Monthly Archives: May 2019

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Dream: Candy & OBE: Cereal

I didn’t sleep much last night. My husband is out of town on business (NY this time) and that always causes interruptions in my sleep. I woke up at 4am from the below dream and couldn’t go back to sleep for over an hour from the thoughts it evoked.

Dream: Candy 

My mom (other version of self) and step-father asked me to go to Wal-Mart to return something for them. My mom handed me her ID and a bag of unopened, individually wrapped hard candies (pleasure, indulgence). I looked at the bag noticing most of the candies were green (healing, heart, emotion). My mom said something about two of the three being wrong or tasting wrong and then said,”We never opened the bag.” I told her I would return them.

Then I was driving in a car through a parking lot (delay) looking for a place to park. I noticed very few cars were up front so drove very fast through the isle toward the front. I kept an eye out for reverse lights so as to not get hit. I found a spot of close but had to wait on someone to back out, so I decided to go for a spot on the other side, the left, but noticed they were handicapped and so took the original spot once it opened.

Inside the store resembled a clothing store like JCPenney and not Wal-Mart. I remember walking down the isles toward an intersection. I stood in the middle of two intersecting isles and kind of zoned out. I do recall feeling energy rising up from my root and feeling the orgasmic bliss as I stood there where anyone and everyone could see me. At the time I think there was someone watching from the right. It felt like a male but I can’t recall much more than that.

When I came “back” from the bliss trip I had been on, I went up to a lady and asked for a return. I gave her my mom’s ID and told her I wanted to return the candy. She was nice and took the candy and processed the return without issue. We chatted a bit and I recall worrying there would be an issue because it was my mom’s return, not mine, and I did not have her credit card. I didn’t need it, though, and the lady sent me on my way asking me if I wanted to take the bag of candy with me. Another lady that worked there questioned her and told he that wasn’t the policy on returns. I remember turning toward the lady and reaching toward the bag as I told her I would take it. I don’t remember if I took it, though.

When I woke up my mind would not stop mulling over certain things and I ended up having to sleep on my stomach in order to calm myself down. Stomach sleeping tends to ease physical hunger, anxiety and over-active mind for me for some reason.

OBE: Cereal

I was not surprised to end up OOB.

I was downstairs in our kitchen. An older woman was talking to another woman about her problems. I heard her and began to talk to her about my dream and the problem I had been thinking of previously. The woman gave me a look of, “Did I ask? I was talking.” So I stopped talking and turned around toward the counter. An older man was standing by the sink. I said to him, “Does Adrian know about her birthday cake?” I saw a cake very clearly through the cabinets on a lower shelf. The old man said, “Shhh!” and came up behind me, put his hand over my left breast and pinched hard. He did this while pressing his entire body up against mine as if spooning me while standing. I said, “Ow! Sorry! If I see it there, wouldn’t she?” I was holding in my hand two plastic baggies. One was of ground coffee (awareness) and the other of cereal (trying something new). I remember feeling the man’s body very acutely and wondering why he was still standing up against me like that. I sensed he was aroused yet he did not have an erection.

My lucidity peaked suddenly. I shifted momentarily back to my body and then returned to the scene.

When I returned I was in the kitchen again and the old man was sitting next to a woman who looked a lot like my mom. I thought he must be my step-father and recall thinking about his erection problems and wanting to help him. I went up to him and felt from him a nervousness about my being close to him. He felt uncomfortable with his attraction to me and though I wanted to help I knew better than to push it on him. So, I decided to go toward the back door to go outside and explore and fly. I sensed if I did I would not be allowed, as if there was a lesson meant to be learned from the immediate scene alone. The minute I put my hand on the knob I shifted back into my body.

When I woke up I wondered if old men who could not maintain an erection had sexual dreams, if they experienced sexual arousal in dreams, and how the Kundalini would effect them physically. Would the K energy give them an erection they could maintain?

I’m not entirely sure what the “lesson” of the OBE was except that maybe I was being shown the cereal as a reminder of an OBE from long ago. In the OBE I was told,  when all you have is oatmeal, “sometimes you want cereal”. Now, when I see cereal in dreams and OBEs I know it has to do with a desire to change, a desire to shift things from the same ol’ same ol’ to something new and more interesting.

 

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Lucid Dream: The Garden

My family just returned from a five day trip to South Padre Island, Texas. It was nice though the drive is always a challenge. We took our dog, Monty, which made things even more interesting and fun. Extended family was also there at the same time. I’m not sure I liked that part, though. Too much pressure to do what the group wants tends to put a kink in my relaxation. I like to plan as I go.

This trip was mostly a lazy beach trip. We did very little besides the beach and pool. It was nice and relaxing. The kids had fun and the weather was perfect!

 

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May 20th

We left on the 20th, which if you have forgotten, was a date given to me by my guidance as a “heads up”. Turns out that morning I woke up crying from a dream in which I was asked a simple question, “Would you describe your life as warm or cold?” I answered, “Definitely cold.”

The dream went on from there with a discussion about why I thought as I did and me thinking of one particular time that I considered warm. This led to much grief and upset and I ended up waking in tears.

I also had a precognitive dream that suggests an issue at me and my husband’s place of employment. The past owner, who died many years ago now, was the one to give the message. He said point blank, “We are going down.” This was in reference to something happening on a particular construction job that was a missed and dominoes into a much bigger headache, one that could lead to the end of the company.

Lucid Dream – The Garden

Then this morning I woke from a strange dream I can’t recall now. When I returned to sleep I ended up lucid inside a space that was very calming and familiar to me. I was surrounded by people. Some were with me, others were standing around tables conversing. The tables were spread out around a garden with crushed stone paths, flowering vines, trickling waterfalls and pools, trees, shrubs, bushes, flowers, etc. There seemed to be a mountain of some sort near as well. I could perceive it as a sort of boundary to the garden and the rest of the garden seemed rectangular shape, almost like it was within a room.

Throughout the dream I was aware that the people in this garden were there to help me. Call them guides, my Team, or whatever, but I knew they were there FOR me. There were way more than I could count and all exuded a calm, peace-filled love and acceptance. I felt completely at ease with each of them.

Sometimes I would see someone that I recognized over the others, like a “friend” or at least someone I had memory of beyond that space. For example, I saw a very familiar dark haired woman with a bright smile. When I saw her I focused on her longer than the other and called her by name. We embraced and immediately passionately kissed and touched. I think I called her “Michelle” but can’t recall now. It is like names and conversations turn to gobbledygook in my mind once I wake. They swirl together like tie dye in my head. Literally. But only if I am not meant to remember them it seems.

I recall walking along with a guide or two talking and looking at the tables with people at them. It was almost like these were subject-specific “booths” to work through certain things. Like advice booths maybe.

Some things I recall being told were – “You are not use to looking like this.” This statement came along with reassurance and the sense that it was in reference to this life and this body. I remember feeling unsettled when I received this communication, as if the women telling me was trying to get me to understand why I felt like I did in this body and lifetime. When I heard her words I relaxed and accepted what was said as fact. It felt like truth.

I also remember being told, “This place is composed of people from your past, not your present and future.” It was not those exact words but the sense was that what I was experiencing was a kind of mingling with people I knew “before” (this life perhaps), which explained why I recognized them.

Every once in a while my lucidity would become so much that I would blink back into my physical body but every time I would relax and come back to this place. There was no doubt in my mind that the place was created for me, maybe even by me. It was Home, at least one of them, and I could feel it through and through. I encountered so many friends there and remember talking to them and recognizing their roles in my experience(s). They felt very much like guides but more than that. It is hard to explain.

In one particularly lucid moment I looked around at the garden and everyone vanished for a moment. I held my arms out in a T and began to spin in circles like a child would. I spun faster and faster until I entered a different scene from the perspective of what I think was a small child or infant. I could see a wooden nightstand next to a bed. The wall was covered in light colored wallpaper with tiny flowers on it. Near the floor I spotted a rip in the wallpaper and saw a dark almost black colored paint underneath. For some reason it felt like that rip was symbolic of the circumstances I found myself in.

Then I was watching from a different perspective, up in the corner of the room. I was looking at a woman dressed in very obviously 1960’s era clothing. Her hair was dark blonde and long with waves. She was talking to someone about making a choice, asking for advice on what to do. She was told that she had potential and did not need the added burden of a child. It felt like she was going to give up her child. Was that child me? I don’t know. I did not feel any attachment whatsoever to the scene I was witnessing. It was as if a scene from a movie or story. That is all.

I shifted back to my body momentarily and then back into the garden. I was standing in the very spot I had just been in before I spun into the other scene. Standing by a table were some “friends”. In front of me was the woman I had been with the entire time, though I can’t recall her features or anything now. I stared in front of me, the woman I was with seeming to be all around me but behind me specifically at this point. It was like I shifted into the middle of a conversation about my future and how to handle it. I remember being advised to “save” and I said, “Oh, you mean I will need to spend money and so have to save it.” In my mind flashes of buying necessities and such were coming to mind and I was thinking that the changes coming would mean I needed to be very smart in how I spent my money. I was told, “Not exactly.” I was advised again, “Save it.” I responded with, “Okay. I will save money.” At the time I was thinking to myself that I need to keep doing what I have already been doing with my paychecks.

There was more discussion then about what I would need to put my focus and attention on. It felt like we were talking about what I should eat but I am not so sure now. I was told to drink milk and heard the brand of milk. First I heard, “Science diet” and then “Hades”. I remember thinking, “What milk is called Hades?” I believe the conversation went with me asking, “Should I drink science diet?” And I heard back, “Milk.” That is when they gave me the name “Hades.”

My lucidity peaked again about this time. I remember seeing a man standing behind one of the tables. He was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. His features were very angular and I think he wore white. When I saw him I recognized him and immediately leaned in and kissed him. I could feel a tiny bit of his tongue in our kiss and I laughed and said, “I felt that! You always try and sneak in a bit of tongue.” It felt like he and I had history, what that history was I have no idea.

Near the front of the garden I heard lots of noise and a woman was complaining about the angels being allowed in too frequently. The woman was holding what looked like muddied white clothing. In the dream I remember wondering what the angels looked like and why they would be called in.

There is much of the experience that is lost to me now. I kept shifting back into my body and the longer I was in this garden place, the more lucid I became until eventually I did not shift back into it. When I woke I could feel energy in places of my body. The energy felt colored, the lighter the color, the more intense the energy. Like gold energy was the warmest and most active and blue the least. There was a massive golden energy around my left side that extended from my ribs to my pelvis.

I lingered in the in-between for a long while after and continued to converse with the female from my dream (who I never saw). I remember hearing the word “Vega” and also “Eniuanniki”. I saw it spelled as it was spoken and though it sounded familiar the way it was spelled did not match what I thought. There were lots of “i’s” and it reminded me of the word “Annunaki”. Honestly I don’t know if I was receiving the communication correctly. Maybe I was hearing more than one word? Hard to say now.

Considerations

After an experience like this it can be hard to put it all together into something that makes complete sense. The memories seem to have no order when I awake despite seeming to take place in order when they occur. It is like they are all happening at the same time to my mind and so it struggles to put it into Time order. So I am left only with a feeling and sense of this gift I was given.

First it feels that I was being shown a glimpse of Home and that it was given so that I recognized I was not alone. Yesterday as I was walking back from the beach to the hotel one last time, the gospel hymn, Softly and Tenderly was going through my head. Specifically, “Come home. Come home. Yea who are weary come home.” I actually sang the song as I walked to the hotel and recorded it on my Instagram feed.

Then I was being advised on something up and coming. I do not know for certain exactly what but during the dream I was thinking of being on my own again and concerns about money were on my mind. The advice to save and the strange Hades milk was given. Not sure what to think of the Hades milk! Milk = nourishment, abundance. Hades = underworld, wealth. Perhaps I am to drink abundance? Sounds like something my guides would tell me.

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Mother’s Day OBEs

Happy Mother’s Day!

It has been a while since I’ve had an OBE. This morning I woke at 6:40am feeling very rested and pleased with the quality of sleep I had. I was not eager to get up and start my day, though. So I decided to go back to sleep.

OBE 1

The first thing I recall is being in bed, covers up to my neck, snuggled in and feeling really drowsy. I kept hearing heavy metal music playing. At the time I knew the song but now I have no idea what song it was now. My husband got into bed and I physically felt the bed move with his weight. The movement and music signaled to me that I was dreaming.

As I lay there screens appeared in front of me of various scenes. My memory is foggy now but eventually, after seeing several and continuing to hear the music, I decided to go into one of the screens. When I did so my energy body shifted and I knew I was OOB.

Rather than emerge in the screen scene, I was standing inside an unfamiliar bedroom. The lights were off but I could see enough to make my way around the bed toward the door. Outside the room it resembled my Mom’s living room. I saw the front door and thought, “That was fast” in regards to the distance I traveled to get to the door. Also, I recognized my energy body was very, very balanced and had I not known I was OOB I would very likely have thought I was awake.

The interesting thing here is that as I started toward the door intent to go outside, the entire wall and door became transparent and I could see the front yard in vivid detail right through it. Then I was outside and immediately took flight. As I did I saw my dog Trooper running toward me. He was barking and not acting very nice, which is odd. I wasn’t phased, though, and turned around mid-flight to try and coax him into flight with me. He refused.

I turned back and flew up into the sky enjoying my freedom. I don’t recall much here of how I got to the next place I found myself but I know I flew along as I spoke with a male guide. The topic was about change I think and I remember hearing the word “Chiron”. I flew over a city with tall skyscrapers and typical city streets. To my right was a vast, dark body of water like a lake. The water seemed nearly black it was so dark and it was quite still. There was a broad city bridge to the left of it, like a parkway and I had the sense that someone waited for me there, perhaps the male guide I was talking to. So I stayed away from the bridge and water, observing as I hovered next to a tall apartment building.

As I stood there talking to this guide I seemed suddenly massive and the building like a model or toy in comparison. I looked into the tiny, lit window, saw no movement and then took off the roof. It was as if I was a giant curiously looking for the tiny creatures that lives in the world below.  I looked inside for people, saw none, and tossed the roof. Then I took another layer off. This time I saw a tiny person in a perfectly tiny kitchen. The person was unclothed and was smaller than a paperclip. I took the tiny body, which didn’t move or protest, and flung it over my shoulder in the direction of the water.

Suddenly disinterested, I shrank back down and flew into the city streets. I saw a small store, the name written on the sign stood out to me. It sounded very much like Chiron. I flew inside singing a song about change. People were gathered together inside. It was a bar I think but the lights were bright and the people were milling about seeming to be doing nothing in particular. I floated around the room looking each person in the face as I sang. The people reacted as if they did not know me. Most smiled or seemed curious as to who I was and why I was there. No one spoke, though, and I soon became bored. I had hoped to find someone there I felt a spiritual connection with.

False Awakening

Eventually the energy shifted and I was back in bed. At the time I thought I was awake but I was still OOB. I was thinking, “I need to write this down before I forget.” I remember noting the message of “Chiron” and there was another message about a type of healing modality but I can’t remember the word now. I got out of bed and saw an outline of light indicating a door to my right. I remember thinking it was the door to the bathroom showing through the bedroom closet. I thought, “Someone must have left the light on in the bathroom. I need to turn it off.”

As I headed toward the bedroom door, my husband said something to me. I think he said, “Don’t be gone too long.” I paused at the door. I sensed something was not right.  I headed into the living area and again it looked like my Mom’s house only the bathroom I was seeking was not there. This confused me. I felt like I needed to turn off the light. Where was I? What was I doing? I couldn’t remember my initial intent to type out my OBE before I forgot it.

OBE 2

My momentary confusion shifted me back to my body briefly. I knew I could exit despite the vibrations being almost nonexistent. My energy was so balanced that it was very difficult to discern what reality I found myself in. Ultimately I didn’t think but shifted to pure feeling/intuition, following that part of me that speaks without words.

Again I found myself very quickly moving from the bedroom to the living area. This time I didn’t pause at the front door but just moved through it into the front yard. Again it was transparent and offered no resistance as I passed through.

Outside I immediately took flight again. This time there was no dog. It was quite green and peaceful. In the distance, under a large oak tree, I saw two men sitting side by side on a wooden swing. Excited to see other people in what was very obviously my own personal universe, I floated over to them. I got there instantly and floated in front of them. I said, “Hi! Who are you?” The two men were identical. Twins. Both had dark hair and eyes, wore glasses and had beards. They appeared to be young and for a moment a flash of memory came to me of two twin boys. I knew these men were those boys and I recognized them. I knew them!

The two men looked at each other as if in silent communication. The man on the right (my left) got up from the swing and then seemed to vanish. I sensed that he needed to go; that his twin was meant to talk with me. I asked the remaining man, “Where did he go?” The man pointed to the thick trees and bushes behind me and said, “Just over there.” Oddly I seemed to understand completely, as if that location was where he belonged.

The man and I spoke for a little while after that. His face is still vivid to me but I have no idea who he was except maybe an aspect of myself there to provide guidance. The specifics of the conversations, as usual, are lost to me now. I seemed to immediately know he was there to provide guidance and based upon the feelings that arise from my memory of our encounter, I explained that I was unhappy and struggling with feeling unmotivated. Life feels to have no purpose anymore. My desire and motivation is low. I don’t understand why so little has changed in my world when so much has changed within. I wonder, what is the point of all my spiritual transformation if nothing in my physical world ever changes?

All of this was explained in an instant. I feel that it was communicated but there were no words, only a questioning look by me.

What I remember of his response was once sentence. He said, “You have to BE different.” In hearing this I knew that transformation within is just the first step. The next step is to take that inner transformation and transmute it into the physical.

My memory here is limited. The last thing I remember is receiving the message and seeing my guide’s face. My energy shifted and I once again went back to being in bed and struggling to differentiate between dream and reality.

It took me a bit but I managed to finally shifted fully back into my physical body. A song was going through my head. I mainly recall hearing, “So I stay…..”

 

 

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Dreams: Marshmallow Trees and Fortress Portal

The insomnia has passed. Yay! For a couple of days I had really deep, almost dreamless sleep, but now I think I have made up my lost hours. So, my dreams have returned in vivid detail.

Dream: Water Slide

I was at the top of a slide (going with the flow) looking down. A man was with me. I eagerly jumped down the slide and ended up going so fast that I jumped up over the side and then went up a section backwards. I was not phased by this and went to try again. The man mentioned that the more I practiced the better I would get. My second time around I went down without jumping over the side. I recall the water hitting me in the face making it hard for me to see and going up my nose. When I got to the bottom I went to yet another slide. This one was one of two up high on a wooden platform. I ran up the stairs to the top and looked down. It was a straight drop.

Dream: Marshmallow Trees

The dream seemed then to shift to another scene. This one was magical. It was very vivid and the colors bright like from out of a painting. We were on the water heading toward a place that reminded me of Hawaii. The water shimmered in the moonlight looking purple and blue.

On the island I was with other tourists looking around at everything. I recall my phone being my focus. I wanted to take pictures, specifically of the unique trees that were all over the island. The trees had fruit that looked like giant marshmallows. I picked one and ate it (enjoying the sweetness of life). Sure enough it tasted like marshmallow! I looked around for someone to take a picture of me beneath one of the trees. I asked a woman and she took some shots of me standing beneath the marshmallow laden branches.

A man who looked like a Hawaiian native was staring at me with disapproval in his eyes. I remember asking him about the trees, pointing to a marshmallow fruit that had some green spots on it. He said, “That’s mold (transformation).” I remember thinking that, like all fruit, this fruit must eventually rot and go bad. Nothing lasts forever.

Dream: Fortress Portal

Then I was walking down a white concrete road. As I walked a large, black Lab (on the right path) joined me. He was friendly and I petted him and continued to walk. I came to a very large building that, from the outside, looked like a solid, white concrete wall that went up for several stories. I couldn’t even see the roof. In front of me was the entrance, though, and through the double doors I could see lights and lots of vivid colors.

A woman welcomed me inside along with some others. She was in the kitchen preparing something to eat and behind her was a large, open room that was scattered with various furnishings – tables, lamps, and pianos (need to find my voice). It looked like it was being rearranged. I remember recognizing the space. I had seen it previously with many round, dining tables. It had been an elegant meeting hall of some kind. I said to her, “Weren’t you on a TV show…” She said, “No, I don’t believe so.” A person with me told me not to mention it as the woman was very touchy about the subject.

I observed everyone for a while, watching families seem to tour this very large building which I determined was much more than a mansion. It was a fortress (protection, healing). There were magnificent floor to ceiling, stone archways that led outside to a beautiful garden (growth, stability, potential).

I decided to venture outside into the garden. I remember building up my courage to do so and making certain to wear sunglasses (protection). I noticed as I walked outside there was rubble between the building and the gardens, as if some destruction had occurred. I carefully stepped over jagged, broken slabs of concrete and onto a path into the garden.

Once in the garden I seemed to be observing the others there. At a high point, like a hill, there would appear through a large, golden archway, people seemingly out of the blue. They were coming to visit someone standing on the hill. It was explained to me that these people were both from this person’s past and future. Something about witnessing this caused emotion to build until I was sobbing. The emotion was not grief. Instead it was a sense of relief, as if what I was seeing was proof of the Divine nature of things. It is hard to put into words. As I think of it now, I think I was seeing someone review/view a lifetime or maybe what it might be like for a person after they cross over to the Other Side.

When I woke I knew what I had seen was some kind of portal.

Considerations

All of the dreams were very vividly colored. In fact, that is what I recall the most about them. The colors were so vibrant and memorable. The island dream colors were like something out of a painting or a fairy tale; unrealistic and exaggerated almost. The marshmallows tasted sweet and just like I remember they should taste. The marshmallow trees seemed so real, as if somewhere they actually existed. Can you imagine? Marshmallow fruit? Yum!

Despite all the great dreams I woke up in a depressed mood. I’m not sure why. I mainly just wanted to stay asleep. Sometimes I wish to sleep forever, and this morning was one of those times. My dream activity is just so much more fulfilling than my physical life.