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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2012 1:28:45 GMT -6
It's an interesting one but I hate it when those come along without a set of instructions LOL
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Post by CitizenK on Apr 20, 2012 2:00:07 GMT -6
the infinity sign is often used for a symbol of wealth which can come in various ways, i.e. money, health, relief from something that's been a burden, etc. Also, just a thought that came to mind when I read this, maybe it was a section of DNA you were seeing??? Interesting nonetheless, and I for one do not believe in coincidences or the unexplained, it happened for a reason in my book...just have to figure out what that reason is. :/ Hope you find it. (btw, have you tried to meditate on it? Maybe that will help get some clarity)
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Post by auntym on Jul 10, 2012 14:08:51 GMT -6
i had something very unusual happen last night... i went to bed and some time later i looked to my left and there was a white orb (?) or light in my bedroom... i stared at it for a second and it blinked out... a few minutes later a second one showed up and then blinked out... my initial reaction was WTH ... followed by... oh crap... i don't know what it was... i was not scared, just curious ....it was not a dream, i was wide awake...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2012 15:22:39 GMT -6
i had something very unusual happen last night... i went to bed and some time later i looked to my left and there was a white orb (?) or light in my bedroom... i stared at it for a second and it blinked out... a few minutes later a second one showed up and then blinked out... my initial reaction was WTH ... followed by... oh crap... i don't know what it was... i was not scared, just curious ....it was not a dream, i was wide awake... OMG... it seems things of the paranormal variety are picking up for all of us again... ~hugz~
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Post by jarmen71 on Jul 22, 2012 18:10:25 GMT -6
i had something very unusual happen last night... i went to bed and some time later i looked to my left and there was a white orb (?) or light in my bedroom... i stared at it for a second and it blinked out... a few minutes later a second one showed up and then blinked out... my initial reaction was WTH ... followed by... oh crap... i don't know what it was... i was not scared, just curious ....it was not a dream, i was wide awake... I share your reaction of WTH followed by oh crap.... I have also dreampt of "God" before and the Devil many times. When I have them, it generally means that someone in my family is in distress and sometimes there are clues in the dream as to who. My grandmother who was considered a healer once told me. Be careful of your dreams. They are not always as they appear. If you are dreaming of a deceased loved one, see what it is about the person that you remember most. If you remember in life what their hands looked like or their smile, then the person in your dream is displaying those features, then they are real. If they display something that is not what you remember than it is a bad spirit trying to trick you.Oddly enough, when my grandmother passed away, I dreamed about her hands, that is what I remembered in life. We have the same hands. So now when she comes to me, i make her prove it by placing her hand next to mine. Perhaps your dream was telling you something even if you thought it was too brief to have meaning.
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Post by auntym on Jan 13, 2013 13:41:13 GMT -6
i had something unusual happen last night around midnight i was sitting in my family room watching tv and suddenly there was a slow flash of red between me & the tv... it came from the direction of my sliding glass door... that door does not face a street... i could see it for a few seconds... it wasn't a car back up light or any kind of car light & there wasn't anyone in my yard, because i would have seen them and my yard is fenced in... also no helicopter... the red wasn't solid ... there were some breaks in it... it sort of reminded me of the movement of THE FLASH except it was red... the closest thing i've seen to it was invisible ripple waves (like heat waves) moving from left to right ... i see small flashes of greens & blues in my house all the time , but this red was big... and i could see it for a few seconds... i'm puzzled... i've never seen that before...
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Post by auntym on Apr 25, 2013 13:58:27 GMT -6
i had something really strange happen to me when i went to bed around 4 AM ... i couldn't have been asleep for long, the next thing i remember i bolted straight up in bed and was shocked i did that, and was even more shocked i was alone... ... then, when i went to sleep again(which wasn't immediately) i dreamed i was on the computer, turned it off and turned around to leave the room and there was a man , dressed in a business suit, standing in back of me, i picked up a chair to protect myself and the chair went thru him, he was not solid... all i said was "who are you?" i don't remember anything after that...except i would swear on a stack of bibles i didn't get any sleep last night... today i feel groggy with little, if any, sleep... very strange...
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Post by skywalker on Apr 25, 2013 17:19:43 GMT -6
What kind of business suit? Was he a man in black?
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Post by auntym on Apr 25, 2013 21:41:06 GMT -6
What kind of business suit? Was he a man in black? he had a dark suit and a white shirt on... i don't know if he was a man-in-black or not, but, i do remember wondering about that... he just showed up in my very ordinary dream... last night was very strange for me
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2013 2:46:39 GMT -6
Sounds like a strange night for sure Auntym... ...creepy...
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Post by dawnoftime on Apr 27, 2013 3:33:11 GMT -6
Many abductees almost universally have sleep disorders to some extent I notice. Do the sleep disorders create directly or indirectly an imagined situation? Or are the debunkers who use this explanation too stupid to notice these people are rattled obviously about something, and they are watching their backs at certain times during the night. This in this field is called 'hyper vigilance'. Boy, Steve, that's me. I am so hypervigilant -- at all times -- that I get exhausted and I fall asleep from it at odd intervals. I am simply aware of everything in my environment. I have profound sensory sensitivities, psychic-type sensitivities, sensitivities to nature...It's like processing in a breif time what I think ,ost people process in a week. I like you chicken and egg observation about sleep disorders. I agree.
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Post by dawnoftime on Apr 27, 2013 3:42:18 GMT -6
LOL... that's an awesome dream auntym. That reminds me of the dream I had about the Angel of Death once. I woke up and he was looking at me with his scythe and everything, right? He said in this deep raspy voice, "It is your time!" I raised an eyebrow at him and said, "Really?" He hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "No..." in a comical tone. What a weird sense of humor I have... Oh, I laughed my a$$ off when I read this. I wrote on a different thread yesterday that I used to have dreams where something like a monster was chasing me and I would always turn around and say, "Wait! You don't have to chase me! I will be your friend and then you won't have to chase anyone..." Looking back I think this is so sweet, but also so funny -- the die-hard peace maker! LOL It just seemed so clear to me, even as a little child, that the reason something would chase you is if they were damaged emotionally in some way and that showing them love and compassion would help them blossom and take away their need to chase terrified little children in their dreams. ;D I have always been very deliberate and "logical" in my dreams. I have dreamed lucidly pretty much all my life -- until I got a head injury from a horse accident. Then I couldn't even remember my dreams, which bothered me greatly because I always had perfect recall of all my dreams. In one of those "weird brain occurrences" we don't understand, when I was a copetitive Muay Thai kickboxer and had my first ring fight, the woman I fought kept illegally hitting me in the back of the head. After that fight I could remember my dreams again! Yay! I don't recommend this method, though... ;D
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Post by bewildered on Apr 27, 2013 6:15:10 GMT -6
Oh, I laughed my a$$ off when I read this. I wrote on a different thread yesterday that I used to have dreams where something like a monster was chasing me and I would always turn around and say, "Wait! You don't have to chase me! I will be your friend and then you won't have to chase anyone..." Looking back I think this is so sweet, but also so funny -- the die-hard peace maker! LOL It just seemed so clear to me, even as a little child, that the reason something would chase you is if they were damaged emotionally in some way and that showing them love and compassion would help them blossom and take away their need to chase terrified little children in their dreams. ;D I have always been very deliberate and "logical" in my dreams. I have dreamed lucidly pretty much all my life -- until I got a head injury from a horse accident. Then I couldn't even remember my dreams, which bothered me greatly because I always had perfect recall of all my dreams. In one of those "weird brain occurrences" we don't understand, when I was a copetitive Muay Thai kickboxer and had my first ring fight, the woman I fought kept illegally hitting me in the back of the head. After that fight I could remember my dreams again! Yay! I don't recommend this method, though... ;D Your competitive fight experience reminds me of the first time I sparred with my former Kenpo instructor. I was very reluctant to take the offensive, which is why I think he decided to pay close attention to me on that particular day. He was a fair fellow and one of the rules of his dojo was as follows: only hit as hard as you yourself wish to be struck. During the course of our training he ordered me to attempt to strike him. I complied and somehow managed to land a blow on his right temple. His response was as fast as lightning and left me crumpled on the mat, gasping for air. He merely struck my solar plexus with two fingers (it was almost a tap, really). I'm sure you know what that can do. He begged my forgiveness afterward, because many moons earlier he had fought in amateur MMA matches. His trainer was a pretty hard fellow who would strike him in the temples and the shins in order to create more aggressive responses. He absolutely hated that so my relatively soft blow to the temple elicited an involuntary response. ;D
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2013 2:13:31 GMT -6
LOL BW... that's hilarious I'm laughing out loud right now. ;D ;D ;D
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Post by dawnoftime on Apr 28, 2013 8:09:06 GMT -6
i had something very unusual happen last night... i went to bed and some time later i looked to my left and there was a white orb (?) or light in my bedroom... i stared at it for a second and it blinked out... a few minutes later a second one showed up and then blinked out... my initial reaction was WTH ... followed by... oh crap... i don't know what it was... i was not scared, just curious ....it was not a dream, i was wide awake... I share your reaction of WTH followed by oh crap.... I have also dreampt of "God" before and the Devil many times. When I have them, it generally means that someone in my family is in distress and sometimes there are clues in the dream as to who. My grandmother who was considered a healer once told me. Be careful of your dreams. They are not always as they appear. If you are dreaming of a deceased loved one, see what it is about the person that you remember most. If you remember in life what their hands looked like or their smile, then the person in your dream is displaying those features, then they are real. If they display something that is not what you remember than it is a bad spirit trying to trick you.Oddly enough, when my grandmother passed away, I dreamed about her hands, that is what I remembered in life. We have the same hands. So now when she comes to me, i make her prove it by placing her hand next to mine. Perhaps your dream was telling you something even if you thought it was too brief to have meaning. I just have to say that was so touching. And true, I think. My grandparents, who were really my parents for all intents and purposes, do come to me in dreams and I know it's them when they hug me and I can feel their plump bodies! ;D I always love those visits. My grampa was very psychic. He had seen UFOs and believed in life elsewhere despite a conservative Christian upbringing and very little education as a sharecropper's son. He used to plant and fish by the zodiac, too, and was an organic gardener way before it was widespread or fashionable. So it is no surprise he come to me with messages in my dreams. He showed me my son's spirit before he was born -- if that makes any sense -- introduced us, really. I knew exactly who my son was going to be before he was born. My grampa and gramma have also come to me to tell me they brought certain people into my life. I don't know what to make of all this, since I don't think they are simply floating around preoccupied with my life, but some part of them sure lives in me.
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Post by dawnoftime on Apr 28, 2013 8:17:11 GMT -6
i had something really strange happen to me when i went to bed around 4 AM ... i couldn't have been asleep for long, the next thing i remember i bolted straight up in bed and was shocked i did that, and was even more shocked i was alone... ... then, when i went to sleep again(which wasn't immediately) i dreamed i was on the computer, turned it off and turned around to leave the room and there was a man , dressed in a business suit, standing in back of me, i picked up a chair to protect myself and the chair went thru him, he was not solid... all i said was "who are you?" i don't remember anything after that...except i would swear on a stack of bibles i didn't get any sleep last night... today i feel groggy with little, if any, sleep... very strange... I'm sorry, sweetie. It sounds like a lot of us have had a huge upswing in strange occurrences. I am hopeful this is ultimately a good thing. I went to watch a martial arts championship last night and things were WEIRD. Lots of little things, like people's tape coming unravelled from their hands under their boxing gloves and stuff -- but other things seemed significant to me: the referees kept acting confused and applying different rules in different bouts, competitors kept poking each other in the eye, one dislocated a thumb and another broke his foot. These are all really unusual things to have happen and they were all seeming to stem from people being unable to focus. As weird as it all was, I don't think most people put it all together as being very strange because they were really fuzzy, too. I had a guy beside me keep asking what just happened with a confused look. Makes me wonder about what people have been talking about in terms of some kind of "vibrational shift." Hmmmm...
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Post by dawnoftime on Apr 28, 2013 8:31:09 GMT -6
Oh, I laughed my a$$ off when I read this. I wrote on a different thread yesterday that I used to have dreams where something like a monster was chasing me and I would always turn around and say, "Wait! You don't have to chase me! I will be your friend and then you won't have to chase anyone..." Looking back I think this is so sweet, but also so funny -- the die-hard peace maker! LOL It just seemed so clear to me, even as a little child, that the reason something would chase you is if they were damaged emotionally in some way and that showing them love and compassion would help them blossom and take away their need to chase terrified little children in their dreams. ;D I have always been very deliberate and "logical" in my dreams. I have dreamed lucidly pretty much all my life -- until I got a head injury from a horse accident. Then I couldn't even remember my dreams, which bothered me greatly because I always had perfect recall of all my dreams. In one of those "weird brain occurrences" we don't understand, when I was a copetitive Muay Thai kickboxer and had my first ring fight, the woman I fought kept illegally hitting me in the back of the head. After that fight I could remember my dreams again! Yay! I don't recommend this method, though... ;D Your competitive fight experience reminds me of the first time I sparred with my former Kenpo instructor. I was very reluctant to take the offensive, which is why I think he decided to pay close attention to me on that particular day. He was a fair fellow and one of the rules of his dojo was as follows: only hit as hard as you yourself wish to be struck. During the course of our training he ordered me to attempt to strike him. I complied and somehow managed to land a blow on his right temple. His response was as fast as lightning and left me crumpled on the mat, gasping for air. He merely struck my solar plexus with two fingers (it was almost a tap, really). I'm sure you know what that can do. He begged my forgiveness afterward, because many moons earlier he had fought in amateur MMA matches. His trainer was a pretty hard fellow who would strike him in the temples and the shins in order to create more aggressive responses. He absolutely hated that so my relatively soft blow to the temple elicited an involuntary response. ;D Ohhhh ;D (wipes tear of laughter from eye) I know exactly what you mean! When you are trained that way the deep response memories just assert themselves. When I was competing and training on my co-ed team I had a young guy who would always kick me in the ribs so hard with a roundhouse kick I would almost throw up from pain. I got very good at catching that kick and then blasting him with a left cross, knocking him down. He was known for sparring too roughly and it was silently understood that if we could "rein him in" so to speak, that we should do so. Later I had a student who had the predictable "spar with the instructor" jitters that makes people hit or kick too hard and when they went for that roundhouse to the ribs "bang" they were on the floor. I wrung my hands over that for weeks I felt so bad. I think that you being hesitant to strike that first lesson is very rare and says a lot about you. I think you must be a very good student and a cautious, humble learner. I admire you for that. I hope you still practice! You are a good ambassador.
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Post by bewildered on Apr 29, 2013 10:59:48 GMT -6
I think that you being hesitant to strike that first lesson is very rare and says a lot about you. I think you must be a very good student and a cautious, humble learner. I admire you for that. I hope you still practice! You are a good ambassador. I appreciate the kind words. Larry was an anomaly in Kenpo - it's not a standardized form, really, being a hodge-podge of what some people think it should be. Larry was schooled in Tae Kwon Do, Okinawan karate, and Chinese boxing. He incorporated the discipline of his Okinawan roots into the dojo, so his instruction was very traditional, focusing on self-discipline and inner calm. You could see it in the buckets of sand, gravel, and abrasive boards he had all around the dojo. Transforming your hands and even fingers into iron is a grueling process (we punched sand, gravel, and roped boards over and over again), and that combined with a wide variety of submission holds and very brutal strikes to vulnerable areas made me somewhat uncomfortable at first. There were elements of employing your opponent's momentum...I saw that in action when Larry was absent one day. A number of his brown belts instructed class, and one of the student-instructors had an incident with a trial student (anyone who wished to be a student had to undergo a three-month trial period in which Larry decided whether he desired you as a student...but it also worked the other way around). The rules of the dojo were quite clear: hit as hard as you yourself wished to be hit. We paired up with partners, and the senior student instructor, a petite lady in her early 40s, squared off with a mountainous fellow (he was in his first trial week). We sparred with one another, and the placidity of the dojo was interrupted by a blood-curdling cry. Apparently this guy thought he could overpower her (she was rather short, mind you), so he attempted to tackle her! I caught the tail-end of it. That gorilla lunged at her, and in response she literally threw him across the dojo, where he crashed into the wall and actually fell through to the other side. I kid you not. At the start of every class, we spent several minutes kneeling Japanese-style, silently meditating while Larry spoke to us. He usually talked about the Tiger and the Dragon...the Tiger, the reactive brute, strong and powerful...and the Dragon, the state where you anticipate and decide how to act. He could show us the Tiger, but the Dragon was something we had to discover for ourselves. I miss him. The Tiger/Dragon dichotomy is very popular in Chinese martial arts.
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Post by dawnoftime on Apr 29, 2013 21:37:41 GMT -6
I think that you being hesitant to strike that first lesson is very rare and says a lot about you. I think you must be a very good student and a cautious, humble learner. I admire you for that. I hope you still practice! You are a good ambassador. I appreciate the kind words. Larry was an anomaly in Kenpo - it's not a standardized form, really, being a hodge-podge of what some people think it should be. Larry was schooled in Tae Kwon Do, Okinawan karate, and Chinese boxing. He incorporated the discipline of his Okinawan roots into the dojo, so his instruction was very traditional, focusing on self-discipline and inner calm. You could see it in the buckets of sand, gravel, and abrasive boards he had all around the dojo. Transforming your hands and even fingers into iron is a grueling process (we punched sand, gravel, and roped boards over and over again), and that combined with a wide variety of submission holds and very brutal strikes to vulnerable areas made me somewhat uncomfortable at first. There were elements of employing your opponent's momentum...I saw that in action when Larry was absent one day. A number of his brown belts instructed class, and one of the student-instructors had an incident with a trial student (anyone who wished to be a student had to undergo a three-month trial period in which Larry decided whether he desired you as a student...but it also worked the other way around). The rules of the dojo were quite clear: hit as hard as you yourself wished to be hit. We paired up with partners, and the senior student instructor, a petite lady in her early 40s, squared off with a mountainous fellow (he was in his first trial week). We sparred with one another, and the placidity of the dojo was interrupted by a blood-curdling cry. Apparently this guy thought he could overpower her (she was rather short, mind you), so he attempted to tackle her! I caught the tail-end of it. That gorilla lunged at her, and in response she literally threw him across the dojo, where he crashed into the wall and actually fell through to the other side. I kid you not. At the start of every class, we spent several minutes kneeling Japanese-style, silently meditating while Larry spoke to us. He usually talked about the Tiger and the Dragon...the Tiger, the reactive brute, strong and powerful...and the Dragon, the state where you anticipate and decide how to act. He could show us the Tiger, but the Dragon was something we had to discover for ourselves. I miss him. The Tiger/Dragon dichotomy is very popular in Chinese martial arts. I really enjoy your stories! They take me back, too. Oh, my first Master,, Woo Jong Lim, was very Old School. In general he wasn't greatly supportive of women in the dojo (cough cough). But he had a student named Theresa who was a black belt. She was very inspiring to my sister and I. Like my sister, she was very slender and willowy and quiet, unassuming. Additionally, at that time, she was in her teens, I believe. Some huge guy assaulted her outside the dojo and she fought him off and got the better of him. I have had many discussions with men who have felt that women have no place in MMA (something I follow when I can watch the fighters who are real martial artists and have the dragon/tiger wisdom). They say it's silly for women to want to fight and even sillier to give them air time for it. But a warrior is a warrior, as you know. I admire anyone who has disciplined their mind, body and spirit and come out a peaceful warrior. I remember once one of my martial arts students making some comment about how good it must feel to me to be "invincible." Boy, I gathered everyone around right away for that "teachable moment." ;D I said that my training was no guarantee I would not be harmed, but it was a guarantee that if I lived through it I would find a way to survive physically, emotionally and spiritually and eventually continue to find a way to flourish. As we all seem to know here, life hands you all kinds of unexpected things and you must decide how to deal with them as constructively as possible.
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Post by bewildered on Apr 30, 2013 8:22:49 GMT -6
You would've fit right in Larry's dojo. While his instructional methods and focus were definitely traditional, he wasn't a misogynist nor sexist. Many of his best and most trusted students were women (the brown belt above was his most senior student), and he taught that all battles are waged first in the mind. Thus, the Dragon might avoid conflict completely, whereas the Tiger would merely react with brute force. Some of our instruction dealt specifically with "street fighting," or common scenarios that often happen in real-life situations. His goal was to dispel the notion that all conflicts would happen as you might imagine that they would, and focus on initiative, or being in the moment. Windows of opportunity are brief, and sometimes, depending upon the circumstances, they might not exist at all. It is possible to create them, but that is a matter of the Dragon, not the Tiger.
His advice if you're confronted by someone pointing a shotgun at you: be nice. Very, very nice.
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Post by dawnoftime on Apr 30, 2013 9:10:01 GMT -6
You would've fit right in Larry's dojo. While his instructional methods and focus were definitely traditional, he wasn't a misogynist nor sexist. Many of his best and most trusted students were women (the brown belt above was his most senior student), and he taught that all battles are waged first in the mind. Thus, the Dragon might avoid conflict completely, whereas the Tiger would merely react with brute force. Some of our instruction dealt specifically with "street fighting," or common scenarios that often happen in real-life situations. His goal was to dispel the notion that all conflicts would happen as you might imagine that they would, and focus on initiative, or being in the moment. Windows of opportunity are brief, and sometimes, depending upon the circumstances, they might not exist at all. It is possible to create them, but that is a matter of the Dragon, not the Tiger. His advice if you're confronted by someone pointing a shotgun at you: be nice. Very, very nice. Yes, this all so true, BW. The two times I was attacked it was nothing like anything I had ever trained for. That flexibility of mind is so important. You just never know! And being very nice is a good tool to consider part of your martial arts training -- a real skill. I was aware during my younger days and then as a ring fighter that I was always fighting the mirror. The other person didn't even really exist, except as a sacred opportunity to work things out within myself, and as such they deserved my humble thanks and respect. I have had so many people scratch their heads and say, "Dawn, you are so peaceful and so kind. I am really stumped about why you fight. Isn't that violent?" and I try to explain I am simply striving with myself to be better all the time -- kai zen -- neverending improvement. What two participants are to each other is a means to test, to draw from impossibly deep sources. It is so fun to talk about this with you, BW! To bring the discussion back to the dream realm. I had always, as I said, been chased by monsters and people since childhoosd and truned to face them hoping for a more compassionate outcome. When I started Muay Thai training I started having dreams where my skills were tested. I would try to talk my way into a more positive scenario in my dreams, but some voice would say, "You must use your other skills." So I would fight in my dream and "lose." After I got my black belt I started "winning" in my dreams -- but only after I lucidly realized in my dreams that whatever was chasing or attacking me in my dream was some part of me. I think I mentioned I ran free Muay Thai classes for women who were domestic abuse survivors. As I'm sure you know, unlike Taekwondo, Muay Thai is all about constant, fluid movement. I felt this was important for people to learn since they were used to freezing emotionally and physically in threatening situations. Many times they would emotional struggle as they literally moved through painful memories and fears. When they would come to me and tell me that training was affecting their dreams I knew they had made enormous breakthroughs. I was so proud of them!
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Post by bewildered on Apr 30, 2013 14:08:59 GMT -6
Without browsing back through the forum to check, I'm not sure if I've shared some of my most compelling dreams here. Mine would make excellent science fiction horror stories as they typically revolve around something beyond my control destroying everything that I know. In the most extreme cases, something beyond my control is destroying things that are utterly strange to me. Most of my dreams - when they are populated with other people - involve people I don't recognize from life. It's possible that I've seen them before in waking life since I've traveled extensively during my life, from birth to the present day. From shape-shifting horrors to very bizarre viruses, I'm the last thing to fall, or be killed, or perish. Dreams of crushing loss are another staple. These seem to mirror the transitory nature of my life, which during my childhood at any rate was involuntary. I moved because I had no choice in the matter...but once I progressed into adulthood, I moved because I was restless. I traveled to and fro because that was what I knew. I laugh when people ask "where are you from?" The answer is very complicated. I spent my childhood mostly in the Southeast Pacific (Japan and Okinawa), my teens in Europe, and my adulthood all over the continental United States. That's a mouthful.
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Post by dawnoftime on Apr 30, 2013 18:18:27 GMT -6
Without browsing back through the forum to check, I'm not sure if I've shared some of my most compelling dreams here. Mine would make excellent science fiction horror stories as they typically revolve around something beyond my control destroying everything that I know. In the most extreme cases, something beyond my control is destroying things that are utterly strange to me. Most of my dreams - when they are populated with other people - involve people I don't recognize from life. It's possible that I've seen them before in waking life since I've traveled extensively during my life, from birth to the present day. From shape-shifting horrors to very bizarre viruses, I'm the last thing to fall, or be killed, or perish. Dreams of crushing loss are another staple. These seem to mirror the transitory nature of my life, which during my childhood at any rate was involuntary. I moved because I had no choice in the matter...but once I progressed into adulthood, I moved because I was restless. I traveled to and fro because that was what I knew. I laugh when people ask "where are you from?" The answer is very complicated. I spent my childhood mostly in the Southeast Pacific (Japan and Okinawa), my teens in Europe, and my adulthood all over the continental United States. That's a mouthful. Those dreams are so sad, BW. I, too, have travelled extensively throughout the world and I often dream of the other places I have been. Far more, in my significant dreams, than I dream of the U.S. Interesting...
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Post by bewildered on May 2, 2013 15:18:06 GMT -6
One recurring dream I had during my teens involved the shape-shifting horror. In the first occurrence, I found myself in the parlor of a large and very dimly lit Victorian-style house. I was in the midst of a group of people chatting in small groups of two or three...and like many of my dreams that have a social element, I was sitting by myself listening to the others and observing whom, in the dream anyway, I knew to be the hostess of this gathering.
She was a very tall, youngish-looking woman with golden blonde hair that spilled in a flood of curls upon her shoulders. She was dressed like an old-fashioned school marm, very Spartan and wearing a gray and overly modest dress (the hem touched her ankles, and the neckline was buttoned up all the way to her throat). She had an almost sullen look on her cherubic visage (her features resembled a porcelain doll), and was slumped in a comfy chair, staring off into empty space.
She suddenly stood up and excused herself from the group. I was alarmed by this announcement, and watched as she strode down a dark hallway. I could almost discern what was happening, and I felt a sense of dread growing in my mind. She stopped, turned around, and started walking back. As she moved, her eyes started to blaze with an orange light, and her irises turned black as pitch. I saw her grow even taller, and as she did, her features disappeared into a blackness that was tangible...like a living thing. She was almost like a hole in reality.
I remember bolting up off of my seat and shouting to everyone in the room. I don't recall what I said, but I remember how no one seemed to either hear me, or care. As this thing emerged from the hallway it lunged into the midst of the gathering. I remember leaping backward as it entered, and when I did that, a floor lamp behind me crashed through a window facing the outdoors.
This thing is difficult to describe. It had no discernible features save the blazing eyes and a maw full of gleaming white fangs. It began to tear people apart like a cyclone of death, a black void in the center of fountains of gushing blood and horrible screams. I frantically tried to pull people out of its reach, and screamed for them to jump out of the window and run. Some people just seemed to stand there transfixed, but a collection of about six or seven responded to me, and I followed the last one out.
I found myself with the group, running through a suburban neighborhood at night. I remember seeing a young girl walking toward us, illuminated by the light of a street lamp, and screamed for everyone to get away from her. The little girl morphed into the void horror, and it managed to overtake a few stragglers, tearing them to bloody shreds.
We were running across a baseball diamond, ostensibly in the same neighborhood (it's difficult to tell since like in many of my dreams, I would shift from one circumstance into another seamlessly). An old man emerged from behind a dugout, and once again I called the alarm to run like hell. The horror swiftly closed the distance between us, killing the others in the group as I ran. I had the sense that it was saving me for last, because I finally stopped running and turned to face it. It was just too fast...there was no way I could outrun it. The last thing I remember before waking were the gleaming fangs.
This thing appeared in dreams of a similar nature later on, and I eventually started calling it the Destroyer.
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Post by dawnoftime on May 2, 2013 18:46:55 GMT -6
One recurring dream I had during my teens involved the shape-shifting horror. In the first occurrence, I found myself in the parlor of a large and very dimly lit Victorian-style house. I was in the midst of a group of people chatting in small groups of two or three...and like many of my dreams that have a social element, I was sitting by myself listening to the others and observing whom, in the dream anyway, I knew to be the hostess of this gathering. She was a very tall, youngish-looking woman with golden blonde hair that spilled in a flood of curls upon her shoulders. She was dressed like an old-fashioned school marm, very Spartan and wearing a gray and overly modest dress (the hem touched her ankles, and the neckline was buttoned up all the way to her throat). She had an almost sullen look on her cherubic visage (her features resembled a porcelain doll), and was slumped in a comfy chair, staring off into empty space. She suddenly stood up and excused herself from the group. I was alarmed by this announcement, and watched as she strode down a dark hallway. I could almost discern what was happening, and I felt a sense of dread growing in my mind. She stopped, turned around, and started walking back. As she moved, her eyes started to blaze with an orange light, and her irises turned black as pitch. I saw her grow even taller, and as she did, her features disappeared into a blackness that was tangible...like a living thing. She was almost like a hole in reality. I remember bolting up off of my seat and shouting to everyone in the room. I don't recall what I said, but I remember how no one seemed to either hear me, or care. As this thing emerged from the hallway it lunged into the midst of the gathering. I remember leaping backward as it entered, and when I did that, a floor lamp behind me crashed through a window facing the outdoors. This thing is difficult to describe. It had no discernible features save the blazing eyes and a maw full of gleaming white fangs. It began to tear people apart like a cyclone of death, a black void in the center of fountains of gushing blood and horrible screams. I frantically tried to pull people out of its reach, and screamed for them to jump out of the window and run. Some people just seemed to stand there transfixed, but a collection of about six or seven responded to me, and I followed the last one out. I found myself with the group, running through a suburban neighborhood at night. I remember seeing a young girl walking toward us, illuminated by the light of a street lamp, and screamed for everyone to get away from her. The little girl morphed into the void horror, and it managed to overtake a few stragglers, tearing them to bloody shreds. We were running across a baseball diamond, ostensibly in the same neighborhood (it's difficult to tell since like in many of my dreams, I would shift from one circumstance into another seamlessly). An old man emerged from behind a dugout, and once again I called the alarm to run like hell. The horror swiftly closed the distance between us, killing the others in the group as I ran. I had the sense that it was saving me for last, because I finally stopped running and turned to face it. It was just too fast...there was no way I could outrun it. The last thing I remember before waking were the gleaming fangs. This thing appeared in dreams of a similar nature later on, and I eventually started calling it the Destroyer. I'm proud of you for turning around. What a horrible dream.
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Post by auntym on May 2, 2013 21:46:15 GMT -6
WOW...WOW...WOW... what a nightmare bewildered... i would've been afraid to go to sleep the next night...
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Post by lois on May 2, 2013 22:57:13 GMT -6
This is so strange as I had a similar dream just a few weeks ago. Not sure what this horrible creature was but is was chasing people all up and down the streets tearing them apart .. I keep running trying to warn others and they would run with me . Before it got close I woke up. I mean this looked like NYC. High skyscrapers and all. Pure daylight. I wish I could remember it to describe it.
Auntym . I did not go back to sleep for an hour. Got up and went into my kitchen . Sat at the table for awhile. By this time I forgot what the monster resembled. I always forget dreams on wakening but not one like this. It sticks. I remember it could leap and pounce.. like a cat. but it was not a giant cat.. more human like I think.. I know in the dream I felt it was something demonic ..
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Post by CitizenK on May 2, 2013 23:00:48 GMT -6
Ok first of all, I was scared just reading this...and you have to live it in your dream world, YIKES!!! Second, it reminds me of the show Supernatural, they always bring up all of the mythical, legendary, or just plain ole urban legend type creatures to have to fight off..or hunt down rather. And this one sounds very familiar to something I've seen in one of those episodes. (I'm an avid watcher of this particular show) I will look it up, because most of these creatures portrayed are of legend and lore just as deities and the likes. Anyway, I keep thinking of shape shifters and wendigos off the top of my head, but I'll look into it if you'd like. On the other hand you might just assume to not know there is lore out there about such a creature, so I'll leave it up to you.
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Post by CitizenK on May 2, 2013 23:14:22 GMT -6
Ah, I think it was a skin walker I'm thinking of!
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Post by lois on May 2, 2013 23:16:34 GMT -6
Bewildered ... I do not have a dream thread on here but now and then I read one like yours .. True nightmare.... this is the type I remember of my dreams and do not post them..Seems like the teens is when I would have these type dreams the most. . Do you still have dreams like this today? I surely hope not...
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