I’ve entered week three of the lucid dreaming course. So far, I’ve not had success in becoming lucid but my dream recall has skyrocketed. Last night was a marathon of dreams.

Prior to bed I asked for healing. I didn’t specify what kind and left it to my guidance. Two nights ago, I asked to be given the answer to a question, “What is the point of life?” or something similar (can’t recall my exact wording).

Dreams

Cat Supplies

This entire dream was me shopping for supplies for a new cat or kitten. Since the cat wasn’t present, I don’t know the age of the animal. 

I went along the isles looking for a litter box and cat food specifically. The litter box was high up on the shelves and the only one left. I had a worker grab it for me. When he brought it down it was one of those enclosed litter boxes.

When I woke I was thinking about how I would never own a cat and how smelly the litter boxes can be. It occurred to me that perhaps this is symbolic of a return of the feminine in my life/dreams? That is always what cats symbolize for me – the Divine Feminine and Kundalini energy.

Healing

This dream is foggy now but I jotted down some notes and recall the healing portion well.

I remember traveling down a highway (life trajectory) with no cars trying to avoid being caught by someone. My SIL was there so maybe I was avoiding her? 

Then I was laying on a white table as if in a medical setting. Someone was inserting an object into my vagina. I felt a pleasurable, root chakra sensation, but it was very muted in the dream. So much so that I barely recognized what was happening. I was talking to someone and my focus was on the conversation but I cannot recall the words now or even a summary of the discussion.

The healing taking place shifted and I was watching my husband receiving healing of his own. No other person was present that I could see. I felt what he felt and it was pretty much nothing at all. There was only one very brief feeling of pleasure, like a lightening bolt, but it vanished. I recall thinking it peculiar and woke up.

New House

I was purchasing a new house in a city I once lived in. I selected it over a much more expensive one in another area. My sister was with me and we were on a boat (navigating emotion), like one of those covered tourist boats. It was anchored by the pier. I told my sister I was buying the house. Excited, I told her I only had to pay $8K for it and that I planned to get a job teaching in the area. I had a whole plan lined up. She was not happy for me. In fact, she was acting as if she were jealous of me.

Road

This dream was of me traveling very fast along a small, gravel road (life trajectory) in the country. I was flying along and at one point turned around and went back. The road was not the same, though. Instead of being clear, it was overgrown. In some places the grass was so high it was nearly impossible to traverse. I recall having to dodge large patches of overgrowth and other “vehicles”.

When I woke up, the song, “Total Eclipse of the Heart” was going through my head. Specifically, “Turn around” was repeating. 

Visit with Friend

In this dream I arrived at my friend Angela’s house. She and her husband were sitting with me and I was happily telling them about some of my dreams (the ones above). The feeling from them was off, though, and I knew they were thinking, “This isn’t the time for this”, meaning it was not the time for me to talk about myself. They wanted me to be there for them but I was talking about me.

I got up and paced for a bit. I felt a ton of sadness coming up. I felt unwanted. As I looked around the space, I spotted something in the corner of the room. I walked over and saw it was a couple of gallons of cold milk, condensation rolling down the sides of the containers. I picked one up. It was really cold. I poured myself a cold glass of milk (nourishment, maternal instinct, family) as I told my friend, “Sometimes I feel like you want me to get the fuck out.” I burst into tears and woke up.

Checking Out

This dream was similar to another I had not long ago. I was almost lucid it was very vivid.

I stood in line at a grocery store register. As I put my items on the conveyor belt I was having a conversation with someone in my mind while also interacting with the cashier and the others in line with me. 

There was a young, dark haired girl there and I said, “Oh, you’re just a baby!” She was probably in her 20s. When I said this I thought it an odd thing to say and then realized I was “old” and my perspective had changed because of my age. 

When it was time to pay, I didn’t pay with money. Instead, I gave the cashier colored, rectangular pieces of something thick, like plastic. On the ends of each piece were pieces of Velcro of the same color as the piece. I scanned them and with the scan there were words describing aspects of my life, like life themes, along with monetary amounts. I can’t recall them now but altogether they amounted to the total for my groceries. 

While going through the motions of the dream I was thinking about life, imagining life without actual physical aging. I saw a woman (me maybe?) growing up, caught up in life, raising kids and always rushing about. Then I saw the life slowed down and it seemed time was growing short. The contrast between youth and old age was obvious, especially in terms of time. In youth there is tons of time, while in old age time seems fleeting. All along I was considering my own life and how fast it flew by.

Then I was in the bathroom relieving myself when someone banged on the door. They banged so hard the door was moving. I got up and opened the door. Standing there was the young, darked haired girl from before. I asked, “Are you in a hurry to get in here?” She nodded. I stood in the door blocking access. Teasing her, I asked why and she just looked at me like I was stupid. I told her she almost broke the door. Still amused, I stepped aside and let her in. All the while I was thinking about how young she was. The idea “Youth is wasted on the young” comes to me now as I type this. 

I asked my guide why it has to be the way it is, wondering why we have to grow old. Why can’t we just continue in young bodies? He replied to me (and it hit hard), “Everyone has to do it [die]”. I got upset at his words, the images still in my mind of staying forever young. Not necessarily living forever, but living a long life full of youth and vibrancy, without old age creeping in. I said to him, “I don’t want to die” and began to cry, slow, regretful tears. The feeling I had with my words were, “I’m not done yet. I have so much left to do.”

When I woke I lingered in bed for a while. I remember hearing myself say to my guide, “It’s not about me”. With this came full understanding that my requests had been answered.

I asked, “How long?” And heard back, “Soon”. This ultimately woke me and I wondered what I was asking about. My first thought was I was asking how long I had left to live. 

At another point I heard, “You need to move past it.” Instantly I knew “it” was the heart connection experience I had. Initially I thought my guide was wrong but pushed that aside when I felt the sadness that still remained.

Later I realized that part of the reason my dream experiences have been infrequent is because I am avoiding the healing and Knowing that comes with them. When I do have vivid dreams, they are wrought with tears and difficult messages, that’s for sure. 

Thoughts

I lingered in bed for some time thinking of the last dream, especially the part, “It’s not about me”. I could see how I’ve lived my life up until now only for myself – most of us do. Trapped in my own little Universe, I’ve missed out on so much going on around me. It is clear that I need to go about my life from now on reminding myself that “it’s not about me”. Life will show me what it is I am here to do if I just do that. But can I? How do I break a life-long habit? I don’t have much hope. My dream indicates that I am already in the process of “checking-out”.