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OBE: Storm Warning

Another unexpected OBE. 🙂

Dream: Massive Fish Aquarium

I was going to the church with my husband. He was invited to an event and he was unsure if he would go because of the distance he would have to travel. I laughed saying it had only taken a few steps to get there and he disagreed. I thought perhaps he meant the distance from inside our house so I said, “Okay, maybe about 7 minutes max.” He left and I drifted off into a deep sleep waiting for his return. I would momentarily wake to see if he was around. In one of those moments, there were two young women sitting beside me. One was talking about being there to take a test and mentioned the grade she would need. I told her, “It has to be 100%”. This made us all laugh for some reason. I looked around for my husband and said to them, “I guess he left me.” 

Around this time I noticed an aquarium in the room. I went up to investigate, looking at all the beautiful fish inside it. The more I looked, the bigger the aquarium seemed until it seemed to surround me from floor-to-ceiling. There were tropical fish the size of a football inside. A woman asked me a question about it. I think it was whether it was a salt or freshwater tank. I told her freshwater. I lingered, worrying the fish hadn’t been fed and wondering how it was cleaned. 

I seemed to drift off to sleep again despite fighting heavy eyes. I remember becoming aware of what I was wearing at this time, a bit worried it was too little. I was wearing workout tights and a white workout bra. I decided I didn’t care and drifted off to a heavy, wonderful sleep. Sometime in this drugged state I overheard the women talking about a storm coming. One said to the other, “You might make it. It’s hasn’t reached four corners yet.” 

OBE: Storm Warning

Eventually, I opened my eyes and found myself sitting outside on a bench in the dark. There is vague memory of someone telling me something, nudging me to get moving. So, I began to take off my clothes as if readying myself. This is when I felt like I was being watched. I turned and looked over my shoulder. In a window high above me was a little girl peering down at me. She was just staring at me and I waved at her, saying hello. She had a blank look on her face which made me worried that what I was doing was inappropriate. I decided I didn’t care and began to remove my clothing anyway. However, I paused, recognizing the situation made no sense. I said aloud with certainty, “I’m out-of-body.” 

I stood up and felt my surroundings shift in such a way that reverberated through my astral body. I was soon aware of myself in my bed and my vision had gone totally black. I didn’t even have a perception of my surroundings in that black and white, shifty mental vision I usually have. 

There was a song playing loudly. A person was singing along with an accompaniment of music. They were singing, “It’s time to….move.” It was an upbeat song and so I sang along, knowing that if I sang my vibration would rise. 

I quickly moved through the house, instinctively heading towards the front door, singing the entire time. My vision didn’t turn on and I was completely blind, yet I somehow knew where I was. It was my Mom’s house. I fully believed when I made it outside my vision would turn on with stunning clarity. It always has in the past. Unfortunately, I was greeted with total darkness. This didn’t phase me and I continued outside, still singing loudly.

I hadn’t gotten far when I was hit hard in the head. My first thought was, “That really hurt!” It was a very physical pain. It knocked me to the ground and I thought, “That’s never happened before.” Strangely enough, the knock on the head brought on my vision. I looked up and saw what had hit me. It was a large oak tree, its massive branches low to the ground, surrounding me almost like a nest. I climbed out, looking up at the sky. There were massive, black storm clouds over the top of the house. The wind was whistling threateningly. I tried to take flight, intending to fly directly into the clouds, but it felt like I was anchored to the ground. So, I turned around to look in the opposite direction. Just above the treetops I could make out a menacing, rotating, mass of lighter colored clouds. It was a tornado. The howling wind sounded almost like a scream and stopped me in my tracks. I felt an energy hit me in my chest. Thinking it bad, I fought it unsuccessfully. Soon after, I woke up in bed, my heart chakra warm and tingly. 

Upon waking the song was still clear as day in my mind. I made a voice recording of it and went back to sleep.

Considerations

What stands out to me the most in the above dream and OBE was how real it felt when I bumped my head. It was a very physical pain. It seemed almost like someone punched me to get my attention, and it worked. The next thing that stands out is my reaction to the tornado and how the energy hit me square in the chest. I wouldn’t call it fear exactly. It was more in line with nervous excitement or that anticipatory feeling one gets right before an important event. One would think the tornado would cause fear and that fear would be felt in the pit of the stomach. And, of course, there is the song message that was repeating throughout: It’s time to move. IDK if this means changing physical location, if I was just being nudged to move in that moment, or something else.

The other symbolic aspects that stand out are the fish in the aquarium. Fish, for me, are symbolic of ideas. These fish were numerous, active and healthy. The drowsy feeling indicates a desire to withdraw into my own world or perhaps to be sleepwalking through life. Finally, I am taking off my clothing when I realize I am dreaming. I haven’t done that in ages. Removing my clothing or being naked indicates a willingness to be vulnerable by exposing myself completely. 

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Short OBE

Welcome to 2024. Hoping it is better than 2023.

It’s been a while and I apologize. The holidays are not a fun time for me and I have been sick twice, once after Thanksgiving and once after Christmas. I also continue to have debilitating dry eye that causes me to limit screen time to only that which is necessary.

I could write a recap of 2023, but I don’t want to waste my time on a year that I would much rather forget altogether. I could write about what I feel lies ahead for 2024, but I prefer not to look ahead that far.

Today I am going to post a short OBE I was blessed with around 4am this morning. It is so rare that I have OBEs, lucid dreams or other experiences these days that I cherish them when they do happen now. Even if they are super short, like this one was.

Short OBE

I woke abruptly around 3:30am. After some time in a discussion with a guide (private, sorry), I asked to be allowed to fall asleep. I was asked, “Do you promise to do something about it?” I said, “Yes.” This seemed to be what was needed to release my mind and I fell asleep.

The next thing I remember is talking to someone. I don’t remember the conversation and it stopped the minute I began to focus on my surroundings. It was dark and I was outside. I walked past a church on my right. I couldn’t see it but I knew it was a church. In front of me, growing along the edge of a parking lot, were shrubs. I noticed a new one had broken through the concrete. It was almost past my knees it had grown so tall. I reached down and touched one of it’s waxy, dark green leaves. The leaf was nearly as large as my palm, cool to the touch and smooth.

Something about the feel of the plant caused me to pause. I turned to look at the church, but couldn’t see anything except the image in my mind. It was a small church with large windows. I turned back towards the shrub and decided to touch it again. This time I focused on how it felt. The cool, smooth leaf confirmed my suspicion. I thought to myself, “I’m out-of-body (OOB).” 

In recognizing I was OOB, I began to sense not only my astral body but also my physical body. They were superimposed and the sensation of it was familiar. I had nearly forgotten how it felt. I could shift from one to the other with just a thought. It’s hard to describe but it’s sorta like the energetic equivalent of jumping on a trampoline, one is heavy and pulling you down while the other is light and pulls you up.

I looked up into the darkness and decided I could see. My vision turned on immediately and the scene in front of me presented itself in full color. Seeing through closed eyelids never ceases to amaze me. It was not dark outside after all. I could see the church behind me more clearly and the glossy green leaves of the plants in front of me. The church was closed and no one was around. The area reminded me a small, suburban community.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t hold the scene because I became too excited. It had been too long and all I wanted was to explore; to feel the freedom and lightness I knew was within reach. 

I settled into my physical body smoothly and lay there a moment, hoping I would be able to return, but I did not. So, I ended up mulling over the OBE. The symbolism seemed to point to new growth amidst a situation in which no movement had been made in a long time (parking lot). The church was a reminder that a place of spiritual nourishment is within reach and has been this whole time.

Hoping I would be able to succeed again, I returned to sleep with the intent to go OOB. I did not.

Many dreams followed but I don’t have the ability to stare at this screen much longer than I already have.

Wishing you all the best in the new year.

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Dream of Past Life?

Woke up sick this morning. 😦 So far it seems to be a head cold. The good news? My eyes are watering so much that I have no symptoms of dry eye. Ha!

Anyway, cool dreams between bouts of coughing and snot. One seems like a past life memory.

Dream-Reverse Discrimination 

Woke up crying from a dream. In it, I had arrived to a running event and was waiting to be given a partner. At first, I was the only woman but then two black women showed up one after the other. When the first arrived she wouldn’t look at me or acknowledge I existed. She was a fast runner and I told to coach that I would try to keep up but eventually give up and walk. The second one was nicer but wanted to partner with the first one. I finally confronted the first one, asking her if she had an issue with me and to tell me. She wouldn’t look at or answer me. I told her I couldn’t fix what it was if I didn’t know what it was. She finally answered me when I asked what I’d done. She said, “I don’t know.” I finally realized it was that I was white and so said, “Is it because I’m blonde and blue eyed?” She didn’t answer and looked down. I said, “Sounds like reverse discrimination to me.” She got irritated but still looked away. The other girl was talking and questioned me about it. I told her that if I had a choice I would look just like her, that I thought black women were beautiful and I had always wished I looked like them. I gently took her face in my hands and told her she was beautiful, looking her deep in the eyes. I said this over and over, tears streaming down my face. Then I put my hand on her heart and said, “You have a big heart.” I was still crying as I was telling her this. She finally let down her guard and started crying then hugged me tight. We cried in each other’s arms. I woke up. 

Note: In this life I’ve always found black women beautiful and had a deep sympathy for what they endure in life. In a recent past life (died in 1963) I was a black woman living in Louisiana who endured domestic violence but went on to become a nurse and live a long, productive life as a single mother. I was very religious and got my strength from the black community, women specifically, who supported one another through thick and thin.

Dream-Indentured

Later, I returned to a dream with the two black women. I was a white maid who had been acquired as a young girl (orphan) and was working out my indentured servitude. Mostly I recall how the two women and I were like sisters. I loved them dearly. I remember watching the master and mistress arrive home in their car (older model, like 1900’s) and they had their two daughter’s sitting in the front seat (it was like a carriage more than a car). Both were blonde like me. I mentioned how grown up they looked but we knew they were very young still. The oldest was trying to look like a grown woman but was only in her early teens. She had braided her hair and I remember touching mine and knowing I looked a wreck. I said I should’ve braided mine and one of my sisters laughed and made a joke about how I couldn’t braid. We all giggled. I got a glimpse of myself at that time and I was plain and light skinned, with hair frizzy but combed neatly.

As the dream ended I realized the girls were my daughters and I had birthed many children for the master, all resembling me except one, the son, who resembled him. The wife had no choice but to claim them. Weird! Was this a past life recall? IDK.

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Dream: More Than a Friend

The weird physical ailments that have plagued me this year continue. This time it is my eyes. I am experiencing horribly dry and painful eyes, especially when looking at screens. At times the pain is so bad that my eyes throb. This has been going on since mid-October. I thought at first I must’ve gotten Covid again because that was the main symptom I had when I had it before. However, when it didn’t subside after 10 days, I began to worry. Finally, after almost a month, I went to my eye doctor who checked me out and diagnosed it as a flare-up of dry eye. She gave me a prescription for a steroid eye drop and other eye drops and sent me home. Today I went in for my follow-up. While my eyes are somewhat better, I am still experiencing pain and discomfort on and off. So it is another week of eye drops. I cannot wear my contact lenses because when I do, my eyes throb horribly when I take them out. So, I’ve been Ms. Four-eyes for a month. Yay! Actually, I don’t mind because I think glasses suit me now that I’m older. Still, it would be nice if they eliminated the pain and discomfort. Even now, as I type this, I am squinting and closing my eyes frequently just to get through it. Please pray my doctor is right and this is just a temporary condition. Otherwise, I have to go to a dry eye specialist. Ugh!

Two nights ago I had a recurrence of the “off” feeling upon waking I’ve written about before. It always puts me into a panic when it happens. I always check my heart rate (sleep monitor) and it has been fine. No spikes, no big drops. So, I have no clue what it is/was. When this episode happened I was actually getting a driving lesson from a guide in a very vivid dream. I was so completely happy in the dream that waking feeling like I had just risen from the dead was very disconcerting!

Thankfully, last night I slept wonderfully and had no weird episodes.

Dream-Dance Class

The first part of the dream I was in school and part of a dance (self-confidence, happiness) group. The teacher was showing us what our next dance routine would look like. We were suppose to try and follow along as she showed us the moves. The teacher started doing a reverse pike and as she did this, she removed her underwear (hidden aspects revealed). I immediately walked away saying I was not going to do something like that. The other girls huddled together to the side whispering. I went over to them and told them I wouldn’t do the underwear move. They were saying they struggled with doing the pike. I said I could do that and would show them.

Then I went to the bathroom (need to find relief) which was small as if made for very young kids. I sat on the tiny toilet but don’t remember actually using the toilet. When I wiped, the TP was covered in sticky poo (unwanted things) and I got it on my fingers. Grossed out, I tried to get the TP off of my hand and put it in the trash but it stuck to me. When I finally got it off, I stood up to wash my hands at the sink. I was squished over to the right and when I looked in the mirror I noticed a woman standing next to me on my left. She spoke to me but I don’t remember what she said. I thought of her as one my classmates.

Dream-More Than a Friend

Then I was having a discussion with a man whose face I couldn’t quite make out. We were talking about my choice to repeat high school (life lessons). The first thing I recall saying was that I wasn’t sure how this year, my senior year, would go because I didn’t have any electives left to take and the only class I had left was Calculus. I told him, “You know it is just trigonometry (enlightenment, inner completion)? I love Calculus (challenges and solutions)! .” He asked me if I had to pay to attend high school all over again being I was 47 years old. I told him, “No. They all think I’m 18.” 

It was at this time I realized we had been talking for a long time. I said, “Wow! We’ve been talking all this time? I LOVE it when that happens!” It was a familiar feeling and one I enjoy. It means I have connected with someone in a way that is truly very rare. This is also when I noticed we were sitting inside a car (lifepath), engine running, parked inside my garage (stuck, parked). I was sitting in the passenger seat and he was in the driver’s seat. I tried to get a look at him, but all I got was a feel of him. He seemed like one of those nerdy types (typical for me lol); someone who was very smart and knowledgeable about many things. I could tell he was thin and quite tall, too, with dark hair. Besides, that, though, I had no idea who he was.

He got out of the car and left behind a small boy. The boy pointed at a light through the windshield asking, “What is that?” I peered through the glass but couldn’t quite figure out what it was. All I saw was a very bright, white light.

Then I was outside of a house standing on a stone pathway with the tall man from the car. Tall shrubs were on either side of us. We were chatting and laughing about something when a young man walked up to me. He was clean cut with strawberry blonde hair. He told me that he wanted to confess that he was my ex-boyfriend’s lover, someone my ex had cheated on me with. I was shocked because I hadn’t realized my ex had been interested in men. The man from the car leaned over to hug me and said, “I’m so sorry.” I remember being able to see the scene from outside of myself, so I saw my own face and the expression on it. I was horrified. I also did not resemble myself in this life at all. I had auburn hair that went past my shoulders. Then I saw the man from the car, still hugging me, move my hair aside and kiss me. My reaction to this was also shock and I pulled away. He whispered back, “I’m so sorry!” The other man was laughing at the situation.

The next thing I remember is going to look for the man from the car. My thoughts led me there as I had been confused by his kiss, thinking of him as only a friend. I returned to my garage where we once sat in the car. I walked through the door and instead of my house I found myself inside a book store or library (knowledge, wisdom) because there were books lining the walls. I went towards the area I knew my friend would be. It felt like a kitchen area. When I saw him he started immediately apologizing. I had something in my hand, like a long strip of photo negatives (memories). I’d had it with me since we last met. I was going to give it to him but when I saw him and how upset he was, I forgot about it. In that moment I remember deciding that he could be more than just my friend. I went up and kissed him back. He was so tall I had to stand on my toes. The kiss was very real and I became quite lucid in this moment. I remember telling him that I could kiss him forever. I did this telepathically, though, as I couldn’t speak. We kept kissing until I woke.

When I woke a pleasant energy was swirling in my second chakra.

This dream felt almost like I returned to a past life or maybe a parallel one. It was quite lovely. If I were to take anything from the dream it would be a message to remember that some of the best romantic relationships develop out of good friendships.

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Dream: Doesn’t Want Help

Someone I met long ago when I went to Mt. Shasta, CA has been on FB bemoaning her situation for a few years now. She is apparently homeless, living in Colorado and has been surviving day to day by couch surfing at friends’ houses and, most recently, living in a car (not hers). She often posts pretty negative posts about giving up, how people are cruel and unloving, or how she has no one, etc. Later, she deletes the posts. 

One time I messaged her and did not get a warm reply even though I was trying to be helpful. So, I’ve not reached out again, though I’ve often considered it because it is within my means to help her get back on her feet. Every time I think about helping I get a sense not to, so I don’t.

I’ve not actually even thought about her in a while but the dream I had last night indicates why I keep getting a sense to not reach out to help.

Dream: Doesn’t Want Help

My friend and I met up because I’d reached out to offer her help finding work. She was grateful and repeatedly told me she was ready to find work and get back to a regular life. She was very emotional and spoke effusively, which is her way. 

I took her to meet some people I knew could help her. One was the ex-owner of the business my husband and his brother now own. She knows a lot of people and is good at networking. She introduced my friend to many people, all in businesses related to industry, construction or warehousing. My friend was given a large packet of applications to fill out for various companies. She took it and began immediately filling them out. 

News arrived that an employer had decided to offer her an apprenticeship. This was a very generous offer because my friend had very little work experience or education. My friend was asked to rate a list of five fields of work based upon her interest. After what seemed like a long time, I went to check on her and found she had made little progress. She couldn’t make up her mind and was unsure about what some of the fields entailed. I sat with her to explain what they were and she brightened up when she discovered one was acting/theater. Thinking she had made up her mind, I encouraged her to take it up to the desk so she could start the onboarding process. Again, she hesitated and asked me if I thought perhaps they could just train her on general duties so she could see if it was something she liked or not. I told her I didn’t know if they would agree to that and would find out for her.

I walked outside and it was pouring rain. I had to go across a parking lot to another building and by the time I got there I was soaked. My friend was suppose to meet me there but was late. I called her and she told me she would meet me at the stairs. When I got to them, they were the longest set of stairs I had ever seen and she was way at the top peering down at me. Since she was suppose to come to me, I waited, not wanting to ascend the steep steps.

When she got to me the rain had stopped and we were outside with other employees during their lunch break. I was attempting to convince her to take this opportunity based upon her interests reminding her nothing is set in stone and she could change her mind later. She brought up her work history, which had not been good. She always ended up leaving jobs within a short period, finding them boring or not exactly what she wanted or expected. I suggested she should give a job more time. I said, “Maybe you should examine your ideas and beliefs regarding work?” She gave me a horrified look. I then mentioned one guy I knew who had been an alcoholic and his life nearly destroyed until he took a similar opportunity and turned his life around. By this time she had turned her back on me rudely and walked way down towards the end of the lunch tables. Another employee looked at me and nodded her head in agreement at what I was saying and turned to look at my friend who still had her back to me. The lady told me, “Looks like she doesn’t want help.” 

When I woke up I was confused as to why I had this dream when I had not even been thinking of this person for a while. It was clear, though, that I was being shown this person has placed herself in her position purposefully to learn a life lesson. It is sad but it is what it is.

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Dream Reality Awareness

Had a dream that indicated I was aware I created the dream reality I found myself in. 

In the dream I was returning to Montana to attend college. At first I was talking to a female friend about a new hair cut. She had dark brown hair in a nice bob with bangs and I wanted to try the cut. I tried it but didn’t like how it would look on me. Then she and I were attending class and there was a whole part of the dream inside the college. The actual path we took was like an obstacle course! It was around this time I remembered I wasn’t in college in waking reality. The thought I had was that me and my family went to college in a dream reality and this was our third trip together. The thought was dream reality was as real as any, which it is. 

The dream continued with a message from the woman with the bob that we needed to remove the a/c we installed for our family housing unit. The one we installed was too big and went against the rules. Again, I recognized that it didn’t fit waking reality because in Montana no one even has a/c’s! 

Next, I was inside the house alone sitting on the sofa reading a book. I kept hearing a baby crying. Looking up and out the large windows in front of me, I noticed that an entire family had set up camp outside the house on the porch! I saw the toddler laying on the ground having a full-blown tantrum and the mother wasn’t doing anything. At first I was annoyed but decided to ignore them and kept reading my book. Not long after, I realized two Mexican kids were watching TV in my living room! I yelled at them to leave and they claimed “No one lived here…” as if it was an excuse for them to take over my house. The kids left after I started throwing pillows at them. lol When the family on the porch left, I went out and cleaned up all the trash they left. It was really messy and I was grateful winter would arrive soon because then it would be too cold for them live on my porch. 

I woke briefly and returned to the dream. This time I saw an old man sitting on the back porch next to mine. Again, I recognized he was part of a dream reality. I knew he was grumpy and set in his ways. I had been making some noise as I was cleaning and saw him wincing. I laughed a bit at knowing he couldn’t tolerate any change to his quiet morning routine. I walked up and talked with him a bit and he was nice enough. He was a very pale, skinny old man with white hair. He actually seemed somewhat familiar but I’m not sure how. I respected him, though. I remember following him inside and saw he had a group of others he would meet up with for coffee. They all had on similar hats that covered their entire heads except their noses and eyes. The hats were crocheted and looked like mushrooms. I giggled. 

Not long after I returned to my house to find a work crew in my kitchen. Many had made themselves at home, sitting around the table chatting. They informed me that they had finished trimming the trees and asked me to approve their work. I glanced outside and saw tree clippings scattered about. I told them it looked good to me and they left.

Considerations

There were many instances when I could’ve awakened within the dream. Most obvious were the moments of recognition that I was in a dream reality, and also the annoying cries of the toddler (noises off). I wish I had taken advantage of these opportunities, but I seemed content to recognize the dream reality and participate fully in it without taking control and going off on adventures. 

I believe these realities are primarily created to help me sort through waking life issues. For example, returning to college is an on-going theme which represents the school of life. The obstacle course to get to class feels especially accurate. lol Another example are the Mexican kids and the family camped on my back porch. Illegal immigration has begun to impact the area where I live and is an ongoing annoyance.

I woke feeling well rested and calm making for a nice start to the day!

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Dream: Taylor Swift and Matthew Perry

Very cool dreams last night and a short OBE at the end. 🙂

Dream: Taylor Swift and Matthew Perry

The dream began at Taylor’s. I asked her if she had any time alone and/or privacy and sympathized with her for the lack of these things. It must be difficult having a private body guard and entourage all the time. She invited me to go to a bar with her and some friends. I agreed. Mostly I remember Taylor with her long, blonde hair at this time, not so much the others involved or the scene.

The entire time I was acutely aware of the age difference between myself and the rest of the group. There were approximately five of us total. There was me, Taylor, another girl and two men. One of the men had dark hair and was quite handsome in a kind of foreign or exotic way. The other one looked a whole lot like Matthew Perry. 

We all sat together having a good time. I specifically avoided drinking any alcohol and was proud of myself for it. The others had plenty to drink and didn’t seem to mind that I didn’t drink. During this time I mentioned the age difference, saying that I was almost twice their age at 42. This error registered to me but I couldn’t figure out why and never correctly identified it in the dream despite my suspicions it was wrong. I also wished I were young again and thought back on my twenties and thirties contemplating how I would do things differently if I could do it again. Mostly, I missed my youthful appearance but when I mentioned this, the others reassured me that I still looked great, much younger than I claimed to be. In fact, they didn’t believe me when I told them my age.

At one point we were all at a piano. I think the exotic looking man was going to play or sing. My memory is mostly of looking down at the piano keys. Just above them, on the top of the piano, was a small, blue pill that looked similar to a sweet tart. It was wrap in such a way that I recognized it as a drug. I hesitated, wanting to eat it but reminding myself that I don’t do drugs. Eventually, I did take it but I don’t remember if I ate it. The pill itself had writing on it. I think it said MDMA (ecstasy). 

It was getting late and the bar was about to close. I couldn’t believe how awake I was and mentioned to the group how I am usually in bed by 9pm. The topic of discussion went to that feeling of connection one has with their people. I casually mentioned that I felt it with the two men there. Again, age was discussed and I remember someone else being there who was not one of the group. He was a man who seemed to be in a haze or cloud within the dream. He explained to me something in images more than pictures. I saw a staircase heading up. On the steps were various people at different stages. He explained that the strongest connections would be with those who occupied the same step as I did. Eventually, though, they would leave or I would and we would no longer occupy the same step. The steps each represented spiritual progress. Spiritual maturity, varied and was not related to physical maturity/age. I remember thinking it made total sense. 

Next, I recall reaching across and taking one of the men’s hands and asking him to act from his heart. His demeanor immediately changed and he got emotional, as did I. I did this with the second man also but he hardened himself, becoming noticeably stiff. I just held his hand longer, looked him in the eyes and asked him to focus on his heart. When he softened up, I smiled, tearing up at the wave of emotion I felt from him. Again, the man outlined in a haze in the dream, spoke, reminding me that I had the ability to see deeply into others and not to forget it.

Before leaving, I went to the bathroom on the other side of the bar. When I got to it, there was no door, only a thick, curtain that came down once inside. There was an additional white sheet on the floor for further privacy which I picked up and tossed over the other one to fill in any gaps. I turned towards where the toilet should be (I saw none, though) and heard someone behind me. When I turned around, it was Matthew Perry. He looked just like the news images of him, older with a sagging jawline. He was completely naked and smiling. He alerted me to my nakedness by saying, “Whoa! You’re beautiful!” I hadn’t been aware of my nakedness until that point and became briefly self-conscious but then didn’t care. Proud of my body, I stood facing him and said, “Stop it! I’m trying to put on my bra!” 

Around this time I began to get a bit lucid, specifically because I was standing naked next to Matthew Perry and I knew he was dead. The two didn’t add up. Just as I was recognizing I was dreaming, the man in the haze replaced the entire dream in my mind’s eye. He began asking me questions, specifically about how I felt in that moment, standing there naked. I remember being reminded of other dreams where I proudly ran around naked and at one point had to have a sheet put over me and be told to be careful. Nakedness = vulnerability. I felt a familiar all-over body buzz with the memory as well as a sense of rightness; a Knowing that this was my true state. 

The questions continued but I can’t recall them now. Instead, my memory is mostly in images and considerations. I felt amazingly good and requested a return to sleep. Surprisingly, I did.

Short OBE

I entered a lucid dream where I was with a young boy wearing clothing that reminded me of Peter Pan. lol We were getting placed in a giant sling shot. I was super excited. A big hand placed us in the sling shot and then it was pulled back very slowly, building the anticipation. Then the hand let us go and off we went. I was laying on my back, head faced towards the unknown, flying high over a super blue ocean below. I could see both the sky and the ocean below at the same time (360 degree vision). I saw the young boy arch downwards towards the water, but me, being heavier, continued to move in a straight line. I remember thinking, “I am dreaming and this is awesome!” I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of freedom in flight. Closing my eyes was probably the reason I came back to my body but I was still thrilled to have the experience.

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Dream: How to Hug

The below dream is from the 21st of October.

Dream: How to Hug

I was visiting with a group of very tall individuals. I don’t recall how they looked but they seemed masculine. 

One was telling me about how one of the common issues he has with his students is that they get stuck at the solar plexus. The energy doesn’t move up from there. He said this was because they hug the wrong way – only from the front. I laughed and said, “That is me!” He nodded and said, “I know.” I could see the correct way to hug and it was wrapping the arms all the way around but from behind, not from the front. Then I saw energy travel from the center of the body all the way up the spine. For some reason it made complete sense to me and I felt certain I could easily hug this way.

They asked me questions about my spiritual experiences, one standing behind me and the other in front of me but slightly to my right. Specifically, they inquired about my ET contact. One asked me, “Have you had Contact before?” I said, “Yes. Many times.” I explained how it was long ago and so now all those experiences no longer feel real. I remember saying, “But when they happened they felt real”. One of them said, “They were real.” Then I explained my initial reactions to Contact, how it scared me and it took a long time for me to realize that there was nothing to fear. I specifically remembered one experience where I was taken aboard a craft of some kind by a very tall, blue Being with very long fingers. His craft was alive and he operated it by touching various symbols. I saw the symbols light up and that is when I noticed his fingers. When I looked up at him and saw him I didn’t freak out even though he was very, very alien looking. My thought at that was, “We are all the same”. It was after that, I think, that I no longer had fear of ETs.

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Dream Hints at Future Kundalini Changes

Woke feeling good this morning. 🙂

Dream: Electric Fireplace

I was in a large house with family. My uncle was there as was my mom and siblings, though I never saw them. Also, my uncle didn’t look like my real life uncle. I mentioned how I wanted to replace all the old furniture in the home. Someone pointed out there was already new furniture. I saw a new sofa and tables. I said I only wanted to replace the old stuff. Then a replacement of the fireplace was brought up by my uncle. The fireplace was located in the middle of the house, between the kitchen and living room. he suggested we put in an electric one. He had a price quote and everything. I just remember looking at the part of the quote indicating they demolished the old fireplace to put in the new one. It was around $1900. I asked if there was any way to keep the old one in case we changed our mind and wanted a regular fire. I was told, “No”. I looked at the old, brick and mortar fireplace and imagined a new, high-tech electric one in its place. The fire burned steady and blue rather than red/orange and inconsistent. I knew there was another regular fireplace upstairs located in the master bedroom because I saw it in my mind/memory. I told my mom she could move her bedroom up there. I knew she disagreed and wanted a real fire in a real fireplace. I also suggested every one’s bedrooms be moved upstairs.

Interpretation

My “uncle” in this dream is likely a guide. I’ve had other dreams with him acting as a guide, so that makes the most sense. My suggestion to change the furniture in the house represents “ideas I rest upon”. These ideas depend on the type of furniture. The kind I imagined was mostly living room furniture, so I may have been looking to change my ideas and beliefs related to home/family. It was pointed out that I’d already replaced some, meaning I’ve made progress in this area.

The replacement of a regular fireplace with an electric one is likely related to the Kundalini. Fire can be a symbol of desire but it can also represent feelings of love (bliss) and comfort. To replace a regular fireplace, or a place where fire can be kindled and burn, with an electric one, where another kind of fire can burn, suggests a change in the Kundalini. My best guess is that my guidance is indicating a less intense Kundalini is on the way, one that burns consistently. Blue, as a color, is typically considered cool and calm, like water. The color could also hint at the Kundalini being more feminine in nature, as in the flowing nature of the Divine Feminine.

Overall, the dream felt good and when I awoke the symbolism of the fireplace was immediately at the forefront of my mind. My thoughts went to the differences between real and electric fire/flame to try and get an understanding of what was being communicated to me. If the new fireplace is calmer, cooler and more consistent, it could mean a smoother ride altogether, which fits with what I’ve read/heard about the Kundalini end stages.

Dream: Singing to Myself

I had a short dream after this one where I was laying on a couch. Behind me there were others trying to sleep. Songs popped into my mind and I suddenly wanted to sing. So, I did. At first, I tried to be quiet but the music couldn’t be contained and my whisper of a song soon was at full volume. It felt wonderful to sing, too. The first song that came out was a country song I recognized but that had been altered to a more pop/dance version. The only part I remember is “goodbye”. When I sang it, I knew it was a message I was singing to myself. 

When finished with that song, another popped into my head. It was reminiscent of Evanescence. It had a melancholic feeling to it. Yet singing it felt just as good as singing the other song, which was more upbeat. Unfortunately, I don’t remember the words to this song, but the sense I have with me now is that it was a song telling a love story and, again, it ended with “goodbye”. 

Within the singing, I began to grow more lucid. I didn’t wake up in the dream, which is typical of me these days. Instead, I stayed stable in the dream, allowing it to progress. I feel like I do this so as to allow my HS to come through. It’s as if I go into a “dream trance”. 

There was another mention of “goodbye” and I remember saying, “I don’t want to die”. This was repeated, as if someone was questioning me. In the dream, as the observer, I remember questioning the statement because it was clear something unpleasant was being discussed. No one likes goodbyes. Yet the feeling was not sad at all. 

Then I overheard myself saying a couple of other things. I told myself, “Just because you don’t ‘own it’, doesn’t mean it’s not real”. And I also said, “I pretended to be blind rather than see the truth”. 

These two statements were made at different times, but it felt like the topic had to do with my previous responses to the Kundalini. Specifically that I attached meaning to the Kundalini experience when the Kundalini experience itself cannot be conceptualized. Both statements indicate an unwillingness to see something, probably because I did not want to accept the truth. 

Song

The following song lyrics have been popping into my mind the past two days: “Oh sometimes, I get a good feelin’. I get a feelin’ that I never, never, never had before. I get a good feelin'”. When I think of the song, I feel positive and hopeful for the future. It is so nice!

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Kundalini Dream and Advice

Another Kundalini heart bliss dream.

The beginning of the dream was odd. I think I was part of an orgy type situation, either that or filming a pornographic film. There were several others with me and mostly I was asked to give fellatio to one of the men. It was not especially enjoyable and I don’t remember too much except the oddness of the situation. What I do remember vividly was the chakra activations, they were numerous and all over. It was like I was being calibrated.

The scene shifted and I was standing on the porch at the front door of a small, single-wide mobile home. Outside was a hook. I placed my backpack on it as if I had been there many times before. I heard movement inside and thought it curious because no one should be inside. Opening the door, I called out to whoever was inside. A small, dark haired boy about the age of 8-9yrs old appeared and I questioned him. I don’t remember what he said now but I think he was a friend of the man who owned the home and had permission to come and go as he pleased. 

Then I was talking to a man. I don’t know what happened to the boy. Maybe he was the man? Anyway, the man was walking around in the kitchen preparing a meal. I watched him from a distance. He was talking as if he knew me well, smiling and laughing. In my memory, him and the space he occupied seemed to glow with golden light. I recall feeling a bit shocked and overwhelmed. What was this? Where was I? And who is this man?? I felt I knew the man, like we had been or were a couple. While he talked, I struggled with Kundalini energy. It was all over but mostly centered in my chest area. The feeling was exactly as I remember, an overwhelming love that takes your breath away and knocks you to your knees (literally). So as he talked, my mind was full of questions and confusion at the situation I found myself in.

The man mentioned how he was considering dating again. I said to him in almost a whisper, “Please don’t.” He paused, looked me right in the eyes and said, “Okay”. Then he went back to preparing his food. It was a rotini pasta dish of some kind, covered in marinara and mozzarella cheese. It looked yummy. He took a bite and asked, “You sure you don’t want some?” I smiled, feeling out of breath from the love pouring through me, and said, “Yeah, no, I had pizza earlier.” He continued to eat and talk, but I can’t remember what he said after that.

My dream visuals shifted at this point. I think because I started becoming lucid from all the bliss and the questions flooding my mind. The heart bliss was intense! I remember asking, “What is happening to me?” There was also a visual of a man’s face. It was placed in front of me like a photo except that it took up my entire visual field. The man was young, like mid-twenties, with dark hair. What I was seeing was a younger version of him; he currently looked older – different. I knew he had a mustache, beard or both. 

When I finally woke I was speaking with a guide who had asked me what I was feeling. What he wanted me to focus on was my reaction to the heart bliss. The heart bliss, while amazing and beautiful, is also somewhat scary, mostly because I feel like I lose myself in it. The heart bliss holds me in a sort of tractor beam state and I am only able to “move” when it releases me.

It was also clear that I was being given these little heart bliss episodes to slowly reintroduce me to something that caused me huge turmoil in the past so that I can build up the courage to confront whatever still lingers to be healed. Sadly, my dreams reveal I am still freezing up and freaking out a bit, and, as I did the first time it happened (2015) , asking, “What is happening to me?” When I woke and realized I had asked that question again I laughed a little. I have no idea why the dream version of me keeps asking it. It is obvious what is happening. I am getting exactly what I asked for.

Dream Message 

I struggled to return to sleep but somehow did and found myself in another dream. The main focus of the dream was a man I know in waking reality. He was there with his kids trying to use my printer to make copies of some kids playing cards. I told him the printer was not connected to the computer yet and laughed, calling myself lazy. He then walked over to the edge of the room and just observed, clasping his hands behind his back. He seemed completely content as he stood there. After a while, I asked him what he was doing. He said he was practicing. I can’t recall the word he used to describe what he was practicing but in the dream I understood that he was being careful to not be distracted. I told him that I could see the value in that because I, too, struggle with being easily distracted. 

What the man said and my response to him ultimately woke me up when I recognized the message in it. I have received this message before. I believe, in this instance, the message was that I can avoid the overwhelm of the heart bliss by simply observing it rather than becoming the effect of it. Basically, I just need to surrender to it.Â