Paulette's Dreaming

[paulette]

Nother dream. I was at a conference but there was confusion about whether some of the classes I had signed up for would run. I was initially concerned that I wouldn't have enough credit to graduate? Finish? Whatever. Meanwhile I was pregnant. I wasn't sure I LOOKED PREGNANT (I actually look fat and I'm old) but then I went into light labor. Everyone said, oh just walk around...nothing with happen for a long time.

It appeared that I had a small plane to catch - someone had given me a ticket but it was unclear to me where the plane left from or where it was going or WHAT the ticket was for.

I think this dream metaphor might be about "getting one's ticket punched" - dying. There was no fear or concern other than my usuall ADD confusion about where and when to be. (I'll be late for my own funeral?) I'm not depressed folks (no one seems to think so anyway) but I think the coming baby is me being reborn. Just a thought. If its true, I'm going to ask my husband to notify everyone that I've left the planet via FB or whatever. He'll be able to get on on my computer because I leave the passwords shortcutted.

And nothing will happen for a long time anyway.

[paulette]

Second dream, two days later about catching a small plane. I knew I was supposed to leave on a plane (had a ticket) but didn't know where ...seemed to have enough time to get ready so I wandered across the street to get some food, was playing with some kids there, food came and I realized "Oh my gosh...Ive got a plane to catch".

Then I got lost ...wandered farther and farther away from where I was supposed to be. Would get trapped in rooms and have to backtrack...Now I'm really late - not a chance of catching that flight out and ...

along come a blonde strong man, obviously looking for me and he scoops me up and off we go. As I woke up I thought - he parachuted me to where I needed to catch the plane. Next thought - was this a parachute - or wings?

Overall feeling was that I was very relieved. No purse, no ID, no phone numbers, no phone, no luggage - clothes etc, no surfboard or wetsuit (I'm dimly aware in dreams that I should have these). Just arriving in time to leave.

PS. Began a medication that doubles for adult ADD and depression/anxiety. One dose so far, no negative side effects, the squelch in my brain might be set a little higher - I'm not worrying about everything at the same time as much as I usually do. Tried of being in overwhelm and feeling like the bear is just around the corner (or wolf, or werewolf or whatver). To be continued...

[Morgan Sierra]

I often have dreams about being in school and forgetting where my classes are or when they are supposed to be held and I keep getting further and further behind in my school work and I'm worried that I will get a failing grade because there is no way I will ever be able to make it up because I can't find the stupid classes. Don't know why I have dreams like that. Most of the time when I was in school I would just show up and put my sunglasses on and go to sleep until the bell rang.

I wonder how taking medication would affect dreams...or if it does at all? Just a thought that popped into my brain just now.

[paulette]

Someone told me last night that a co-worker of hers - who was a counsellor - had very intense dreams while taking the same medication I am taking - Welburtrin (same thing people take to try to quit smoking). My dreams aren't nightmares happily.

OK - another day later. All my dreams are apparently intense now. More dopamine in my brain.

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Nov 12, 2014 10:14:22 GMT -6 paulette said:

Nother dream. I was at a conference but there was confusion about whether some of the classes I had signed up for would run. I was initially concerned that I wouldn't have enough credit to graduate? Finish? Whatever. Meanwhile I was pregnant. I wasn't sure I LOOKED PREGNANT (I actually look fat and I'm old) but then I went into light labor. Everyone said, oh just walk around...nothing with happen for a long time.

It appeared that I had a small plane to catch - someone had given me a ticket but it was unclear to me where the plane left from or where it was going or WHAT the ticket was for.

I think this dream metaphor might be about "getting one's ticket punched" - dying. There was no fear or concern other than my usuall ADD confusion about where and when to be. (I'll be late for my own funeral?) I'm not depressed folks (no one seems to think so anyway) but I think the coming baby is me being reborn. Just a thought. If its true, I'm going to ask my husband to notify everyone that I've left the planet via FB or whatever. He'll be able to get on on my computer because I leave the passwords shortcutted.

And nothing will happen for a long time anyway.

Weird. i thought of YOU and this particular subject recently- how maybe a year or so ago (?) you talked about how we would be notified if anything happened to you?

NOTE: I thought of this ONLY in relation to myself ; How would I notify you guys if something happened to me. Okay?

I think *we* have these kind of thoughts because there is a lot going on in our lives that is unexpected. so, our rationale is to be ready for the worst, but yet dying right now just might be a relief . (??).

Thinking of us in the midst of being "overwhelmed", is really sweet, Paulette.

You don't sound suicidal, or needy (wanting special attention).

Hang in there!

[paulette]

Another series of dreams about trying to find the lecture hall where my class is, having missed the first two or so class meets. Old University nightmare material - but I'm obviously thinking I have more to learn (and should show up for it).

This morning though a real duzzy. I was relieved to get up even though I would have liked to sleep in a little more. I was in a house that is the dream version of the house I used to live in when in my previous marriage (about 30 years ago). I loved the house but it felt haunted to me - noises, an old lady that was actually visible to a 4 year old guest staying with us...Anyway.

The dream version of this house is anything but reassuring. There is stuff GOING ON in it that is not good. Sort of Steven King vibes, feelings, and only later manifestations.

I was aware that the lower section of the house had leaks and water - it was deteriorating but still livable (sort of). I had Lorelei and Skywalker visiting me. Well - I talk to both of them a lot; they are in my mind. I wondered for a moment where amy was but this didn't seem to be in her time dimension. (I donno).

They were going to stay downstairs and there were lots of rooms and beds so I settled them in. But it felt creepy to me down there, and pretty soon they came up into the room where I was and said THEY WEREN'T SLEEPING DOWN THERE! By then, the floor I was on was feeling increasingly odd as well. Poltergeist stuff - noises, things being moved around, bad vibes. We were sort of huddling together wondering what to do next, when I realized that someone/thing had mastered my computer and was bringing up weird stuff - and I couldn't stop it. Meanwhile, a small piece of plastic had broken or was broken into bits and it was launched at my head. I was slightly injured but very frightened (FINALLY). I woke up feeling very rattled.

The part I asked myself immediately upon awakening was - why didn't we all leave? Well, I believe the house is mental construct of mine which incorporates not-noticing, and not-allowing my realistic concern and fears to move me into another space. Last night I was sleepless (I'd had a LONG nap in my chair in the earlier part of the evening). I was on the computer, happily playing Scrabble when there occurred some obviously loud noises in our basement. I coughed loudly to let an intruder know that someone was awake. That really didn't seem like an adequate thing to do. But it happens ALL THE TIME and when we look, we found nothing (and we have looked). No sign of rodents or squirrels in the walls or anything like that. The basement door is always locked (Terry checks it right before we go to bed). Nothing seems moved (it would actually difficult to say if anything HAD BEEN moved - it's a cluttered space.)

So last night I sat up at 1am with the sound of something/one/? moving around in my space. After I coughed - it got quiet. I wrote it off, but obviously my mind did not. It occurs to me as I type that the two people I put into my dream have all had in-house visitations without benefit of an open window or door.

[skywalker]

Interesting. I don't think I would want to sleep in a haunted house. I wouldn't mind going down there to investigate but sleep? No thank you.

I often have dreams very similar to the one you described about starting school and forgetting where the classes are or missing them and getting very behind in my school work. I don't recall that ever happening to me in real life although I did misplace one of my college classes for a couple of weeks. Still don't know what the heck happened there.

So you are dreaming about school and haunted houses? I wonder what the connection is? Hmmm...

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Of course I thought the same thing, Paulette. Your dream in reference to the sounds in your basement, in real life. I also thought about your comment to Randy's post, that you ignore these sounds now.

I thought to myself, "how often are these sounds happening?"

I still don't ignore the sounds in my house, even as I re-explain the cause of the noise(s) to myself.

I also have "bad feelings" attached to old houses (especially the one from over 10 yrs. ago I shared with my kid's dad) that I have lived in. When I dream about them, it is extra bad, and I'm always left wondering why do I dream this??

Can I assume that you have the door locked on your end because there is either another door to the outside down there, or windows? You haven't talked about crime or anything like that in your area. . . have you guys always locked it? or did you lock and check it more often as the noises became more bothersome?

I Wish I could say something reasonable. Make you feel better, somehow. Can one of your good girlfriends bunk up with you a couple of nights? For company, but for her to also hear these noises.

I'm not pooh-pooh-ing your gut reactions, ya know.

my sister now lives in my old childhood home (that my folks lived in for over 40 yrs.). Same house that the basement has always spooked me (including sensing something under the floor). While I lived there, I boarded up one of the 2 windows. The other had heavy metal shelves against it, and was visible from the street out front. My parents have always had a lot of stuff, but my mom can honestly claim her clutter is organized.

Anyway, I went over there before this past Christmass to look for my tree that my sister had in her house last year. Luckily, she only had 2 identical (green and red hard plastic) boxes and I found it within 20 minutes, in the basement. It was broad daylight, but she had so much crammed in there that I was getting creeped out. It didn't help me any that she puts her very shy cat down there while she goes to work! I constantly heard the cat walking around, but it stayed out of sight. I called to it, with no luck I thought, and then suddenly she was just sitting on a crate staring at me. ?

It may be time to clean out that basement.

I've gotten to where I don't even like to stack things that could be unsteady. My luck, one of them would fall with a WHAM, when I least expect it.

You don't need this extra kind of stress!

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I find that I'm still bothered by this 'noise issue'.

You, Paulette, have a "spidey sense", so I think it would be nice just to figure this out .

(BTW, nothing wrong about being vigilant about locked doors).

I've thought to myself; "what would I ever do if I was homeless?" There are enough houses in the general area that are for sale (or whatever) and sit empty that way for several years. Sometimes ones in obviously good condition board up their windows. I would have to be near a food source; like dumpsters behind grocery stores and restaurants. If I happened to have a flashlight, I would have to use it very minimally; both to be undetected and save batteries. Obviously I couldn't share my hideout with less-careful (?) homeless people or pets. ugh. Depressing subject.

so, what would quit making noise after hearing a cough??

I agree with you about finding "droppings". Most pests, rodents, pets, really don't care about eventually living in their own mess.

Supernatural things don't usually leave messes; including an occasional footprint in the dust. Do they react to a human cough by getting quiet?

Speaking of dust, could you buy something like baby powder and find a time to secretly distribute it in the basement, especially near windows or doors?

IF some person has found a way into your heated basement for minimal time refuge, they probably have been very careful about observing you and your husbands schedules around the house. They may even think you guys are hard of hearing (you'd know that in my house just by the volume of the TV).

that being said, I now live in a newer house, I sleep with my parents bedroom directly above me, and some noises are hard to explain. Even with knowing that temperature flux and humidity changes make wood, glass, plastic, etc. make weird noises.

I'll tell you, I'm less inclined to believe a "supernatural" reason. Buts that's from personal experience only. And that's going with the idea that "supernatural noises" happen in haunted houses, even when no one is around .

[paulette]

Thanks for the input folks. The house appears to be secure - the basement/downstairs is locked and the two small windows are locked. The noises at night are often upstairs at night. The front door is always locked and there are no easy access windows. (And they are locked and have denses accumulations of flower pots in them - which are not disturbed). The back patio door has an iron rod in the track in addition to being locked. We are pretty scruplous about all that. I had someone take things from my car a few years ago - I left a back door open as it was a cold window and all the door locks (automatic) were freezing shut. They took a suitcase on wheels, left my clothes folded careful nearby with the little card that had been in it with my name and phone number and address. A neighbor called me and I retreived the items. I was greatful to get them back.

Anyway - I've not found things knocked over or moved or looking like someone was going through them. I have to assume that whatever it is, is beneign .

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Benign, but irritating .

Last night I was woken up by some sound (as if something dropped on a wooden floor) directly next to my bed. I have carpeted floors but wooden bookshelves nearby (3 tier- short) so I naturally looked to see if anything had fallen over on a bookshelf. I'm sleeping again with one lamp on.

As in the past stories I've read of people immediately "crossing themselves" (funny how I never quite got what that phrase meant ), I immediately uttered "my protective phrase", rolled over, and went back to sleep.

I also have been dreaming quite a bit, and since I seem to have a slight TK ability, I'm aware that I could even disturb things in my sleep. Also unconsciously, as when I'm awake. (Insert a laugh here, I tried to turn off the TV from across the room with my mind the other day. I couldn't find the remote, and was comfortable sitting. It didn't work ).

Anyway, the 'reference' that none of us like, are those stoopid noises that often come with "the little scientists". More subtle than their 3 knocks or buzzing noises.

It seems that "poltergeist" or "haunting" noises tend to increase as they are noticed.

I love the story of Gef; even as I realize the probability of hoax.

gefmongoose.blogspot.com/p/the-story-of-gef.html
and
rationalwiki.org/wiki/Gef_the_talking_mongoose

Also there's that phenomena of sounds or things we see as falling asleep, or waking up. I think I know if I'm asleep or not. Planning a cough at just the right moment, you would have to be a pro at lucid dreaming, LOL.
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Back to someone happening to get in your car the very night you left a door open on it, a cold night, is just one of the reasons we are so diligent about locking. Right before xmas here, the authorities had quite a bit of survey tapes (several different places) of a couple who went around apartment complexes and some businesses (presumably daytime there) and tested many car doors in a lot. If it was unlocked, they were pretty quick about doing a sweep and going on to the next vehicle. Besides the occasional gadget, just imagine the chunk of change, CD's to sell, etc. A past neighbor of mine lost over 100 cd's out of his car sitting in the driveway one night. He usually parked it inside the garage. What are the chances?

I say put the powder down or tape at the bottom or top of a door secretly. I don't really want to catch someone in the act.

A hardware/building store here now sells "fake" surveillance equipment for a lot cheaper than the real. What's the point? I never heard if that "couple" got busted. Though I do appreciate the news reminding us of our hazards.

I ultimately desire to feel safe in my own home.

When you're one of us (the visited) that is the world view destroyed. It may take a while, and a person "fights it"; I still want
this to be my last vestige of acknowledgement to go. IF "they" can steal me from anywhere, what cowards they really are. Excuse me.

[Deleted]

Since You are aware of the many directions my mind turns in a short time, and this thread topic is dreaming, I want to share this:



it's an hour or so long, and her mind goes all over the place too. To me, this presentation is tailored for a person with A?DD .

Of all the things she mentions, I want to concentrate on why she says there is danger in Remte vewng or obe/s, and the 'pros' at this technique realizing it.

Some of us have probably been doing this while sleeping. (that is, rmt v., or obe/s).

Exposed to radiation while we are "out there"??

The poster who had problems with her blood count got me thinking more along these lines . . .

Ok, so not just my physical body exposed to this "radiation" somehow, but my ethereal body ??

what do you think?

[paulette]

Oh Dear. I really planned to watch this - and was initially quite impressed with her credentials. But when she got to the 85% de-population plan by Bill Gates and Zionist scientists I had to go. Maybe I'll try watching from further into it later.

But meanwhile - I wanted to relate a dream and the state I was in when I awoke.
Prologue: I awakened at 3:20 am and after lying in bed for awhile, got up, turned on the computer and had a snack. I am NEVER a night eater, but it seemed like my body was so turned around that it wanted breakfast. After a few hours I heard my husband get up (5:15) and start the coffee so I went back to bed, not wanting to be thrown off any further for sleep tonight.

I awoke at 8 something and of course the house was empty and quiet. However I was in a state. I was cold and trembling (the room was not cold). I rarely tremble - I do shiver sometimes. But this was full body trembling. I felt like my heart was galloping and I took my pulse. It was steady and solid and around 75. All good.

However I wasn't so good. This is what I was dreaming when I awakened:

There was a lot of detail, but basically I went back to my old house that David and I had raised our children in. David was there and seemed happy to see me - we hugged (unusual in my dreams about him). However he seemed sheepish and relunctant to go in. Eventually I did and was totally confused. Everything but the shell of the building was changed - different furniture , different lay out, different colors. And there were a lot of people there who didn't know me and weren't interested that I was there. I went from room to room, noting other people's furniture. Even the front yard (which looks basically the same in real life when I drive by) had been replanted and was not familiar. I think someone had taken the large fir trees down in the front yard. I felt very distressed and sad and confused.

The dream took another turn. I was at a party and there was music and people dancing - but more like a performance that just for fun. The music was plaintive and evoked a feeling of "I've got to remember this! Captain ....something or other." Again I felt like no one was paying any attention to me at all, didn't care if I was there or if or if I tried to dance to the weird music or not. IT WAS LIKE THEY COULD NOT SEE ME..

At that point and when I awoke I had the clear realization that they HAD NOT seen me. That I was a ghost or disembodied/out of body visitor. David is dead of course and even in the dream I kinda knew that. Maybe he was taking me on a tour of our old house/life - now serving other people and their purposes.

I had a flash while touring my house of another whole staircase and rooms in it. I have dreamed this space MANY MANY time, and it bears no no resemblance to my actual life. There is old dusty furniture in rooms whose lights don't work. It feels dark and frightening (always). It's like - its close by and when I go there - I never like it although nothing happens to me there. In this dream it was packed with young adults living like students used to do in my university days - mattresses on the floor in little rooms...The inhabitants were using all available space, and I could see that I definitely could not move in on top of them!

The overall feeling of the dream was profound grief and realizing how powerless I was to be present. If ghosts feel like that, then I feel badly for them. Having hands that do not actually touch, speaking and no one hears - a powerfully sad place to be.

I got up, made and myself a cup of coffee - sat down at the computer to play my ritual morning game of Spider Solitaire and realized that I didn't understand the rules - same color on same color if one wants to move the column. It took me several hands to click into here and now and our agreed apon reality. I still feel kinda "weird".

[Deleted]

Wow. A powerful dream for sure!

I wouldn't read a dark feeling into it Paulette. Just look at it this way, "Life goes on".

[harmony]

Hello, Paulette. I may be way off here, but I was reading about your dream and the way you felt after waking up sounds to me like you had an out-of-body experience. Your racing heart and trembling all over! That's exactly how I felt waking up after an OBE. I felt more like vibrating all over or laying on a shaking bed. It is a VERY odd feeling and seemingly exhaustive. I believe you went back there maybe for closure? And realized it doesn't now feel the same to you anymore and that is very saddening, understandably. Hopefully you'll rest better tonight.

[paulette]

Thanks folks. Harmony I appreciate you identifying that the vibrating is something you have felt. I was quite "out of it" when I awake - and no substances were involved. There is a closure that I need - its with my earlier self. She thinks/I think she thinks that I made some bad decisions. In this place, in my daytime mind I know that people make decisions, limited by the available choices and then they live on. I understand that right now, typing this.

But my dreaming self is somewhat mercilous. I should have. I could have. I once owned that house outright - bought with my inheritance. When my husband's fishing career was crashing he thought buying a bigger boat would help. Alas, the whole troll salmon industry was crashing and that boat was sold at a loss. We lost the house, the boat and ended up in a compromise house that again did not sell for what we paid - much less what was put into it. When we separated after 20 years - I still owed my student loan. The credit cards and owed bills were paid. I had not a dime - nor did he. We both lived in small rental cabins. It took me 10 years to pay off that 17,000$ student loan.

My kids have no idea how hard it was for me to keep things seemingly handled. When I took their friends to the beach to surf I collected gas money from all of them that had any. I even collected gas money from hitchhikers I picked up! My son was mortified. He's gone on to be comfortably well off. But I got us there and we surfed together - I taught lots of teenaged boys to be safe in the water and love it.

I know those are more important things that a house. And I made it happen.

Money and its management have never been a strong suit with me. I make sure that someone else does my taxes so that they draw no attention (and I don't make much).

Anyway - I'm off to bed now after a chapter of Lord of the Rings, that I'm reading aloud to my husband and for my pleasure.

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I'm waiting to hear how you've been sleeping since .

Harmonys' answer also struck me as "correct". And, it makes one wonder how often we do the OBE-thing, and think we are "just dreaming".

I also do the same thing, after intense dreaming. I've even checked my blood pressure afterwards and it was fine. Felt like my heart was pounding, like it was going to jump out of my chest, but someone else feeling for my pulse couldn't even feel that. And the disembogulation. Not remembering for a short time how to play a simple game on my computer, or find something on my cell phone . That is very scary. I imagine a person's first tentative steps into Alzheimer's disease, and knowing (at times) that they really are "losing their mind".

If you can imagine, when I thought I went through a period a few years ago of not dreaming so intensely, I was relieved. But then I realized I was "missing something" .

I dream (still) fairly often of my years with my former-husband, and it's nothing pleasant. I know I do this because I have regrets. My daughters have decided to not go over to his house as much, and as sad as that sounds, I'm already seeing benefits in all of us. I don't know how to make such regrets go away; they are a part of why I know I am a better person today. Yes, everyone makes mistakes, young or old, but I knew better. I can forgive myself; but I have to leave out (just as stoopid) excuses for that behavior.

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BTW, I couldn't listen to that whole video I posted above, either .

I still think that is an example of how "disinformation" is put out. Make some things really unbelievable, so that the real truth is lost somewhere in the middle, and just pray that a discerning person hears what they need to hear. How else can a "professional" get away with putting this stuff out?? (and of course I don't mean just their reputation . . .)

TPTB of course also know this. They "pray" for confusion . But they really don't mind documenting everything they do. . . somehow this makes it 'legal' in their minds . . .

[paulette]

Another dream a couple of days ago. I was visiting with a friend that I hadn't seen for awhile and was so happy to be with her. Nothing big happened in the dream. But when I woke up I thought, "Why haven't we been together in so long? I really like Brenda!"

Then I realized that she was dead - had been dead since about 2003 or 4. I was around in the last days and her humor and spunkiness continued on until almost the last day - then she was tired and had had enough.

I told my husband and he just smiled and said, "Oh...she dropped by for a visit with you." And then I smiled too. Because the dream Brenda was young and vibrant and fun, and not sick and not tired to death. And I knew that that was true. If she is anyone as anything she is the woman who had lots of things on the go, worked and had time for her friends and family. She made it all work. She even (this is true) planned her own memorial service - the songs and everything. (I have never heard of that before or since.).

I'm glad to be able to share this story. Hi Brenda! See you around....

[paulette]

Another dream after not much for weeks. We/I recently had to take everything out of my bathroom so that I could paint it (still in progress) so possessions are on my mind - how many I have, whether I want to pare them down (not much although it is a rational thought)... Anyway this dream is a haunting (I thought when I woke up - Casper would like this!).

We (myself and a few ill defined others, fly into a strange location. It's on the edge of a salt marsh with a decrepit landing strip (we're in a small plane). There are buildings that look like old run-down warehouses and we scatter to explore. I have no idea if there is a purpose to being here - other than experiencing being here.

The first building has piles of stuff (that continues throughout the dream). But instead of being a warehouse or old military base or something like that, this turns out to be a house? - with dusty delaminating furniture but very interesting stuff. Our first discovery is a lovely ornate bath tub that is set up and plumbed. There are no lights/electricity or anything like that, no water. I begin to be enchanted. A lot of the stuff looks European. (On awakening I think of the warehouses that the Nazis accumulated art and treasures in, but no one ever enjoyed.)

We scatter. I meet a man I don't know but it feels like I do (Skywalker?)He says - I had to pay a lot to come here for a day but its worth it. He is collecting things - in one case a crystal cluster (heavy). I love rocks and crystals and immediately get hooked into finding more - and there is more. In the dream I recognize amethyst and spondumene (both purple) and dense heavy crystals of unknown kinds. I'm making a pile to take with me.

Meanwhile a female friend of mine shows up. She too is taken with stuff - old records and books and such.

We flew in in the afternoon and I remembered saying - I wouldn't mind staying here - a year or two - its quiet and peaceful here with just the wind blowing the salt grass and birds.

The next thing I know, its morning again. I say to my friend - "Where did we sleep last night?" and she shrugs. I then notice that there are small warm fires in some fireplaces and some lights are on. The place is waking up. I find various friends with various piles of stuff that they want to keep. I have a pile of old jewelry but when I turn around and back again - it is gone.

It is then that I begin to be afraid. That spidey sense that all is not as it seems and not well...

Time is skipping around or I am unable to remember its passage - where I slept in a strange place like this seems important. No one seems to be able to let go of collecting or keep in mind that we barely landed on the small landing strip and we are leaving in a small plane. If we leave...This stuff has been collected and lost and re-collected over and over again. It is a trap. A trap baited with lovely crystals and antiques and such. The last dream image is of a rockhound friend of mine wrestling a HUGE crystal specimen that he could barely pick up, saying, "No. I can take this."

Thoughts on awakening. Ghosts are often obsessed with a particular place or their stuff or what happened in a previous life (murder etc). They cannot move on because they are stuck. I could feel us getting stuck - the stuff was gaining more power and getting bigger and more desirable as if it was accomodating our individual wishes. It was Maya - the world of illusion and distraction and forgetting that one is more than accumulating wealth or whatever.

I felt quite "spiritual" upon awakening. Someone within said, "You got it! Now do something about it!"

I think painting and clearing out spaces here in the real world (?) gives me an opportunity to sort through and weed out extra or unneeded stuff. It is holding me and us down. We live here much like the George Carlin rant on stuff (see You Tube) in which he talks about how one works to buy stuff and then works some more to pay for the box to keep it in, etc. etc.

Anyway - I was well satisfied that I "got it" in the dream. Now to keep that thought...

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I was moved. Very profound, Paulette.

"Thoughts on awakening. Ghosts are often obsessed with a particular place or their stuff or what happened in a previous life (murder etc). They cannot move on because they are stuck. I could feel us getting stuck - the stuff was gaining more power and getting bigger and more desirable as if it was accomodating our individual wishes. It was Maya - the world of illusion and distraction and forgetting that one is more than accumulating wealth or whatever. "

Read more: theedgeofreality.proboards.com/thread/151/paulettes-dreaming#ixzz3YoaADksN


My personal thoughts, "but does the ghost know that he/she is stuck?"

in the case of murder, ie even witnessing one, can a person get "stuck" grieving?

I know, I know, your dream was about material things . . .

But I can admit I actually got a little "sad" when your dream turned into a warning. Can't you imagine that some people's "Heaven" would be finding beautiful, material things, like rocks and gems, and sharing company with like-minded people? (Hopefully the treasures would be endless, and they would never succomb to fighting over it).

So, the sadness was in leaving this place, with what you brung only. There was nothing "serious" in why you had to leave; real danger present, a sick hubby back home, children waiting, dishes to be done . . .

You've said yourself, you don't have a whole lot in the way of possessions, and I think you're one of those people that naturally GOT IT, years ago . . .

just saying . .

[paulette]

I now have tons of possessions - literally tons of rocks both in the back yard and in the house (the more esteemed house rocks). I have costume jewelry that all together might have cost 500$ but there's A LOT OF IT. When I was 7 we moved from Wisconsin to Texas. I suppose some of my beloved things got moved - we moved three times before my parents built the final house/motel. I lost friends and sense of place. The edge of the water in Texas was not remotely like our cabin on a small glacial lake. The winters never got cold. Etc etc. I lost who I was in that move and was harassed for being different.

Then I went away to University and a hurricane came and vacuumed out the contents of my parents' house - which included everything I had (and everything they had.) My precious rock collection, shell collection, childhood beloved books, etc etc - gone. I never really had a family home after that - they moved to a small apartment 200 miles inland from the coast. Everywhere I went, whatever I had - I lost. I didn't drive, my friends mostly didn't drive, and so moving (and splitting up from common law partners) meant losing possessions.

Then I came to Canada - with a few pots and pans and books and cold weather clothes. That's it. I sold everything else in a garage sale prior to coming.

Perhaps as a result, I accumulate - but I no longer shed things (or not recently anyway). The reality of that has been weighing on me and us. Terry also is an accumulator - at least at bad as I am, but different stuff. He collects and salvages etc electrical parts. And rocks and rock cutting equipment and lumber etc etc.

Between the two of us - its hard to find things and some rooms are not completely full, but certainly cluttered. Like our "guest room."

Finding beautiful things jcurio is fun but feeling like one has to keep them and being weighed down and too heavy to fly - not so good.

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Apr 30, 2015 19:32:22 GMT -6 paulette said:

I now have tons of possessions -

Between the two of us - its hard to find things and some rooms are not completely full, but certainly cluttered. Like our "guest room."




* Finding beautiful things jcurio is fun but feeling like one has to keep them and being weighed down and too heavy to fly - not so good.

* Agreed.

Sorry. I didn't know. At all. Except the 'basement having stuff' and that sounding very "normal".

I went on and on (so I thought) about all the "stuff" that got moved, with my family and I, this last move, and no one here on TEOR said a "peep". I even talked about my folks sitting down and watching the show ~horders~ (that was a positive sign). I downsized (basically) to a 3 room house (my portion, I guess you'd say), and I'm no better. I'm pretty sure I've talked about the clutter around me at times, especially when just before the winter hit they cleaned out the garage (so we COULD park our cars in there, of course) and our storage area is adjacent to my living space. Tired hands, sore feet; the boxes end up in my living space until we have more energy. Two old people and a middle-aged woman who had to have iron infusions to get out of bed. Sigh. poor me.

The other day I had heard my very tired but still coherent/sensible 80 plus year old mum say, in one sentence like it was nothing, "Oh, it's down there with all the other stuff we will never use"

I'm no better. Heck, I even have a book on how to get rid of clutter

But You, being environmentally conscious, and other "new age" ideas, waaay before your time, before anyone even thought about acting on it; that's my picture of You, girlfriend . . . well, wait a sec. "If I can recycle this box myself into something useful, instead of just throwing it away. . " (that's my environ-conscious daughter speaking . . )

I think "having stuff" has many different reasons. Some people, I believe, have tried at relationships, being social, and so the "stuff" becomes a make-do for loneliness, and that might be better than "hording" something like pets, or better than overeating, or , or, etc.. . and nowadays, to be social, you have to have the latest phone, the ability to twitter, etc. etc.

What was that movie? oh yeah. walle. No one had 'stuff'. They all just sat in chairs and played, learned, worked, AND social net-worked all the time on their PC's . . and someone brought them refreshments . . .

personally, I used to think hanging onto something with "sentimental value" (what's that??) was childish of me. Then we were supposed to "embrace our inner child". Yeah, pretty things are nice. But to still have a "special gift", something small that someone went to the hassle to think of what I might actually like, I can't buy for myself.

Do it slowly, Paulette. Are you content? Is your "space" (of "stuff) intruding on someone? Hurting Someone? Hurting Yourself? Is someone needing to use your guestroom? Sure, a bathroom needs to be redone, and that's on the agenda right now. Enjoy doing it!

Again, sorry. Sometimes these dream messages are plain and simple.

[skywalker]

I sometimes have dreams about finding really cool stuff. I collect a lot of things also and I'm always looking out for more. Don't ask why I do it cuz I have no idea. I've been doing it since as far back as I can remember and my dad started doing it before I did. I dunno.

In my dreams a lot of time I will find some really cool old coins and paper currency and I'll be digging through them looking at them one by one and feeling really lucky to have found them. Of course they are usually weird denominations like three dollar bills and four cent coins and stuff that they never made so I usually realize that I am only dreaming but I'm still pretty bummed out when I wake up and find the stuff wasn't real. Luckily I do find a lot of cool things in real life so that makes up for the stuff I lost in the dreams.

[lois]

My rooms and closets are stuff and stack to the ceiling from collecting. Metal detecting for forty years is part of it but I collect a lot of stuff. Even Marbles. silverware patterns hot wheels and matchbox. Mcd. all fast food toys . lunch boxes. little golden books and Elf books old ones. records old bottles . Japanese items mostly things they use to make in their kilts . That cover a lot of dish wear ashtrays pin cushions salt and pepper soap dishes they made every type of item under the sun made of pottery some pearl china luster ware. I collect any kind of pottery from
Shawnee to Mc coy rosewood Etc. baseball cards. I could go on forever and I live in a one bedroom apt. Can you imagine that.

Sometimes I wish I could fly through my house as it would be a lot easier.

People on FB are always asking me to take a photo of a certain record . Ha that would take some doing.

I LOVE HISTORY. So anything out of the far past I just love. When I use to dig up an old item it gives you a wonderful feeling but sad as I cannot see the person that lost it and why in this location like in parks country churches and schools . One place I never went was in a cementery. OMG that is a federal law my husband tells me. I'm not sure but who would do such a thing?

Oh . I left out coins . I have 50 silverware boxes full pieces from different sets that go back to 1820s . I have a complete set of Berkshire from 1896. they even decorated inside the large serving and sugar shell spoons bowls .

One more I have tons of SMURFS . even pillows and curtains with smurfs.

So you see I'm a hoarder also Paulette. But I have been doing it for forty years.

you folks can see my mind is not always on UFOS . Plus my 17 grandchildren and nine great grandchildren. No animals . I don't do animals ..

And I have dreamed of finding things all these years but I wake up before I want to . Now I hope the internet cannot see this.

you cannot imagine how many relatives and friends have given me a book called Idiots prices guide on collecting. That is a person who collects a few thing on every topic imaginable.

[lois]

Paulette I enjoy seeing all the stones you post on FB. They are so beautiful and many I have never heard of.

[paulette]

Thanks folks. I sense of theme of accumulation (amoung us in this conversation anyway.)

I think that keeping things has gone to an extreme the other way. People throw away (don't even bother to pass on to thrift stores) perfectly good items. People strip out their wardrobe when "new colors come in" every season change. Of course new colors are advertized! They want people to toss out their aqua and by icy blue or whatever. Remember color coding (based on one's complexion). It was very sensible. People's skin tone rarely changes.

Back when people could go to the dump and pick up as much as they took out there - we used to look at what people threw away (not this husband, previous one). I'd see wonderful plants (unusual and expensive ones too) tossed on the the side of the road or in the dump. I replanted a total barren lot with found plants about 18 years ago. But that day in the dump - I saw an entire Christmas tree with unique looking little ornaments - you know the kind - macaroni angels and such - tossed in the dirt. Just hauled out of the living room and tossed out.

Went I working at the kid's corner at the rock show, I helped kids make imaginative creatures out of driftwood, shells, feathers, rocks, googley eyes...They are turned out wonderfully. So I'd say - let the glue dry and come back and get your art piece. The kid's eyes would be shining...But Mom wouldn't come back and I accumulated a box full of unclaimed treasures. I knew the kids were proud of them and I felt sad and angry. I guess the feathers wouldn't have matched the kitchens or something like that.

Terry does a lot of free electrical work and he always brings the bits needs from his stock piles. (He scavenges at the Base).

I've seen the hoarding shows and although some people collect clutter and garbage, some have truely valuable stuff that gets shoveled out by impatient relatives.

My favorite hoarding store - told to me by a client. Her mother frequented thrift stores and focused on dolls. She had vintage Barbie dolls (still in the box) and a lot of other stuff. Her daughter wanted to shovel it all over (when Mom died) but on intuition called in an appraiser.

Her mother had collected and saved 10,000$ worth of collectable dolls! They were her inheritence!

Hahahahah.

[casper]

Apr 30, 2015 8:36:16 GMT -6 paulette said:

Another dream after not much for weeks. We/I recently had to take everything out of my bathroom so that I could paint it (still in progress) so possessions are on my mind - how many I have, whether I want to pare them down (not much although it is a rational thought)... Anyway this dream is a haunting (I thought when I woke up - Casper would like this!).

We (myself and a few ill defined others, fly into a strange location. It's on the edge of a salt marsh with a decrepit landing strip (we're in a small plane). There are buildings that look like old run-down warehouses and we scatter to explore. I have no idea if there is a purpose to being here - other than experiencing being here.

The first building has piles of stuff (that continues throughout the dream). But instead of being a warehouse or old military base or something like that, this turns out to be a house? - with dusty delaminating furniture but very interesting stuff. Our first discovery is a lovely ornate bath tub that is set up and plumbed. There are no lights/electricity or anything like that, no water. I begin to be enchanted. A lot of the stuff looks European. (On awakening I think of the warehouses that the Nazis accumulated art and treasures in, but no one ever enjoyed.)

We scatter. I meet a man I don't know but it feels like I do (Skywalker?)He says - I had to pay a lot to come here for a day but its worth it. He is collecting things - in one case a crystal cluster (heavy). I love rocks and crystals and immediately get hooked into finding more - and there is more. In the dream I recognize amethyst and spondumene (both purple) and dense heavy crystals of unknown kinds. I'm making a pile to take with me.

Meanwhile a female friend of mine shows up. She too is taken with stuff - old records and books and such.

We flew in in the afternoon and I remembered saying - I wouldn't mind staying here - a year or two - its quiet and peaceful here with just the wind blowing the salt grass and birds.

The next thing I know, its morning again. I say to my friend - "Where did we sleep last night?" and she shrugs. I then notice that there are small warm fires in some fireplaces and some lights are on. The place is waking up. I find various friends with various piles of stuff that they want to keep. I have a pile of old jewelry but when I turn around and back again - it is gone.

It is then that I begin to be afraid. That spidey sense that all is not as it seems and not well...

Time is skipping around or I am unable to remember its passage - where I slept in a strange place like this seems important. No one seems to be able to let go of collecting or keep in mind that we barely landed on the small landing strip and we are leaving in a small plane. If we leave...This stuff has been collected and lost and re-collected over and over again. It is a trap. A trap baited with lovely crystals and antiques and such. The last dream image is of a rockhound friend of mine wrestling a HUGE crystal specimen that he could barely pick up, saying, "No. I can take this."

Thoughts on awakening. Ghosts are often obsessed with a particular place or their stuff or what happened in a previous life (murder etc). They cannot move on because they are stuck. I could feel us getting stuck - the stuff was gaining more power and getting bigger and more desirable as if it was accomodating our individual wishes. It was Maya - the world of illusion and distraction and forgetting that one is more than accumulating wealth or whatever.

I felt quite "spiritual" upon awakening. Someone within said, "You got it! Now do something about it!"

I think painting and clearing out spaces here in the real world (?) gives me an opportunity to sort through and weed out extra or unneeded stuff. It is holding me and us down. We live here much like the George Carlin rant on stuff (see You Tube) in which he talks about how one works to buy stuff and then works some more to pay for the box to keep it in, etc. etc.

Anyway - I was well satisfied that I "got it" in the dream. Now to keep that thought...

Oooooh! That was a great ghost story Paulette. A bunch of ghost things that attract people to them and then trap them there in the ghost realm so they end up become ghosts themselves. People would be so busy collecting stuff they wouldn't even realize they were dead. Somebody should write a story about this. That would be very cool.

[paulette]

Thanks Casper. Did you every seen the movie Gothem (not the stupid TV show)? It had an incredible entrapping ghost. I saw it a bunch of times.


Here: www.google.ca/search?q=gotham+movie+1988&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&gws_rd=cr&ei=qWFEVZm9EpTcoASM24GgDw

I forgot that it was Tommy Lee Jones. Probably the first movie of his that I really really got.

The trailer:

[paulette]

I told Shirley about my dream (the friend that I put in my dream who wasn't concerned about our situation). She thought it was great that I brought her in (to the dream) to teach myself something. (She is very wise).

Casper - my impression was that the STUFF was real although your interpretation that the stuff is not real either is good (and also the theme of Gotham - you would LOVE that movie.).

Thanks for listening all and now I have another one.

[paulette]

Another one, May 4th.

I woke up from this dream intregued - very strong feelings but not ones easily caught by one word. There is attraction, fear, hopefulness and hopelessness - but not despair, just acceptance of something without false hope. OK.

First few chapters - I'm a musical event in a big arena with folding chairs (I love the stupid details of dreams (Folding chairs = temporary-ness (not a word?).

I'm feeling happy and connected with others. I end up face to face with a bearded youngish man (younger than me) and to my surprise he leans in and gently kisses me. And then grins at me. I felt included and younger and happy.

Later I'm trying to leave the area. I'm in my car, it has snowed, and the road is slushy and slippery. My car almost tips over on a turn (unlike a car I realize with my awake mind). Through a series of feeling lost and such, I get to where I think the highway will take me out of town. Except...

The huge bridge is way above me. I'm under the bridge and have no idea how to get around and on it. While there, I meet another man (older) who calmly tells me that it doesn't really matter whether I get on the bridge or not - its going to over soon. I might as well get out of the car, sit down, relax, have a nice interaction.

I get it. I'll be going whatever I do. And that's OK. And I still love life and having a body (see second part of dream). Reminds me of a FB posting I passed on recently. Dying is the leading cause of death. Healthy vegetarians lay in the hospital, wondering why they are dying too. Etc. I'm reading Mink River and its a poetic novel and everyone is living and moving towards dying - some sooner than others - and that's perfectly as it should be.

This is not a depressed dream. It may have its timing in my visit to my friend last night who has a brain tumor and is affected by it. We were gathered in her back yard, people brought yummy food and a guitar and wine and juice and themselves to be with her. She was having a real problem being with us. She kept getting up and wobbling up and down her stairs to her kitchen to get things. People said, "Let me get it." and she scowled at them and went herself anyway - leaving behind the stick she uses to walk with. I've seen her fall down suddenly many times and expected to see it again that night. But falling on stairs is a bummer. Then she wanted to split a piece of wood with an axe and although someone did attempt to spit some of her old knotty wood, she went over and tried to do it herself. I expected that to end in a 911 call but again - she managed to not hurt herself (didn't split the wood either). After being constantly on her feet - we were finally settled around the fire and she said, "I'm cold, I'm going inside." A few of us went in with her, the rest stayed by the fire. My issue is trying to catch and contain my exasperation with her insistence on refusing help and not-using her stick and not just sitting down and getting it. Her very pregnant daughter was with us and she shrugged and said, "That's the way she is now." I got the peacefulness of being able to be like that for both of them. All of us sat while she attempted the axe, tensely I might add, but knowing that intervention was futile.

She does NOT want to give up chopping kindling, walking up and down stairs, nor does she accept letting someone bring her a plate of food. She does not accept that at all. It may be what is keeping her going. I have to deal with my emotional stuff around that. So I got a what-if-you-are-dying dream. Because I am of course. We all are. So it is.