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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 18:40:26 GMT -6
One of the women initially with me in the dream was someone I went to HS with who was saluditorian (and probably smarter than I was). She finished early. In fact, she died two years ago - I'll be seeing her husband who is also an old classmate at our 50th HS reunion next May. The moment I woke up, I knew what I needed to have done. "The moment".
Read more: theedgeofreality.proboards.com/thread/1732/dreaming-again#ixzz3mEWe2V2G________________________________________________________________________________________ Sorry Paulette. I'm still pondering this one. "I knew what I needed to have done". What? Warn us that "something" was coming? You dreamed of someone that is passed on; she had an active part of your dream . . . . Where do YOU fit in, that you don't "get to finish your project", and "you didn't take this class anyway" ? I really am curious. If there is potential for us to be predictive, other than a "feeling", or a "knowing", (and I know its personal), I'm naturally curious of how people READ their own "personal language" and decode. _____________________________________________________________ Don't want to go "overboard" here. Another article (posted by Auntym today-something about a "dangerous book") mentioned a woman who DID go to the FBI to tell them something "the source" had told her. Whether the event she was talking about, whether the FBI believed her, is a whole other topic. The 'source' told her? Obviously she trusted what "it" said to her. Though there is a history among humans of being told things by "someone" and it ends up making the person look, well, you know. Paulette, do you also have "dreams" where you feel you are "told" something outright? more than "knowing" from dream content or symbolism?
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Post by paulette on Oct 1, 2015 12:15:17 GMT -6
I don't feel that I have an important message to pass on Jcurio. A lot of people a lot more in the know KNOW that Russia abandoned its nuclear sites when the country collapsed and the material is now gone. That there were biological warfare plants that can be entered - and there is still unmentionable material in the glass beakers and such. Years ago, when there was a mail-out of antrax in the USA (and I believe a few deaths and sickness)it was determined AND SAID ON THE NEWS that the dna of the bacterium was the same as one of the plants in what was Russia. I don't work at getting information, it just flows by me. Many countries still have the capacity to blow us all to Kingdom Come or at least poison our world possibly beyond recovery. One just has to watch the news, and consider the creeping forward of Isil to know that such a thing is a very real dark cloud in an otherwise blue sky. I've known this all my life - I watched On the Beach when I was 8 or 9 and was totally and forever enlightened that such a fate might await us. So I bear no new news on that front.
I hope my dreams are NOT predictive other than those that are about my spiritual lessons and realizations. I'm reading a book written by a man who I met who owns a bookstore nearby. Iluminata. He makes a point that since we were given an evolutionary boost by the addition of alien DNA - we are still the aliens on this planet! We can treat it scornfully, harvest any and everything for short-term profit - just like the original aliens who landed and used us and their improved versions of us as workers in the gold and radioactive mines that they were harvesting so that they could move on. They were here for the good time and the profitable time BUT HAVE A HOME SOMEWHERE ELSE. We act like we do too!!!
But anyway, I'm back from traveling and had another dream while sleeping in a strange space - it was so powerful that I was crying when I woke up (VERY UNUSUAL).
I "went across" on a ferry to visit a friend who I hadn't seen in over 10 years. I took my car but was baffled when I arrived at what had been a small town (Powell River). It was developed into lots of little crowded by attractive and creative houses built up and down hills. I couldn't get around and finally ask where Cranberry (a real area in the real Powell River was). The man I asked laughed and said - "It's very close and a lot of people here aren't happy about that." He also said, "Your car isn't going to work - we all ride bicycles. But when I asked for my friend by name, he directed me to a place nearby.
What I arrived at was a small hospital or hospice. When I asked for my friend a woman said - "Oh these people can tell you." She opened a door and their were 3 people besides me in the room. There was a woman in a bed that looked like she was in agony, and two supportive people. I was embarassed to intrude on them, but when I asked they said, "Oh Elizabeth is working with us and we are so grateful." Even the woman on the bed smiled.
Elizabeth showed up promptly. She was in a white uniform (like a nurse) but had darker hair than I had remembered. Nevertheless it was she. She was happy to see me and said, "Let's go...I'll show you my house and what's going on here." I asked if she needed to finish her shift and she said, "Oh...I can be away for awhile." There was a loud old voice calling for her and she said, "She needs to learn to wait more gracously."
We went to a small house with a yard and an enthusiastic dog and a loving man who greeted her with a hug. I asked how her boys were doing and she said, "Oh they have their lives, they're fine."
Now it might be obvious to you but I was slowly getting it. Elizabeth did not have a boyfriend (although she dearly wanted one). She did have a big goofy loveable dog - which looked a lot like this one. I hadn't seen her in 10 years because she had died. And I was with her that day. She could see that I was working it out. I think she was a helping spirit to people dying like she died. An angel in training sorta (in glowing white no less). I woke up crying. Not sad - just heart touched to the core. There was nothing scary or frustrating about this one. She was fine although no longer alive as Elizabeth. I was fine although heading for that last ferry ride. I believe I will not be afraid but one can't be certain of such things.
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Post by auntym on Oct 2, 2015 12:27:10 GMT -6
Now it might be obvious to you but I was slowly getting it. Elizabeth did not have a boyfriend (although she dearly wanted one). She did have a big goofy loveable dog - which looked a lot like this one. I hadn't seen her in 10 years because she had died. And I was with her that day. She could see that I was working it out. I think she was a helping spirit to people dying like she died. An angel in training sorta (in glowing white no less). I woke up crying. Not sad - just heart touched to the core. There was nothing scary or frustrating about this one. She was fine although no longer alive as Elizabeth. I was fine although heading for that last ferry ride. I believe I will not be afraid but one can't be certain of such things. paulette...WOW...that is so nice... it appears you had a wonderful visit with your friend...
i love it when i dream of family or friends that have passed over...i always feel like i got a glimpse of their life over there...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2015 12:18:39 GMT -6
I don't work at getting information, it just flows by me. Read more: theedgeofreality.proboards.com/thread/1732/dreaming-again#ixzz3noJ5OPYM___________________________________________________________________________ Me neither. But I avoid it. Often. When I talk about my "computer jumping around", I'm talking about the screen actually giving me a sort of trouble; I'm still not quite willing to discuss it. Just like in my life outside the computer; I get "pointed" to places (of course, never pointed to winning lottery numbers. ). I'm glad you had a good trip! Did you sleep on any/many beds better than your own? LOL. Wow! You got to DO your trip! Yeah!! And yes, a wonderful dream. Oh, I think I got it long ago, one of your major "dream themes". And yes, I told you I no longer "worry" about You. I don't. But sometimes tears fill my eyes, anyway. I know "why" that is, but yet I don't. Am I possibly a bit wistful of you? That your 'next place' seems to be "one of the seven heavens"/purgatory ? That it appears that you will have a helping role, in helping people "crossover" (or are you already doing that; right now, by sharing your life). Do I cry, because you may be "gone" from "us", sooner than we might think? But other people ( Thanks, Aunty!) have similar dreams! Probably, A Lot of people do. Maybe i do too and just don't "get" to remember.? When I "saw" my grandfather, it wasn't like I got the feeling that my "time was soon". He "came" in a specific response to a question I had. That's how I continue to see it. and wow! He did SHINE! sigh. I cry because, that ferry is going to what some people call "purgatory". And because there is so much MORE than that. and I think, it's really not my place, to point out that this recent dream, especially your friend in particular, just told you the same. And I sit on my lips (man, that hurts, too! LOL). Knowing, I mean really knowing, that Paulette "gets" the thing about Grace. and that if you pay close attention, . . . . you are being "woooed", sought . . . ha! ha! (kicking myself) whats that silly little tune : somebodys' knock knock knocking at the door? somebodys' ringing the bell? Open the door, and let em in, oh yeah. . . (I don't honestly know anything else about that song, so totally disregard if you feel like it)
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Post by paulette on Oct 6, 2015 22:17:22 GMT -6
I love you quoting the Dylan song - one of his most haunting pieces.
I think you really have it. I mean that. I appreciate that beyond belief.
Actually on reflection - I think your quote refers to Paul McCarthy's Somebody Let them in (all the people mentioned in the song are probably dead.)
Also a good reference.
All we have to do is....let them in. They're at the door and sometimes they send us a message....then it shifts to "Let me in."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2015 11:37:07 GMT -6
I don't feel that I have an important message to pass on If I could change that feeling, I sure would! ************************** Now, YOUR recent post, in response to me, is a great example on how I sometimes "get it right" (thanks to Someone else), even with my skewed thinking. ! OOOOOOOOOoooooo, Casper! Is that "Wings" song your favorite?? (I knew I couldn't recall why I REALLy DID NOT want to reference that song)! But what an engaging tune! Actually, I was trying to lighten the mood. I've heard ever since I was a little kid, "Jesus is knocking on the door (of your heart)". __________________________________________ Dylan's song? Absolutely love it. He was too young to be feeling that way, but his timing was perfect, wasn't it?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2015 10:09:18 GMT -6
Who puts the value on 'importance?' Paulette..your concepts are astonishing sometimes..and your insight. I've read so many of your accounts (of our experiments) with a smile at the fantastic detail...and the feeling that's there. There's nothing chaotic about your thinking and that's so refreshing. I'd say you've passed on important messages..more than a few times. You've a linear progression of thought that you have..but it's colorful and imaginative too ..I think you just don't see in yourself the depth..the rest of us might I find that in several people here. It's hard to follow someone who's thoughts are chaotic and bounce around like a bunny trying to find his one original hole..it just is like trying to untie a knot first before you can get to the message. My neighbor is that way to the point that sometimes I want to scream...OMG..find a point...ANY point..LOL. Good thing I love her so much cause she gives me a headache like no one else could Most people here are so refreshing of mind..ahh..it's like a soft buttery leather glove.
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Post by paulette on Oct 14, 2015 10:46:33 GMT -6
Thank you thank you. I needed some encouragement today. Yesterday afternoon I pretty much completed a writing project on FB in a "secret group" of writers. The moderator is an old HS friend who I recently reconnected with.
I was writing from a tattered pile of hand typed single-spaced pages, the beginning being missing. I wrote it in the 80's and at that time, no one I knew had any interest in it so I just put it away and forgot about it. With the event of joining a friendly writer's group, I begain cleaning it up and finishing it on line on the site. The moderator asked me to number the posts and I did - going back to # 1 and progressing to #14. (It's a short story). She was going to put them in PDF format and send it to me.
It's a CHARGED short story. Its about a woman (unnamed but I identify totally with the character) who works as a techno on space ships. She doesn't like people, men in particular, and they don't appreciate that about her. She usually hides out in her quarters when the ship is in planetary ports but this time she's ordered ashore.
She goes to a fair - adult - with many attractions to spend one's credits on, and is drawn to a section which offers pleasure (adult pleasures). Most don't interest her, until she finds herself standing in front of a tall, quiet, powerful (psi) man and she changes her mind, signs a short pleasure contract and leaves with him.
Predictably, he is a vampire and although he gives great pleasure, he feeds on the energy that is generated. The signed contract does not allow him to kill her.
They carry on, having interesting experiences and time passes. He shares energy with her - such that she (a person fleeing from eco-ravaged Earth) feels more alive than she ever has. They carry on some more.
One day, the contract she signed is about to expire, the company space cops come and warn her that "she is now in the statisical group who often go on to surrender their lives" (there is less stigma on that in this reality). She discovers that unfortunately she hasn't been paying attention to the fact that she isn't eating or drinking any more. One might say, she has had a metabolic shift...
Then she and he who she loves and lusts with have to make some decisions. He admits that he doesn't want to leave her to her fate and that in fact - she has The Blood and that is why she was attractive and his equal and also that she can't go back on a space ship without ending up being dumped in space after people start feeling weary or, if she po ed - dying. And that is threat to all of them (vampires) because they live by permission on civilized planets and face a resurgence of persecution and violence if they don't comply. Contracts must be honored.
At that point the Vampire Council arrive at his house, having been alerted by the company she works for. They are furious that there is now a rouge newby (I didn't use this language) and they want to get rid of her. So they put her through an ordeal, which, without explanation, she survives and gains their grudging approval. It also means her lover won't be killed by them for breaking the law of his kind. They are happily back at the ranch (his house) deciding what to do next when the story ended. The next day, 3 episodes were gone. I do wonder if Facebook just removed them (although they weren't for public consumption). I feel creeped out and angry that they are gone - I can rewrite, but the driving intensity that built as I wrote may be thinned out a bit. The pages I'm working from are only proto-types. I added and changed a lot as I went.
I wondered today if it's worth bothering or whether I should just forget about it again.
Hearing that you think I have something to say (and say it well) was medicine today.
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Post by skywalker on Oct 14, 2015 12:23:02 GMT -6
Things disappear all the time on facebook. Don't know if they remove them intentionally or if they just have a crappy site but I've heard a lot of complaints from people about it. You might try typing them here on the forum and then copying and pasting them over there. That way you would have a backup just in case. Whenever I am writing something really long I write it here as a PM and send it to myself so I'm the only one who sees it. I know that's weird but that's the type of weirdo that I am. You are a very good writer by the way, paulette. We seem to have quite a few writers here. Lots of musicians too.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2015 12:59:40 GMT -6
Sounds really cool..the kind of stuff I enjoy that grabs..and satisfies my science fiction need for space ports etc..as well as some juicy stuff too....LOL I want one
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Post by casper on Oct 15, 2015 19:38:00 GMT -6
I don't feel that I have an important message to pass on If I could change that feeling, I sure would! ************************** Now, YOUR recent post, in response to me, is a great example on how I sometimes "get it right" (thanks to Someone else), even with my skewed thinking. ! OOOOOOOOOoooooo, Casper! Is that "Wings" song your favorite?? (I knew I couldn't recall why I REALLy DID NOT want to reference that song)! But what an engaging tune! Actually, I was trying to lighten the mood. I've heard ever since I was a little kid, "Jesus is knocking on the door (of your heart)". __________________________________________ Dylan's song? Absolutely love it. He was too young to be feeling that way, but his timing was perfect, wasn't it? Nope. The Wings song is not my favorite song. My favorite song is...Ghostbusters! Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!! My second favorite song is Ghost riders in the sky. I like anything about ghosts.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2015 23:09:33 GMT -6
Ahh I LOVE Ghost Riders..it's a classic.
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Post by skywalker on Nov 6, 2015 0:49:20 GMT -6
Here y'all go.
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Post by Morgan Sierra on Nov 6, 2015 23:36:50 GMT -6
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Post by paulette on Nov 10, 2015 13:28:28 GMT -6
I simply loved that you posted this. I loved the Blues Brothers!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 7:53:20 GMT -6
I feel like I'm having some sort of "breakthrough" in being able to lucid dream. Its not consistent. last week I had a dream that I repeated 2 more times (total 3 times); one after the other, and changed details each time. Each dream involved an underground, natural cavern, semi-filled with water, with man-made docks, boats, and of course some man-made stairs coming down the wall. The water was murky, and I was in it a few times (each dream) and surprisingly, I wasn't scared to be in that water (didn't sense anything in it). I had an antagonist. By the third dream, he had an identical twin. We were always having some sort of argument on a lone boat on the water. The dream always ended with us back at a dock. First dream, the boat was a tiny canoe-type and easy to tip. Second dream, like a pontoon boat with a canopy. Third dream; speed boat. Whatever was going on, it was disturbing, and I woke up between each dream (and then went right back into the dream on sleeping again). I still have no idea what we were arguing about. Last night I had 2 semi-identical dreams. These were definitely horror provoking. Though I was "deeply involved", in all of the "action scenes", I was able to feel somewhat detached from the events, simply by calling on the name of Jesus. There is so much detail to these dreams that I'm going to give just a portion.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 8:23:03 GMT -6
I dreamed both times that I was trying to escape from a fairly large "tribe" of cannibals. The first dream, I was with a good friend, her son (around the age of 4 in this dream) and some sort of sled that could travel across trails and grass with some incline (no snow) with all 3 of us on it.
The second dream, I had 'lost' my friend and her son (to the cannibals? probably) and I was escaping in a car (with some short little man, that was actually a part of the "tribe"). The little man did seem to initially be trying to help me escape, because we hid his car off the road as a semi-crazed group of teenager cannibals came running by. They seemed "tribal" because of the way they worked together and all looked alike (but wore regular clothes. No loin clothes or waving spears).
But after we pulled the car out of a ditch hiding place (the whole atmosphere was like some huge, American national park/forest in summer-time), the little man drove me deeper into the park. I felt hopeless, would have liked to wake up at this point, but there was something I was "supposed to pay attention to", as we traveled down a dirt road. Soon, I became the driver of the car (as myself), the little man was the passenger, and I was trying to "drive around these "symbols".
When I say "symbols", I mean like pictures, patterns, swirls and weird lettering that was drawn in the dirt. or hanging down from trees. Anytime I drove thru (or under) these "symbols", there would be a "flash" in my brain and I would get one distinct "picture" of one symbol in my head. Like one time, the only picture I got was of a "black hole" (not the Space kind). I couldn't stop the car (by now it was a corvette) and I was desperately trying to swerve around these symbols (booby traps for the mind). The symbols were making my mind "numb". I even thought of the word paralyzed, but obviously I was still attempting to drive.
I remember thinking "aha! This is how they do it" (and people don't know) as I managed to swerve around a large "symbol" drawn on the road. my swerve took the car out of control, and . . . I woke up.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 16:26:50 GMT -6
I don't think even Freud would touch that with a ten foot pole LOL. JC I don't think these are the kinds of dreams that are covered in 'dreams 101'. I think...(I feel) that these dreams of yours are some product of real happenings that your mind figures it might be ready to face...first the dreams..then the memory sometimes.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2016 21:39:46 GMT -6
Im not gonna over-think this one! Nuh-uh! LOL. Since I was a little girl, some of my dreams, always in some 'bits', are what I now know to be "precog". By "bits" I mean, I could have a really wild dream, that never happens, but one little part of it does. for example, a long detailed dream about some vacation, I run into a friend from gradeschool, and he has a haircut that I notice in the dream (but why he's in my vacation??). The next day, I see this friend, and he has a haircut. Yes, over time I have tried to discover these 'bits'. And yes, the bits are often some "worthless" detail, and then sometimes the "worthless" detail has a specific meaning. Sometimes, I feel a certain "pressure" to Get it. Whether that is from myself, or someone else, let's go ahead and put under the catagory of over-thinking. When I had this particular dream about the symbols, I DID over-think during my dream. i thought "remember the scene in raider's of the lost ark, where Indy and his girlfriend are tied together as the Nazis open the Ark? How they keep their eyes closed, and are not harmed by whatever that came out of the Ark, because they didn't see it?" WTH?! What a silly idea, I said. But I tried closing my eyes during the dream, while I was driving, as I approached the symbols. ___________________________________________ Ok. Since that dream, I have had a "flash" of a memory, while thinking about that dream. It also seems like this "flash", I may have seen in some movie, except the "flash" was perceived as on my bedroom wall. I have talked about seeing "shadows" go into the cracks between the top of the wall and the ceiling. That is a familiar motif. I have heard people talking about "symbols" and I understand what they mean, it has a familiarity to it, but no consistent memories of it. This "flasH" was of a approx. 3 inch wide "ribbon" running around the top of the wall near the ceiling. Running like both the ribbon was moving and symbols were moving on it; like symbols projected on to the ribbon, not the symbols printed on the ribbon. And as soon as i saw it, I instinctively closed my eyes. Had the thought again: "this is how they do it". Why not? If some people feel like when they look into aliens' eyes they become paralyzed (also like a vampire?), it makes just as much sense that if I look at certain symbols I "shut down". Both situations, we somehow can't close our eyes quick enough to "escape". IS there a message here? Is it just a "hopelessness"? (No, I don't feel "hopeless").
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2016 9:06:14 GMT -6
some people see 'the shadow people' others don't. I had a friend (I guess he still is but he and his family moved away). They moved into a house and he started seeing shadow people. The house had an 'aura' to it..not exactly evil but what I called 'creepy' or even infested. And they had some influence to him..unsettling dreams. But they never felt 'alien' more like a corner of their dimension crossed into this one at this point. He could hear voices there but not understood. If you feel they are aliens..they likely are..because we get those feelings we just don't listen enough to...he eventually was bothered enough to move
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 15:39:32 GMT -6
some people see 'the shadow people' others don't. I had a friend (I guess he still is but he and his family moved away). They moved into a house and he started seeing shadow people. The house had an 'aura' to it..not exactly evil but what I called 'creepy' or even infested. And they had some influence to him..unsettling dreams. But they never felt 'alien' more like a corner of their dimension crossed into this one at this point. He could hear voices there but not understood. If you feel they are aliens..they likely are..because we get those feelings we just don't listen enough to...he eventually was bothered enough to move I don't feel that "mine" are the "alien-type" as in a type we talk about here with buggy-like eyes. I understand that concept, that an "alien" being invisible in your home, may actually project a shadow; something like that. IDK. I'm thinking those shadows would be smaller and thinner. But if both "alien-type" and paranormal type BOTH use some sort of portal into our world, who knows?? the shadows that "flit" about, moving quickly? hmmmmmm. Maybe aliens. I get the impression from most people that comment on "shadow people", that it is always a surprise to the person that sees them, whether it is from the corner of their eye, or shows up in a picture they took. I think that I have conveyed that the type I have now, are aware that I see them, and are just a small part of my life. The best way I know to describe the "ones" that I see the most, are like the ones from the movie "Ghost" with Whoopi, Swayze, and Demi. Except they aren't coming to get me because I'm dead. Lol. The shadow is already there, but it stretches or moves, or becomes bigger, and separates itself from the shadow it came from. There is a "natural shadow" in the corners of one part of a room, even in broad daylight, ya know? What I saw, years ago, when I first woke up in the morning (one of those natural "hypo" whatevers?) was a larger line of shadows, creeping up the wall, getting smaller and smaller, and seeming to go into the crack (seam) where the wall meets the ceiling. Honestly, I don't remember right now if this vision scared me-it may say so on my personal thread or somewhere. I can remember thinking that "they were leaving me". Leaving me, as in, they came to be part of my bad dreams, even to possibly cause them or "feed" off them (my bad dreams). I don't know where this idea started with me. But when this "vision" happened again, and mind you, I'm just waking up, that's what I think. The "shadow people" that are life size, and look like people, just blacked out (or emptiness?), IMO, come into my home with real people who come over. Like an attachment they don't know they have. Except "these" do take up 'space'. And yes, they (these people-looking shadows) seem curious, and are more obvious to me. I can't recall this "change"-when it happened. I mean, if I saw something attached to a human, it was often just a "dark blob" like on their shoulder, or a dark spot on their aura. gee, at one time I didn't even know that what I was "reading" was a persons' aura. Is a shadow person a tulpa? Why do the ones in my home seem harmless? Even if they were "accidently dropped off here"? The only time that I am clearly wary of them, is when I sense them outside, when I could be sensing a human? Like the darkness between 2 houses, when I'm out walking my dog (there's darkness between every house). I'll sense something, but purposely clear my mind, and walk past. Then down the street a little ways, my dog will stop, and seem to look back to that same place. Its happened so many times, that I have to consider that I'm sending "cues" to my dog . . As for 'alien faces' just suddenly popping up, and then disappearing? that's really creepy and I'd think that I would recall if that has happened to me. I was pleasantly surprised, when the "alien" I pictured in my mind on one of our experiments, almost matched the "alien" that someone from the Allagashfour drew, after his experience. I didn't think any deeper than that . . other than, in my mind, I have never seen an "alien" with ANY of my experiences (whatever THAT means). I still say that. My known "alien" experiences (those that seem to be like some other human's experience), like me being shown something "they" want me to see, the "thing"/"being" guiding me along, stays just out of my sight; like standing at my elbow? Like, like, LOL. Often, "creatures" in my most livid "dreams", are blobs of material. I often see scenes depicted in slo-mo, so I think that I "see" things between their metamorphed stages. Which, also kind of fits with me originally seeing attachments to people, in awake life, as blobs. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 15:49:21 GMT -6
as for what happened to your friend, Jo. I believe him.
Thank goodness I have not felt the "infestation" of a house. I'm sure it happens.
I have felt a "cloying", sticky feeling, in a room. Definitely uncomfortable.
But not something a person has to live with, or take with them.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 20:16:44 GMT -6
Apparently this was in infestation of the house..past residents..something. When he moved it didn't follow...for which I'm sure he's really grateful. It was 'effecting' him he said. He was starting to have paranoid thoughts and unusual dreams. I know he's glad it stayed behind.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 12:52:44 GMT -6
* theconversation.com/mondays-medical-myth-you-cant-mix-antibiotics-with-alcohol-4407. Wednesday night of this week I sipped two glasses of white wine (Moscato-fruit) between 5:30 pm and 8:00 p.m., while mowing (taking my time) my sister's front and back yard. I had mowed my own lawn on Tuesday and really didn't have the energy to mow a second lawn so soon. Was it just last week my Dr. started me on a new, different antibiotic? This one, I taste it as I put it in my mouth AND for a while afterwards. The hives are resolved after 2 more doses of Benadryl, but I'm still "itchy" in my head and shoulder area. Trying to think of a thicker base, like vaseline, that I can safely mix witch hazel with? So maybe the results of witch hazel last longer? Anyhow, this is a dream thread, and Wednesday night I had a doozey. I know I talk about clarity of some of my dreams, but I don't recall alcohol making the clarity so pronounced? I never felt "tipsy", and I ate a normal dinner amount that evening. As a matter of fact, both yesterday and today I have felt better than I have in a long time. . . ,. Last night I had a "super weird" dream also. And today, in a short nap, I heard someone talking "near me" and thought someone was trying to wake me up. Letting myself be woke up, I realized the voice I was hearing was my own; talking out loud. LOL. Huh. Not gonna have any more alcohol for awhile. ************ I dreamed that I was visiting a large, storied nursing home, that turned out to be a home for the mentally ill. Not saying that all elderly have dementia. But there was an extra quo, that I am quite familiar with in dreamland. That would be . . . evil. Demon possession and the like. The lady giving me the "tour" seemed to have some supernatural powers, and of course, by this point in my life (I will explain later) I just act like everything happening is expected, and "OK". She had to make a "stop" to check a (basement?) garage area. It was very dark, and when the light switch wouldn't work, I didn't want her going in there, because she was "old and Frail", ya know? So I started going in there myself (like I knew what I was doing?) and she passed me! Drifting mysteriously around some tables with cages, about 40 feet or so into the room. Gliding, drifting . . . and it was still very dark, but somehow I could see that the cages were empty. But there was rustling noises at our feet, and here comes this malnourished little dog, just one, and we had come in here to feed it. (I'm smiling through all of this and the lady asks me why I am smiling? Knowing she "glided" right in front of me. I tell her "Cute dog".) (and now I'm suspicious that I'm dreaming. Because the dog looks very much like my sisters chiawuwah, and I had it on my lap part of the real Wednesday evening. ). Pretty soon, on the tour, I see "other house residents" with their own pets, and ALL the pets look malnourished to the extent of lethargic. Like, how could you trust these people to remember to feed their pets? Or the pets have taken pills too? I'm starting to "reason" that my dream theme is about these poor little pets . . . I sneek them extra food, etc. . . . but at lunch time, I'm in a lunch hall with Drs., nurses, residents, etc., and my daughter shows up. She's doing an internship for her doctorate on psychology (in the dream world) and I just came to see her. My daughter finishes her lunch, and I'm told that I am welcome to accompany her down the hall for a private lecture given by another dr. Nah, I decide I want to see if I can feed some more poor, neglected animals. Walking around freely, I soon discover another lunch room (of course!) where the "more ill" patients are dining; with staff positioned on happy guard duty. As I come into this lunch room, I have startled a lady (patient) who turns around in her chair with Phyllis Dillr hair and only the whites of her eyes showing- huge, and NOT sightless. A small table (old-fashioned kind that sits next to hospital beds-for syringes, lunch tray, etc.) comes clattering across the floor, all by itself, and stops in front of me. A staff member at a podium looks over at me and smiles, and I shrug, and apologize for startling anybody. Feeling kinda "sheepish" I look at the "dining crowd", walk around the cart, and decide its time to go find that lecture, afterall. I wake up. Because this same daughter is calling me on my cell phone and it wakes me up. Whew. Don't know where THAT dream was going. It was starting to feel like one "of those I have trouble getting out of". Such as, the dining room had windows. I look again and there is not. The person at the podium was a tall, dressed in white, professional-looking man, and then it becomes a large, obnoxious lady dressed in bright colors (in an otherwise colorless society). And as I was finding these poor, little doggies, there was an "undercurrent" of another little doggie with a staff member; just always out of my sight. When I got a fleeting glimpse, the poor thing was just dragging its useless back legs everywhere, and had a (almost human) head 2 sizes too big for its body. With big, deep set, sorrowful eyes. It just kept tagging along with this staff member as he went from room to room . . (empty patient rooms-because they all were at lunch? was he really staff?) Weird. Will tell the other dream another time. This took too long and it is gorgeous outside!!!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2016 12:27:46 GMT -6
"benefits. A study by Erin Wamsley of the Harvard Medical School, along with a few friends, demonstrated how dreaming of performing a task enhanced the participants's performance with the same tasks in waking life. While these dreams didn't necessarily solve the experiment's mazes and puzzles, the researchers found memories from prior attempts were consolidated and reorganized in dreams, enhancing performance the next time around." Read more: theedgeofreality.proboards.com/thread/6192/benefit-academic-nightmares#ixzz4CKkoIcxh......***** Yes
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 11:35:55 GMT -6
Wow! I THINK I may have had a "normal" dream last night!!
No feelings of foreboding, or really any feelings about anything. Actually so boring, that I can't help thinking "What was that all about?" π ***** I was walking with a great mass of people (also walking). We were walking a certain direction together (which in my dream I knew where I was/it looked like an area I see every week, so we were traveling North). There was mild snow on the ground but we weren't cold or distressed in any way. Just like in real life, we were coming down a large hill that has roads separating it into different levels. There were no cars. And there were no electric lights on anywhere? Talked with a couple of people- one conversation was with a guy about where we used to live? After a lot of walking, and around a steep incline, we reached our "destination". A bunch of brown, unmarked buildings, all one level, and nestled closely together. I went in, not knowing what I was supposed to do; just followed the crowd. We were to be seated (just find a spot) at round tables that held 6 people. Pencils were lying on the table. The table I sat at had chairs and pencils only; a table nearby had 2-3 desktop computers on them. Some overhead announcement said a particular person (his name) had lost their pencil from the last session. In the middle of the announcement, this individual walked up to me and asked me if I had seen it? I showed him the pencil in my hand as my table filled up with other people. We were there to do our taxes!!? Huh? Only time that I felt incredulous.. ... Couldn't believe this was what it was. Got over that feeling real quick as the loud speaker said something (I couldn't hear) and the lady sittng to my right and I went and gathered delicious looking donuts and coffee that were available....
I woke up.
Haven't had a donut in awhile π. Very very rare for me to have a dream like this. π
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2016 23:45:12 GMT -6
Aaaaaaaaccck!! Why can't I have more nights of boring dreams with coffee and sweets?!?
Last night I dreamed that I was a dragon (a white one?). And a red dragon kept trying to hunt me down. We were both "people" part of the time, and he could turn into his dragon form a lot faster than I could mine!
People were running and screaming in a modern setting, and I spent a lot of time trying to hide, and wondering why the guy hated me so much!
Too weird
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 12:10:26 GMT -6
I know that I am dreaming a lot, but I am only remembering parts. I dreamed last night that I was riding in the backseat of a car. Someone I didn't know (male) was driving, and a childhood friend of mine was sitting in the front passenger seat; turned so that she could talk to me. We all looked like we were high school age, and in real life I did know her through high school. Never rode in a car with her past Girl Scout trips, and I am not hardly ever (to this day) riding in a back seat. π
πDefinitely a dream thing; we were talking about "past lives". She mentioned some "god", we pulled over to the side of the road for serious discussion, and I was "wrenched" out of deep sleep by a distinct rhythmic "knocking" outside the bedroom window. I lay there, dumbfounded. The "knocking" sounded like heavy ice dripping through a wooden deck and hitting the ground. We had a mild snow yesterday, but it got much colder last night. No way was anything melting or dripping to the ground. After laying there a moment, I thought to myself, "and I bet the time of night is around 3 am" π. Picked up my cell phone; yep. 3:14 am. Tried to memorize this name of a "god" that my dream friend had told me. All I can recall is that it ended in something like "mazda" (lol). Went back to sleep.
Next partial dream that I was dreaming was, I was watching tv in my dream. Everything, the room, tv show, etc. was in black and white color. There was a loud riot on tv, with Trump on a stage. The camera person kept panning to the crowd, and then back at the stage, then back .... at one point the crowd panning was slow enough that I tried to read people's lips, to try and figure out what was going on. The crowd was all white, all men, young to middle age, and the atmosphere was that they were very angry at Trump. ? That's all I recall. ??
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2016 9:58:26 GMT -6
Note: as far as I know, I have never dreamed of anything political.
Last night; typical dreams; like reviewing the day I just had, events. π. It is a relief. I don't get these very often either. I just know these type of dreams are "typical" of what most people dream about.
**** I checked around the back of the house for the "source" of the noise that woke me from dreaming at 3:00 am. Nothing to note. That area is now well lit at night because of holiday lights. π
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