā¹ļø
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Post by jcurio on Jul 11, 2018 7:50:24 GMT -6
Ok, hereās the weird part (one of many). The āmanā was someone I met at church just last Saturday. I went out with a team of 4 people witnessing.
Now, Iām not saying that this āreal manā is a man from my past. Nothing like that. What I am saying is, something he did on this past Saturday, bothered me. And a few days later, my mind blew it out of proportion. My level of ādistrustā is huge. ************* In the dream, the man had a gun (but obviously no intent to use it). He also had a small instrument that shot out small blue darts (in the use of it, he shot my sister in the neck, and I was able to make him also accidentally shoot himself by moving his hand suddenly). These darts had no effect on either of them. Near the end of the dream, he had a clear liquid-filled syringe that he was trying to stick me with, and thatās when I escaped the car.
Looking at the dream now, it is extremely preposterous! It amazes me that during, I couldnāt realize that it was a dream.
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Post by jcurio on Jul 11, 2018 8:10:51 GMT -6
Another weird part? This dream started out with my sister and I fist-fighting. One of three or four dreams that I have had lately, with this particular theme (fighting with my sister).
So, if you know my history with my sister, you know that we have VERBAL arguments. She has hit me a couple of times when we were young.
You know that she is a part of our household right now. Yes, I do get āirritatedā with her, but this level of anger (in my dreams) is shocking.
Again, blowing things out of proportion. š¤Ŗ _______________
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Post by jcurio on Jul 15, 2018 12:03:19 GMT -6
Wish I could help with your memory thing..but it seems to me that your brain or some part of you is trying to 'see' or remember something Read more: theedgeofreality.proboards.com/thread/1418/who-simplistic-solutions-jc?page=90#ixzz5LLYBlmiT********** It always seems to have something to do with my childhood. š And WHY I am having these type of dreams? You know; anything āabout aliensā? Maybe Iām just hearing that word too much on tv š __________ Dream last night. Again, I will keep it brief. Setting: my (for real) childhood church. A downstairs bathroom and the adjacent hallway and area for fellowship (dinners and the like). I went to this church (real life) for over 10 years. Canāt recall any bad or weird experiences here (real life). Dream (I donāt know I am dreaming). Me and one other person laying on the cold, white floor of the fellowship hall. All the walls and ceiling are white (hmmmmmmmm?). I either canāt move or have no desire to. Iām not afraid; just waiting for āmy turnā. An ordinary lady is running some sort of scanner over the person next to me (some man) and I see a picture in my own brain of where his āimplantā is located on his body. One implant. (Why am I picturing it?...I am wondering this right now only... in my dream I didnāt question). My turn for the lady to run some sort of scanner over me. Again, I see the picture/x-ray results in my own mind. Ummmmm, I have quite a few implants. More than one in my head and neck areas. And then Iām telling the lady that some of them cause me pain. _______ This is all I remember of this dream
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Post by jcurio on Jul 15, 2018 12:06:26 GMT -6
Oh, the āscannerā was small. Hand held. No noises or sensations from it.
The church bathroom? A community type. I used it before going into the fellowship area. Everything about the āsettingā looked normal.
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Post by jcurio on Oct 6, 2018 14:53:27 GMT -6
A dream of standing in line (I had last week). Very brief. Almost like āI wasnāt supposed to rememberā. That was the only anxiety I felt- like āwhy am I remembering this?ā on waking. A lot of adult people standing in several long lines. No music . No noise. Was there a āstuporā over all of us? An individual disquised as a human, with a clipboard in their hands, and calling out words, or names (I assume). I ācame toā consciousness of āmy surroundingsā as this being said āAzoreā. (Not the plural). Me and a man came forward; no one else. We were shown this word on the clipboard, so I saw how it was spelled. I woke up. The dream seemed especially real. Nothing else has been revealed. (In real life I often drive by a street named āAzureā) ? www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/m/pubmed/12940917/?
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Post by jcurio on Oct 6, 2018 15:00:47 GMT -6
Ok, so that maybe you all can help me āfigure this stuff outā.
Look at my dream this year of July 15, 2018.
On August 15, 2018, I was inside this church building (my childhood church) on this date, in the basement for counseling. Until I got there, I had no idea that this lady had her office in there! š²
My mom had told me that this counselor was NOT A member of her church.... but failed to mention where her office was located...
Weird.
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Post by jcurio on Oct 6, 2018 15:04:07 GMT -6
(The āazoreā thing stood out to me because the Iberian peninsula is also a location that Rh - blood is more ācommonā. Also, a language I studied was Portuguese..... and donāt know why). āāāāāāā-
Maybe iāll Get another clue in a month? š
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Post by jcurio on Nov 9, 2018 16:22:59 GMT -6
Just putting a small note here to see if it can trigger more memories later:
On a bus. With my mom. An aunt long dead. Risk. The only one wanting to stop the bus.... and being observed and talked about as I do so. š
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Post by jcurio on Nov 11, 2018 11:08:41 GMT -6
Dreams fade.
I was just talking on another thread about the feelings that dreams evoke.
Realizing, in the dream, while dreaming, that āit isnāt realā, DOES CHANGE how you feel in that moment. šš¤
In the last dream I posted (which I donāt remember much of now), the bus was getting ready to go off a small cliff (there were buildings below) with no driver.
I was frantically trying to get to the driverās seat to hit the breaks. I was blocked by my standing in the aisle real-life mother. And she was smiling (insanely).
The school bus went over the cliff and thud! Jolt! But landed on all 4 wheels, upright.
There was more to it, but a doozy of a dream in itself that this was how my āmomā was presented. And, my much dead (several years) Aunt was there to.
Iām always suspicious of ādead peopleā showing up in my dreams. Especially among the living. What kind of message is that? š
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