Category Archives: Dreams

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A Little Update

So much is going on but at the same time so little. I know, but that is what it feels like. In the past, I’ve called this feeling the “eye of the storm” because I feel like I am standing in the middle of a hurricane watching everything and everyone struggle around me but I remain unscathed. It’s not that I’m not affected – I am – but only because I choose to be by my concern and love for those around me. Yet, regardless of how much I want to make an impact upon others in order to help, I find myself powerless to do so. What actions I do take seem to have no effect. The feeling of powerlessness in itself is upsetting and has the potential to create an inner storm, and it does, until I recognize it and center myself.

Family Drama

An all too familiar family issue has been rearing its ugly head. It’s my sister. Without going into too much detail, she and her husband have gotten themselves into a little legal problem, as in they now have warrants to contend with. As is usual with me, my dreams alerted me to the problem and I reached out and messaged my sister. She then unloaded it all on me. I think she had been holding onto it for far too long and the opportunity to let it all out was too tempting to resist. Knowing better, I got involved and tried to help, actually sending her money twice, in hopes that she would make the right decision and handle her problems responsibly. In all I contributed $400 in an attempt to help my nephew stay in his school. I thought I might have persuaded my sister to do the right thing but she turned to her husband who changed her mind and they fled north. My sister told me they are planning to leave the state. They are running but I know eventually their problems will catch up with them.

My mother has been negatively impacted, as usual. This past weekend I had the idea to go visit her. When I arrived, she hugged me and said, “I knew you’d come. You always know when I need you.” Surprised, because I had not perceived it that way (but she is correct, I do sense when she needs me), I asked her what was wrong. She told me she had gotten nasty texts from my sister’s husband. He had gotten my sister’s phone and read all her messages. I don’t know what he read but whatever it was made him angry. We talked for a while about their predicament and I figured he felt safe with all the distance between him and us that he decided to “burn bridges”. My sister, on the other hand, continues to message my mom but her messages are disjointed and, as usual, she asked for money. Sigh.

My mom says when she gets texts or communication like she did from my BIL, she becomes weak and almost falls down. My sister creates the same effect. At her age, she doesn’t need that kind of stress! I want to make it all go away. I wish I could fix things. It seems my lesson is to let it alone. I am here to observe and help when invited by being physically and emotionally present. 

Sacroiliac Joint Pain

Maybe it’s stress, but along with all of the above I hurt my back. I don’t think it’s serious but it has been a PITA (literally). At first it was bearable but then I had a deep tissue massage and it actually aggravated the problem. After the massage it flared up to the point that I had to lay in bed with a heating pad and/or ice and take Ibuprofen. At first I kept exercising because movement helped but always after I cooled down the pain and stiffness would return, sometimes worse. At the most the pain was a 5/10, which isn’t too bad.

My guess, based upon my research, is that I’ve inflamed my sacroiliac joint, most likely by the CrossFit I’ve been doing lately (high impact, heavy weight). When the SI joint is inflamed, the pain is made worse by prolonged standing or sitting. For me, standing exacerbates the pain. I feel the pain in my upper glutes more than my back. It’s a deep seated aching that is not relieved except by movement. For some the pain to be felt down one or both legs or the lower back, but I don’t have those issues. The pain is often misdiagnosed as Sciatica, but SI joint issues do not cause weakness. 

When I told my mom about it, she said that is the joint she has degeneration in and causes her issues. So it may be hereditary. 😦 The best thing I can do is stop lifting weights, stay active, stretch consistently and listen to my body. It should go away on its own. 

I’ve taken this whole week off of weight training. Bending down to pick up anything over 5lbs causes my my sacral area to hurt. I feel old, especially when I wake up in the morning. My entire posterior chain is stiff. 😦 So every morning I do 10-15 of yoga after I take Monty on a walk. Later in the day I do 30 minutes of low impact cardio. It’s working!

The sacroiliac joint is connected to the root chakra. Based upon my dreams of late, it appears that I’m working on that area, as well as other areas linked to survival and security. 

Dreams

My dreams have been bringing up emotion quite frequently, specifically fear and avoidance. My guides sometimes make an appearance, asking question and creating spikes in lucidity in order to make remembering the encounters easier. 

The other night the dream I had was about recognizing when to take action based upon the signs received. In that particular dream, I witnessed a roof begin to crack and the metal sheets slid down to reveal two separate houses under one roof. At the end of the dream I said to my guide, “I can’t ignore the signs anymore. It is clear this is no longer my path.”

I’m also having dreams of various meetings with people I know in real life (online and in-person). The emotion and energy of the encounters are muted in my memory but when I wake I know the energy connection was substantial. It feels like I am doing quite a bit in dreamtime but I wake up almost devoid of the specific memory. All that’s left is residual energy and a suspicion that something significant occurred. 

Sometimes I remember the dreams vividly and of those times I’ve wished I hadn’t. The dream encounters are consistently with the same person, on average 1-2 dreams per month. Initially the dreams were friendly, but now they almost always involve Kundalini energy. The most recent one ignited my heart with bliss, something I have yet to experience with this person in dreamtime. The heart bliss is my all-time favorite of all the K energy. I’m a little worried about the pattern I see arising, especially since this person is someone I interact with on occasion.

The other night I spent quite a long time talking with a woman amidst various dream scenes. I was awakened by her voice and an vivid image of a middle aged woman with thick, blonde hair. She was telling me that what I am seeking will be found and as I became more lucid, I interrupted her message with my own Knowing. Even though what I was being told was mostly positive and should’ve brought me hope, I woke up crying. 

After I returned to sleep, I found myself in a dream scene with the same woman. Our conversation continued but I kept fighting sleep in the dream, sluggish and unable to “wake up” within it like I needed to. Despite my struggle, I still recall enough to know that I was being counseled. There were emotions present that I felt fully to the point that I became overwhelmed. These emotions were not mine, though, and I recognized this. I felt the woman’s intense purpose and desire. I felt her intention, her love, her guilt, her pain. She invited me to join her on her path and I told her, “I can, but not for long. Your path is not my own.” She questioned me on what I was feeling and when I told her I became wistful and overwhelmed at the same time. I want to feel the emotion but it is more than I can bear and I told her, “I’m not use to feeling so much. I don’t know what to do with it all!” I desire to feel more alive, and the emotion creates such a zest for life, so I embrace it. Yet at the same time I am fearful of it because I become paralyzed by it to the point that all I do is cry. To feel so much makes me feel inadequate to the point of a failure because I cannot cope except to let the emotion overpower me.

Human Design

Because of the energy dynamics in my dreams and the questions posed by my guidance over the span of a couple of weeks, I am thinking more and more about my HD chart. Specifically, how limited and specific my chart is compared to other charts I’ve seen. The overwhelm I have at encountering lots of emotion is likely a direct result of my lack of definition. When I meet someone who has more definition, especially those with lots of it, the amount of emotion I experience is much higher than I do when not influenced by their aura. If the person has a defined emotional center (solar plexus) it is even more intense, like blow me out of the water intense. 

My mother is one of these individuals. She and I, when our auras interact, have a 9-0 relationship, which means all centers are defined. She is an emotional MG, the most intense you can get. My daughter is also an emotional MG. I find the emotion of both of them quite overwhelming and have to walk away in order to avoid being swept up in it. When either of them gets highly emotional, I find myself following suit and it can create quite the upset if the emotion is negative. However, when the emotion is positive I am deeply attracted to them/it and enjoy being swept up into it. All in all, their emotion feels like my own but the truth is – it’s not. 

I have struggled my entire life with trying to differentiate between my own emotion and the emotion of others. My typical emotional state is very flat compared to others – in general. It’s not that I can’t feel emotion of my own, but that I can be very disconnected emotionally. This can often cause others to think me incapable of emotion. To someone who is very emotionally defined I can appear callous and cold, uncaring and, as my daughter puts it, “mean”. But, I can also be extremely compassionate, caring and sympathetic when I want to. This part of me comes out most when I around someone who is feeling sadness, grief, or depression. I tend to be coldest when a person is venting, raging, angry, pressuring or critical. 

So, my discussion about emotion in my dream brings me to conclude that my HD is teaching me how to gauge emotion, my own and others. I have a completely open emotional center, so when I feel, I feel it ALL. It literally sweeps me up, devours me entirely and then drops me all at once leaving me wondering WTF happened. And it is VERY overwhelming at times. There is no avoiding that. The way to cope with all that emotion is to let it flow through me without being the effect of it. Completely OPEN in HD is like a spigot without a shutoff. Trying to shut it off won’t work. BUT, if I remain neutral, letting the emotion flow by as I observe, then I can manage without being swept away by it all. 

It is clear to me why I chose my husband as a partner. His HD is very similar to my own. He only has one more defined center – sacral – and he is an MG, but not an emotional one. So we are both very flowing and fluid. The emotion I feel from him, while it can be intense, is tolerable because, oddly, it feels self-created, as if he is playing a role he thinks he should play. The drawback, however, is that without emotion that has definition, it can get quite boring. So, I am choosing boring and predictable because at least I feel in control versus feeling totally controlled by the emotion otherwise. Someone with definition takes the lead when with someone without definition.

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Dream: Remembering Him

Many emotional dreams lately. Here is one from this morning.

Dream: Remembering Him

I situated myself on my back without a pillow and put the pillow over the top of my head and rested my hands there. This position tends to bring on lucidity and K energy, especially lately. 

I found myself in a small garden. This one was newly tilled and unplanted. I was excited to be there and pointed to some mounds in the distance asking if anything had been planted there yet. The woman with me told me it had not and I said, “Good! I want to plant some squash.” I knew it was not too late because it was the month of May and squash did well in the warmer weather.

It took me no time to get to planting and I began by pulling out what looked like weeds. What they turned out to be were various veggie plants that had grown from the old plant left from the previous season. I pulled up a part of a broccoli crown that had roots shooting out of the tiny green “leaves” of the top. This pleased me and I told the woman I would replant it, excited that it was already growing so well. When I pulled up the next one it was part of a carrot, a huge, thick, healthy one. Again, I was excited, and I passed the piece to her and dug up the rest, keeping it but not eating it. 

I continued to dig for a bit and then my mind and emotion wandered. It was like the subject changed suddenly. My woman friend was no longer there in the dream. Instead there was a familiar energy, that of a friend and someone I love so, so deeply that words alone are not enough. The garden was still around me but now there was a tall, dark, handsome man there with me. When I saw him I was overjoyed and I went over to him and embraced him. I can’t recall his exact looks because it was like his face shifted through various likenesses, perhaps memories of all the different human forms I’ve known him to take. 

The feelings that filled me were so joyous, so hopeful, so excited. I was overflowing with love and kinship for this man. I knew he and I shared a special bond. The feeling is not one I’ve had in this lifetime except with one person but since that time was so brief, I cannot say it was the same. The feeling was definitely what I would expect only twins would feel for each other. A Knowing of the other, inside and out, and a connection beyond comprehension by anyone without the experience. It was very much like he was my brother, my best friend, my companion through thick and thin, and my life partner all bundled into one. 

There was a whole history there in my memory as I stood there with him, holding his hand and touching him whenever I had the chance. There was memory that we had been lovers many times over. A specific time came to mind and I knew, though what we shared was special, he was searching for something and that something could not be found in or with me. In the dream this played out as us being together but him looking far into the distance, his mind and energy directed elsewhere. There was silence between us and it felt as if he desired to have more – more conversation, more excitement, more adventure. He was not satisfied with just being there with me in the silence and enjoying Being together. I remember hearing, “We have nothing to talk about.” I don’t know if I said it, he said it, or we both did.

My disappointed was overwhelming and I grieved but not in a way that is usual in a body. It was full of understanding and acceptance. I let him go, watched him go in the direction he had been looking, and then fade away, but I could still feel him, feel Us, feel our bond. What I felt is hard to describe. There was a definite whiny quality to it along with a restlessness. I remember pacing back and forth as I spoke aloud to someone about what I was feeling. There was acceptance of his decision but I did not like it nor want it. My pacing continued and intensified the more I despaired. Time felt to stretch forever with me trapped inside. 

What I was feeling almost brought on full lucidity but I never quite made it to full awareness. I found myself going to a bed in the dark space I paced in. It was clear I was seeking to hide, to sleep, to immerse myself in sweet oblivion. I would lay down and then sit up, still restless, unable to forget. 

I began to cry, slow, silent tears. The emotion woke me up and I lay stunned in bed, wiping my eyes and trying to contact all the emotion of the dream. All I could find were remnants but I did contact that infinite bond of friendship, love and kinship. Oh how sweet it tastes! 

Guidance

Not long ago, maybe two days now, I was told by my guidance that help would be offered. I was told, “We will show you yourself.” In that moment it felt like what I would see was unwanted and hidden away. I think, though, that this dream reveals a part of it. 

About a week ago I realized that part of my struggle is in accepting the masculine – within and without. I reject the masculine and tend to demonize all males, blaming them and sometimes hating them. It was and is clear to me that I must embrace the masculine, to love and be in awe of Him. There is so much distrust of the masculine that must be inspected, forgiven and embraced. I asked, “How?” and got no audible answer. Yet I knew it required I look within, deep within and beyond physicality. 

It could that the physical me interprets the experience of missing that “other half” as rejection and abandonment. It is understandable, then, that the result would be resentment and blame. This physical me has a tendency to barricade herself behind walls of protection. Any suspicion of threat is kept behind those walls. It can be hard to accept that the one you love most is not satisfied with what you provide. But there is understanding, also, that they are seeking outwardly what they already have within. Every experience beyond Us will only strengthen our bond. 

It seems to me that I have spent many lifetimes seeking that which I miss the most. The grief and restlessness seeps through into physical reality and consciousness, leaving an emptiness that cannot be filled. 

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OBE: Love, Family and Togetherness

Woke at 6am wide awake. Despite wanting to return to sleep, I was thinking of the migrant crisis at our border and it was upsetting me. My main concern was the sheer numbers of people wanting to come to the U.S. Mostly, I was mad and thinking to all the migrants, “Go home!”

After feeling upset for a short time, my guidance asked me, “Why don’t you want them here?” I thought how the migrants would require lots of assistance, in the form of money, housing, food, etc. My thought was interrupted with other thoughts (my guide’s and my own)- They want to work. They want to provide for their families. They want a better life. Then I was asked, “What are you afraid of?” I knew immediately and answered, “I don’t want to lose what I have. I am comfortable. I don’t worry about money, food – the basics. I can go to the store and buy whatever I want without a second thought. I don’t want that to change.” I felt ashamed for feeling this way. I knew that my fear was not mine alone and that it was the source of the inequality in the world.

I wondered about the solution but was not happy at the answer I received. To make things more equal, those who have, must give to those who do not have. It was simple, but at the same time extremely difficult to accept, mostly because it meant I would have to give up some of what I had. I thought of what it was like living in Costa Rica – the lack of a/c, the lack of hot water, the bugs invading my living space, the simplicity. I thought, “I don’t want to live that way.” But I knew/know that there are worse ways to live. Much worse.

Rather than dwell on the subject, I shifted my attention to going OOB. I was already in the in-between and shifting into subtle vibrations. My attention easily flowed to the astral realms, which I could perceive all around me, and back to the physical, which I knew I was still lingering in. At times my awareness was more on my body – the heaviness of my eyelids, the pillow next to my head, the position of my body, the sounds in my house. Then my awareness would shift to the astral and I would struggle to know if my eyelids were physically opening or opening in the astral. I could hear noises-off in the form of my husband’s voice very close to me and my children talking in the background.

I talked to myself, commanding, “Body asleep, mind awake.” I never use this command, so I’m not sure why I did, but it seemed to work

OBE: Pressure

I blinked my eyes. Still they felt heavy. Still they felt physical. I commanded again, “Body asleep, mind awake.” This time when I thought those words I got up out of my body. I felt a familiar heavy, sticky feeling as I sat up and moved away. Realizing eyes were open (I thought them closed), I looked around me as I moved away from my body, noting my room was not familiar and the door was in a different location. The room was dark and objects resembled large, shifty shadows. I went to the door and grabbed the knob. It opened without me turning it. I stepped outside into a hallway. It was still dark. I remember thinking that all I had to do was will the light and it would come. And it did, along with an entire, unfamiliar house. I was standing in a living room, a gray sofa to my left and kitchen to my right. The air was golden and bright, shifting with my gaze. The space felt small compared to what I’m use to.

As I walked towards the front door, I encountered my husband who questioned me. His energy was like a wave of pressure as it came at me. He was cajoling me, but I don’t know what about. The energy and pressure was familiar and I thought, “I don’t want this.”

I shifted back to my body momentarily and exited again.

OBE: Love, Family and Togetherness

When I exited my body this time, the heavy feeling was gone, my vision was clear. To my right was a window. I thought, “Maybe I should exit via the window.” For some reason, though, I felt this was not the right exit, so I went back through the bedroom door out into the house.

When I entered the living area I felt my energy subsiding like it does when I’m about to shift back into my body. I paused and said, “Awareness now.” Realizing that I said something unusual, specifically, “awareness” I thought to myself, “I am Awareness”. So, I said, “Clarity now!” I looked down at my hands and saw them in detail down to the tiny lines around my knuckles. I didn’t linger, though, but floated through the living area without any encounters. In fact, I barely recall the inside of the house at all except that it was cast in the same golden light as before. I wonder now if that golden light is me and not the space like it seems to be? Ah, yes, I think so!

I exited through the front door and found myself in yet another unfamiliar scene. Thin, wiry saplings lined a grass path out to the street. Their leaves hung down and touched me as I floated through. I reached up and touched a green sprout, noting its newness. Ahead of me I saw a busy street. Tall buildings lined the street and could be seen in the distance. It reminded me of San Francisco.

A car sped by and I noted how it didn’t slow down when it passed. The road had four lanes; a highway. I looked up at the tops of the buildings. Instead of windows I saw gigantic, open cardboard boxes piled one on top of the other.

Another car sped by and I floated out into the middle of the road. I thought about how one might hit me if I lingered there, so I hovered there tempting one to do so. I saw a car approaching. I turned and faced away from it, floating onto my back in complete surrender. I said, “Go ahead, hit me.” I thought it would surely just speed through me but it went around me instead. When I saw it go past, I thought, “Huh.”

I decided to explore the area. There were people lingering about on the city streets. The ambiance was not one I liked. It felt stunted; greedy. I flew along the sidewalk and paused outside a large building that sold Christmas items. Two thugs were lingering by the entrance and came towards me. Feeling their negative intentions, I ignored them and opted to go inside.

When I went inside it was like going into Santa’s workshop. There were people standing in line to buy items. The ceilings went on forever. Stained glass windows let in rainbows of light. Christmas lights were strung across the entire place. Decorated trees and all kinds of items were on display for purchase.

Everyone looked at me when I entered. I was floating there and flew higher, over everyone’s heads. They looked at me in awe. One child pointed. I knew they could see me. I appeared supernatural to them. Thrilled at this, I let them ooh and awe over me. I don’t think I spoke but I remember thinking they were all on the “wrong path” as I felt how caught up in material possessions they all were.

I shifted momentarily. I found myself facing a house. Again, it resembled the houses in San Francisco. I was at the open front door, looking in. A family was around their dinner table. A blonde boy around the age of 8 was standing across from me. I told the family, specifically addressing the boy, “Consumerism is destroying you”. The boy’s thoughts were apparent – “Toys?”. I said, “Toys won’t give you anything.” I began to leave. The boy yelled, “Wait! What can we do about it?” I paused and said, “Love, family and togetherness.”

As I flew away, my physical body pulled me back and I slowly opened my eyes, aware of a very dry mouth. I had been sleeping with my mouth wide open. lol

Understanding

My OBE was fresh on my mind as were my words, “Love, family and togetherness.” The migrant surge came to mind again, but this time I was accepting of the solution. All we need to do is think of all of mankind as our family – because they are.

The warning I received long ago about populations migrating north came to mind. It is happening now. It isn’t going to happen when I’m old woman, like I thought. And it will keep happening. No wall will be big enough or high enough to keep them out.

For some reason I felt completely calm and accepting. I am reminded of the highway scene in my OBE and how I surrendered, saying, “Go ahead, hit me.” Hahaha. Yes, go ahead.

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Lucid Dream: Upside Down

Lots of dreams last night plus a fitful sleep. I did not wake up feeling rested and had a slight sinus headache. Thankfully coffee is helping.

Dream: Burial Site

I was on the family land with others of my family but it did not look the same. The land was arid, with large rocks and little vegetation. Someone pointed to the hill in the distance and said they had recently uncovered an ancient burial site. I decided to walk over to it and investigate.

When I walked to the edge of the site and looked up beyond the path cut into the hard, sandy soil, I got a feeling in my gut that spread very quickly to the rest of me. It was grief mixed with other emotions and the overall feeling caused me to stumble momentarily. Still, despite the strong emotion, I walked to the top and stood for a moment. There were no tombstones, no markings to indicate where bodies were buried. It was just more of the same sand and stone, but I could feel the spirits of those buried there.

I vaguely recall being asked to use my spiritual abilities to speak to the dead, thus my purpose for being there. In that moment, though, I knew it was not something I wanted to do and so I told the person asking I was not interested. I replied back, “All you care about is what I can give you. You don’t see me.”

As I was overcome by the feelings inundating me, my father, who has been dead since 2005, approached. He asked me if I was okay. I told him about what I was feeling and began to cry. I sobbed as I hugged him and woke up.

Dream: Leaky Fish Tank

I became aware of a fish aquarium that looked similar to the one in my own home except this one seemed to be elsewhere. The first thing I noticed was that more than half the water was gone. I inspected it for obvious leaks and found the shelf in the interior of the stand wet to the touch. I spoke to a woman with me, explaining that we would have to get a replacement and trying to come up with a way to keep the fish alive in the interim. I suggested we mix the fish with the fish in another tank and then buying a 30 gallon tank that would work with the same filter as the leaky one. I looked at the filter in an existing tank and noticed it was very clean and the tank itself sparkling. I knew that it was clean like this because the tank was in a location far from windows and sunlight. I suggested the new one be put in a similar location. When I went to check on the fish in the leaky tank, I saw they were swimming high up in the tank where there was no water. How can fish swim without water? I wondered.

Lucid Dream: Upside Down

This dream began with me being taken somewhere on a motorcycle. I was describing where I was being taken as if recording everything I was experiencing. Around me were old, rusty vehicles that were older than I was. Desiccated trucks so rusty their frames appeared orange. I knew I had been taken prisoner and felt unable to do anything except hold on to the man driving the bike. 

As we reached some short, stubby trees I began to consider that maybe I was dreaming and talked myself into testing my theory. Still talking as if reporting my experience I said aloud, “I wonder if I can jump off….” As I said this, I jumped and flew free of the bike, floating above the treetops. I watched the rider swerve and look back but he didn’t pursue me. 

Thrilled that my plan had worked, I soared high and explored my surroundings. As I turned around I was greeted by a brilliant landscape. As far as I could see were vivid colors. It seemed to be either sunrise or sunset and the individual rays of the sun permeated everything it touched. The golden hues blended with deep oranges and bright yellows. Rolling hills extended as far as the eyes could see and beyond that I could see an ocean of vibrant blue.

Close by I could see the white pillars of a structure. I decided to explore and with the thought shifted directly into a house with various hallways and rooms. Floating through it, I traveled through the rooms encountering my children along the way. I don’t recall the specifics of the rooms, just that I was curious to see where the next hallway took me. I invited my children to join me but can’t recall if they did.

There was one room that was a child’s room. Inside was a dollhouse and the tiny dolls were animated, moving around on their own. This delighted me and I swooped down and grabbed one in my hands. It squirmed and I noted that it felt 100% physical and alive. I put it down when it protested and left to do more exploring.

One room in particular opened up to reveal a one bedroom apartment. I entered the living area first which was flanked by an open, modern kitchen. Beyond that, through a door was the bedroom. I slowed, looking closely at the kitchen. The stove was partially in the living area and I thought, “This is exactly what my apartment would look like if I were single. All but that (the stove). That is not a good place for a stove.” I turned and saw there was another one located in the kitchen itself and said aloud, “That’s where it should be.” 

When I entered the bedroom I found myself back at the scene I first encountered. The sky was nearly cloudless and the colors just as vibrant. Spread out in front of me was the ocean, waves gently lapping the structure at my feet. My children were with me and I was aware that my daughter was laying on a daybed just behind me in a breezy room with long, sheer curtains that swayed in the breeze. My middle son was by my side, looking out at the ocean and just as curious as I was.

I invited my daughter and son to come explore with me. I said, “Let’s fly!” My daughter wasn’t interested, looking instead at her hands which were holding a book that I knew she wasn’t reading. My son was game and so we both flew up. I sped with great intensity into the sky and felt an energy sweeping up higher and higher. I didn’t want to go up, so I dove down into the water, calling my son to join me. He wouldn’t so I went alone.

When I broke the surface of the water I did not feel the water or see the ocean below. Instead I broke the surface of the water in another world where everything appeared to be upside down. Then my vision shifted as the entire world moved upright. When I got my bearings about me I realized I had been the one who was upside down, not the world.

Again thrilled at the experience, I dove back “down” and returned to the other surface where my son was waiting. I told him, “You’ve got to see this!” I took his hand and we both went under the water. Unfortunately, the other world wasn’t there. I don’t recall what exactly we encountered only that when we returned to our original position the sun had set and it was dark.

Up high above our heads was the most magnificent full moon. It was supersized and appeared so close I could touch it. I remember wanting to “talk” to it and again invited my son to join me. He hesitated and I launched myself up towards the moon, my speed increasing exponentially. I felt myself being pulled into space and laughed, resisting and telling “space” that I didn’t want to go there just yet. I paused mid-flight and the pull increased as did my resistance which caused me to momentarily shift back to my body. I pulled myself back to the scene, once again facing the glorious full moon. I yelled something about the moon, words I can’t recall now. My last memory is of seeing my son and recognizing he was a joint participant in this lucid experience. 

I woke wanting to ask my son about my dream but was too tired and sluggish to get out of bed. I shifted into the in-between where I received a vision of someone writing me a note. I watched as the letters and words appeared and read, “You are beautiful….” I rejected the message and woke myself up, instantly regretting my decision.

Considerations and Interpretations

The first dream felt like an actual dream meeting with my father, which was nice as I haven’t seen him in my dreams in over a decade. The dream felt to be the result of a discussion about my feelings and my spiritual experiences. The burial site is likely a representation of what I have buried within myself, part of which includes my spiritual gifts. I felt a heaviness not only from what I perceived from those dead and gone but also from those requesting I speak to the dead. My conclusion was that I did not want to be loved for what I can provide. I want to be loved for who I am.

The second dream is mostly all symbolism pertaining to ideas (fish) and emotion (water).

The lucid dream was almost a full-blown OBE only IMO I never gained enough lucidity. Though I was very conscious of the dream and in full control of it, my perceptions were dull in comparison to how they would be in an OBE. I blame this dullness on my tiredness. I felt almost drugged with sleep when I woke. It was very hard to wake up!

The main insight the lucid dream provided me with is that things are not always what they seem. While I thought the place I was seeing was upside down, it was clear that it was me who was upside down! Think of how different life would be if we would all consider that what we see is skewed (upside down), not the other way around.

The full moon often appears in my lucid experiences when it is full in real time. I am always drawn to it. I don’t know why.

Edit: I did end up asking my son if he remembered being OOB with me. He replied excitedly, “Yes!!” When I probed further, he said he didn’t recall specifics, only sitting and knowing I was there with him and doing things with him.

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Dream: I’m Dead

How are you all doing? Yesterday was a whammy, eh? I woke up really, really unhappy and grumpy yesterday. I just felt fed up and wanted OUT. I wrote a whole journal post, specifically asking why I couldn’t wake up excited about life. It is so rare for me to wake up and want to be here. In fact, if someone asked me my favorite time of day I would say, “None. It’s the night I look forward to – sleep.”

I think something shifted over night, though, and the energy is slightly lighter, though still heavy and thick compared to “normal” (what is that? lol). I slept really well and feel much more positive today.

My dreams from last night are mostly muddled in my memory but pieces remain and I woke with insight into reincarnation and how we prepare for life in these physical bodies.

What is most vivid is that I suddenly realized within the dream that I had died and was between lives. It was a lucid thought and though I didn’t take control of the dream, the dream became much more memorable afterward.

Dream: I’m Dead

I was walking with a friend, one of my early best friends in this lifetime. We had met up in the afterlife and were talking, catching up and discussing life trajectories, feeling accomplished and congratulating each other. For some reason, I paused.  A weird sense of loss and overwhelm descended upon me. With this I realized and said aloud to myself, “I am dead.”

A sudden influx of Knowing hit me. It was all at once – a flood of images, conversations, decisions, interactions, emotions and awareness. All of it was hard to swallow initially and I felt empty and lost inside, as if I had been an amnesiac with memory suddenly fully restored. I thought to myself, “I need to be alone. I am going to take a walk.” In my mind, I saw a vast and beautiful landscape. Tall, green grass swayed gently in the breeze. Beyond the rolling hills of grass were majestic mountains. The sky was blue with dots of clouds. The feeling was peaceful and serene.

As soon as I began to go on this walk, I was joined by another (a guide I think) who took my hand. I was instantly diverted to a room instead of the field I had longed to walk through. The room reminded me of a science lab in a high school. I was led to the door of an office. There was a viewing window between the office and much larger lab. The key was in the door. I turned the key, unlocked the door, opened it and went inside. I took the key out of the door when I realized the key should not be left in the door. I remember telling my guide, “They shouldn’t leave the key in the door.” At the time I said this, “they” felt like the “other teachers” and the room I was entering felt like the “teacher’s lounge”. I remember holding the key in my hand. It was pretty big, the size of my palm, and silver.

I remember saying to this guide matter-of-factly, “I’m dead then,” and the response and Knowing was that what I had just lived was but one of many trajectories in a particular lifetime/timeline. I knew instantly that I would live each of those trajectories until I had learned what that lifetime/timeline had to teach me. My friend reminded me that I didn’t have to return as the same person but I could be any one of the characters of my life that I chose. He also reminded me that I could take as long as I wanted before returning. It was all up to me. No one was going to force me or pressure me to return before I was ready.

Contemplating all of this and recognizing it to be true (I had done it and remembered doing it) I told him, “I know but I like to return as the same one (me).” The feeling with the thought was that it was a strategy I used. I exhausted all potential outcomes before I shifted personas/characters. 

It became very real to me that each lifetime, each decision and resulting timeline, was rehearsed and prepared for. There were few unexpected outcomes because each path was traveled repeatedly, each interaction and subsequent reaction drilled. I asked how frequently I surprised myself and was told, “It happens sometimes.” 

I remember being interrupted by a short, bald man in a lab coat. He had beady eyes that peered out at me through round spectacles. He reached his hand toward my own and gently took the key from it then hurried away. I was standing in the classroom at this time and don’t remember exiting the office. I sensed from him that I should’ve left the key in the office door so that others might enter. 

I awoke not long after the key was taken. 

Considerations

When I awoke I was in awe of my dream, Knowing that what I had witnessed was truth. With this realization I understood there was no avoiding this lifetime nor the countless others I would “live”. Each scenario would play out, has played out, will play out. There is no avoiding any of them. And each player in the production is experienced via their individual lens, which was also my own. Every single player/actor/actress, their multiple roles, decisions, reactions, emotions, available to me, an open book of insight and revelation. 

It is no wonder I felt like “taking a walk” and being alone when I Remembered. The most overwhelming Knowing was that all of the practiced scenarios occur at once (there is no time) and my dreams are but glimpses into them.

What is most peculiar is the feeling that who I am in this present life/scenario is very particular to this specific trajectory. The reactions, feelings, emotions – everything – that comprises me, unique and perfect down to my insecurities, fears and frailties. There are no mistakes. Everything is as it should be.

For the me in this body and life, all of the above is hard to swallow. Regardless of this Knowing, all that I experience is very real and solid, my perspective clear and tunnel-like, my visual field narrowed to only that which lies ahead. With memory of Knowing all perspectives, it creates a feeling of intense isolation and aloneness via this individualized perspective. It is no wonder I wish so badly to exit this life. I feel cut-off from myself and others, squished into this tiny body and mind, extremely limited. 

While I sit with all of this Knowing and Memory, I am reminded of what I was told by my guide about it being my decision. I choose when to return. No one will pressure me. It is all up to me.

I wonder, “How did this life go when I practiced for it? Or, am I practicing it now?”

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Dream Message: Epoch

The other night I was trying to retain a dream message in my memory, repeating phrases, even spelling words so that I would remember. That says a lot in itself about what was going on in dreamtime. It is clear that I was consulting with my guidance, or at least that they were advising me.

I’ve forgotten the words now except for one: Epoch. When the word was originally spoken, it was accompanied by another word before it but, despite trying, I lost that word. Epoch is defined as: “A memorable event or date” or “an event or a time marked by an event that begins a new period or development”. 

Fast forward to the moments before I woke for the day. I was in a semi-lucid moment or dream. What I recall most distinctly is that someone was telling me about today being my birthday and saying, “Happy birthday!”. There is momentary memory of stepping up into a golden light. Oddly enough, I see myself from a distance doing this, as if accepting an award or stepping on stage to receive a gift. I was listening and agreeing until I realized it was not my birthday and so questioned the other person. Eventually, though I accepted this ‘gift’ and awoke.

Funny enough, I momentarily lost the word epoch and instead was thinking “Echelon”. Ha! So somehow epoch and echelon went together in my mind when I woke. Echelon is a word that is used often in the military but the root of the word means “ladder”, so it is best thought of as the rungs of a ladder or stages of development or advancement. So, perhaps, echelon goes hand-in-hand with the idea of it being my birthday because they mark a new year in a life. And so does epoch in that the day may mark the beginning of a new period of development.

IDK if there is any truth to a new period of development or not. I don’t feel this day is any different from any other. It just feels like a typical Friday.

In between these two instances I had a dream where I have momentary clarity. I was talking to a man (a guide I presume). A woman was standing in the middle of a completely empty and dark auditorium. A light was cast over her, illuminating her face. I went up to her to ask her a question but my guide said, “That isn’t (insert name I can’t remember).” So I turned toward my guide and saw other people behind him. I went up to one of those people and my guide repeated, “That isn’t ____.” After scanning the faces of all the people around me I recognized what he was trying to tell me. All the people were me. I then said to him, “Then I will just use my gut, my intuition. It has always guided me well.” 

Dream: Split Brain

I am walking outside in a nice, wooden area with a spacious lawn that stretches out towards a body of water. There are large oak trees here and there and I am standing facing the water looking out over its surface and beyond. I then turn and walk around the area. That is when I notice a huge tree root has surfaced. There is a crack in it. I yell to someone, “Did you see this?” I walked over to inspect the root, noticing the root itself is split. The root runs about twenty feet towards the downward slope of the hill. Below it, though, the ground has eroded away exposing a network of roots, large and small. I kneel down and look into the space noticing I can see the base of a tree beneath the tangle of roots. The exposed roots have enough space between them that I could easily crawl down inside and stand up. I say to the person (a man), “There is a grand canyon crack in the ground and a huge cavern has formed under here!”

Amidst my exploration of this area I shift scenes and find myself watching and listening to a man talking about a specific therapy. Remembering the split tree root, I listen. While listening, I reach up and touch my head, pulling my fingers through my hair only to discover a huge split in the entire left side of my skull. The split is deep enough that I can put my fingers into it and feel the edges of my skull. I freak out, asking, “When did that happen?!” I worry that I am going to die or at least be very ill affected. 

The man on the screen speaks about my affliction and a treatment for it. A wide, black, fabric covered headband is gently placed around my head at the temples. A treatment is then administered. I see and feel tiny needles extend from the interior of the black fabric. I think they must be sewing up the crack and wait to feel the poking needles as they puncture my flesh. I only feel a kind of electric current running through my head. The man is explaining how the current is used and I know that this treatment is different than any I have ever received. 

I see a book open before me and then it shifts into a kind of PowerPoint presentation or PDF document whose pages can be turned. I watch/listen, eager to see if there is hope for me. 

I watch the pages before me. They move like a video. A man is doing a yoga pose, or something like it. He is kneeling and then putting his weight all on his left side, opening up his chest, his right arm up and the other braced against the ground at the elbow. He pushes his right leg into the air, his knee bent at 90 degrees. The pose is both a hip opener and a heart opener. I try to imitate him but keep losing my balance and falling over sideways. I am told it is okay if I cannot do it and help will be given.

I feel my head for the crack and it seems to be gone. I look down at the pages in front of me. There is scientific data being shared, a study of others who had a crack in their skull like mine. It mentions the people afflicted had to do time in prison, some 15+ years, all of them men. They had done spontaneous acts in a schizophrenic-like state of mind. This information worries me. Am I destined for such a fate? I wonder.

Then I am back at the tree’s exposed roots. A man is telling me that the reason for the problem stems from an attempt to from a sloping hill. The area was much lower previously and the added dirt had eroded away suddenly. In other words, it was a man-made problem created when man attempted to change the elevation of the land. I saw a glimpse of the past, someone with a bull dozer pushing huge piles of dirt up against the trunks of the trees. Then I looked and saw the base of the trunk below the broken ground and saw the proof of just how much dirt had been brought in. The space was deep enough that I could stand up in it and my head would remain below the surface. The man said that they could fill the hole with sand but I thought the sand would not be enough, a quick but not long-term solution to the problem. I saw the sand being poured into the space but only half the space was filled.

Considerations

I wake puzzled. What does the dream mean? Is it symbolic for what I called “the grand canyon split” I experienced during those first months after discovering my twin? After my heart blew open so wide that I was left with a magnetic pull so intense that I had to fight with myself to keep from following that pull? 

The “surgery” was quite real to me, so much so that after I woke I could still feel the sensations of it. What a peculiar feeling!!!

Perhaps the symbolism lies with the tree, the exposed, split root and cavern that resulted? The visual of that long, large root is quite vivid. It was like a tree itself it was so large and the crack within it, exposing the light colored flesh of the pulp inside, also vivid in my memory. The cavern created within the roots is also very memorable. I wanted to crawl inside to investigate. It was like a small world of its own and I did not fear it whatsoever nor was I concerned the trees would collapse upon me or that it must be fixed. The roots within the space were large and very strong.

I wonder why a mound of dirt was placed there to begin with? Is this symbolic of a type of work being done to my human consciousness? 

Dirt in a dream means emotional instability, incapability of going on, lack of direction or a difficult time ahead. In the dream dirt had been put over the roots to change the elevation of the land, hiding the roots and trunks below. Perhaps in the past (like past lives) I had experiences that built up layers of dirt (instability)? So some event exposed what lay below but cracked a main root, meaning it was more than I could handle.

In contrast, roots mean the opposite – stability and the initial causation or starting point of something. The roots are deep and strong. The deeper the roots the greater the fruits. So the deep roots I see indicate I am stronger than I think. I may be ready now to explore what was hidden.

It may be that my own “brain” is a clue. Perhaps the split was caused by my listening to my mind/logic rather than my heart? That is how it felt at the time. Surgery is performed and I am “healed”, but it could be that it is just a temporary “patch” similar to the sand being brought in.

Sand is used to fill up the space around the exposed roots. Sand symbolizes the passing of time. It also symbolizes lack of focus and stability. Like the dirt, the sand will not hold and is not a long-term solution. Piles of sand indicate resolution, so perhaps it is a positive sign, at least for the short-term. 

Finally, the idea of a split within the brain reminds me of the right and left side of the brain; masculine and feminine, logic and creativity. The left side of the brain, where my split was located, is connected to the masculine. It could be that the area that needs attention is the masculine.

Regardless, the feeling I woke with was concern mixed with mild alarm. But I’m not worried. I am secure in the knowledge that I am receiving assistance. 

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Repetitive Dream Themes, Heavy Energy, and Anxiety

How have you all been feeling these last few days? It’s been intense, that’s for sure! It seems the healing goes deep and wide, pushing the subconscious limits as well as the physical ones. Below are my observations and experiences.

Dream Theme: Serenaded

Two nights this week I had dreams where I was being serenaded. In the first, I was in an airport going through customs when the lights dimmed and my attention was pulled toward a man in a spotlight singing on a “stage”. He was singing to me about his love and devotion for me. I began to sing along with him and this woke me up. I don’t know who he was but the message was clear. He loved me and would wait for me.

The other dream was a night later. I saw an elderly couple sitting in a loveseat. The woman started singing and the man sang along, harmonizing with her. Her voice was broken but still beautiful. When the man sang it was deep and pure. He had a wonderful voice! When they sang, their message was of waiting for their love and at times it was obvious they meant for me to hear their song. I remember they sang to me, “I will wait for you.” 

Interestingly, I decided to watch What Dreams May Come again. I’ve watched it more times than I can count yet couldn’t remember some of it. The message of the movie was similar to those dreams. That we are loved and those on the Other Side are but a blink away, always there, always waiting. 

Dream Theme: ReUnion

Lately, I’ve had several dreams with a certain person I know from online. He makes an appearance is all, but I recognize him and it is clear in my dreams that I see his face, or his likeness at least. I am also very acutely aware of his energy prior to falling asleep. It feels like he is watching me from a distance. Waiting.

Two nights ago he appeared in a theater with me, sitting in the front row one seat directly in front of me. It was an isle seat and I accidentally touched him on the head. He turned around and said something to me and I saw him clearly, though his face was not in focus. I noticed his nose mostly and paused for a moment in the dream before moving on. 

Then last night we were in the dream together for quite a while, interacting. I remember I told someone, “I want to be with him.” I pointed him out and looked at him from a short distance. He was golden in color and shifty, like I was seeing his energy body. I found him attractive, though it was his energy more than his physical appearance. 

He was in a house with me and others. I think I saw my “twin” there as well, sitting near a wall, observing. The house resembled my childhood home. We were preparing for school. I was putting on clothing and doing my makeup. The energy was anticipatory. A classmate/friend approached me wearing my chosen outfit. It was black and white with a tank top, plunging neckline and flowing skirt. She was dark haired and voluptuous. The outfit showed her cleavage and fit her differently than it did me. I let her wear it and complimented her, choosing instead a white jumper. As the time came for us to depart, I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I looked in the mirror at my face and put on some extra powder around my eyes and smoothed my hair. The vision of myself was fresh and attractive, my eyes glowed. I saw a clock momentarily. It was 9:48 and I knew we had to be there by 10.

The dream goes hazy and then I remember hearing, “We are all in this together.” I woke momentarily but settled back to sleep, entering the in-between where I found myself standing in the middle of what appeared to be a massive library. I was holding a large book. It was tucked under my left arm and so big I could feel it pressing up into my armpit. There were two bookshelves on either side of me that were so tall they disappeared into the sky. Rows up rows of books lined each shelf. Suddenly, all the books exploded, bursting apart at their bindings, becoming dust. 

The exploding books startled me and I woke up. This time I was thinking of what I heard, “We’re all in this together.” It felt like the message and the vision coincided but I couldn’t remember.

Still tired, I dipped back into the in-between momentarily where a blue book opened up in front of me. In a flash I both saw and heard the word, “Kronos.” 

This was the final straw. I couldn’t return to sleep, the messages repeating in my mind along with images from dreamtime. 

We’re all in this together.

Kronos.

Heavy Energy and Anxiety 

Since the end of last week the energy has been heavier. I’m noticing the people around me are affected in different ways. My sister, for example, suddenly wants to talk more, to try and resolve past differences. Specifically, she wants me to help her do this with our mother. She mentioned she is crying more – emotional. My mom has also been more emotional. She was crying on the phone while talking with me, which is unusual for her. Finally, a friend of mine has been reaching out, worried about the future and having upsetting dreams and another online friend has been highly disillusioned. So it is clear the energy is hitting everyone differently, depending on what they need to work on and clear.

For me, personally, I have felt more anxious. I’m not really surprised about it because prior to the energy shift I had a dream when I was selecting sweaters from a dresser as I prepared to go on a trip to Montana. The sweaters were all crop tops and when I put one on I saw myself clearly, my stomach exposed right where the 2nd and 3rd chakras are. When I woke I knew the significance. Sweaters are protection. So while the rest of me is protected, my 2nd and 3rd chakras would be exposed. My understanding of this is that the energy would be specifically focusing on those chakras and to expect the emotions associated with them to be more acute. Thus, anxiety mixed with many other emotions, has been prominent.

After the above dream warning I started to meditate mid-day, around 2pm, for 30 minutes. I’ve experimented with various types of meditations – guided, singing bowls, binaural beats. This decision came with a Knowing that I need to calm my thoughts and sure enough my mind has been in overdrive and difficult to quiet. 

Yesterday was almost toxic energy-wise. I woke up with this near compulsion to make some hasty – rash even – decisions about my life. I felt like taking a school counseling job, quitting my current job, moving house, filing for divorce, and relinquishing my share of the family business. It was a feeling of just “letting it all go” and starting over. It didn’t freak me out. I even considered acting on it, but all this was interrupted and put on hold by a message from my sister.

So, I ended up having a three-way FB conversation with my mom and sister. My sister was freaking out over Covid, vaccination mandates, etc, and wanted to meet up to discuss an emergency plan for when all our rights are taken away. She is acting like the end of the world is near. I felt a pang of anxiety hit me so this exchange seemed to validate what I was feeling and eventually feed it. The exchange ended with me trying to refocus her on her own, on-going emergency. I told her I was not interested in talking about Covid as it could only lead to negative, fear-mongering energy and I wanted no part in it. I ended up triggering her and eventually my mom left the conversation altogether. I think she was getting triggered by my sister. I wasn’t really triggered at all. In fact, I felt good about staying calm despite the huge pit of anxiety in my stomach. 

Most of the morning this anxiety swirled in my lower stomach area, occasionally going to my chest and into my throat. I went on a morning run to get some space and it seemed to help. Later, though, I had to take a walk because just standing at my computer doing work was unbearable. Going outside always helps stave off a full-blown panic attack and I was really, really close to that. OMG I hate the feeling!

The meditation I did later that afternoon was emotional despite only being 10 minutes long. It helped to release the anxiety I had been feeling and I felt much calmer afterward.

Just as I was typing the above I recalled a dream in which I was being given medicine for IBS. The specific symptom mentioned was a shooting pain. The “doctor” told me that my IBS was the direct result of anxiety. He specifically pointed out how I am more anxious than I realize, holding onto high amounts of anxiety to the point that it has become my norm. The next morning I looked up the symptoms and causes of IBS because I had been having some mild recurrent symptoms. Bingo. And again – the second and third chakras come up because these are the chakras connected to IBS.

Add in to all the above the 20th anniversary of 9/11….and I just want to sigh really loudly, breathe and send love out to the world.

So, if you are feeling a lot like this now, take it easy on yourself. Take lots of breaks. Practice deep breathing. Meditate. Feel the weight of your body against the ground/bed/chair and focus on how supported it is – you are. 

Like my guidance said: We are all in this together. The entire world needs to take a deep breath, let out the pent up emotion and release the fear.

Interesting Development

As if yesterday weren’t weird enough (and to end off on this topic of anxiety/fear), my husband and I talked a bit about Covid and the anti versus pro vaxers. He mentioned how a particular coworker’s wife is pressing him to quit because my husband – his boss – is not vaccinated. She is really terrified and putting it on her husband daily. My husband asked me why I chose to get vaccinated. Ultimately, I told him that I felt that even though the vaccine would make no difference to me, it made a huge difference to those around me who truly believed the vaccine would keep them safe. So, ultimately I did it to help lessen their fear, not my own. In the end, it also helps me because I can sense/feel their fear and if I can diminish that fear, then it lessens its impact on me. So win-win. My husband smiled, nodded his head and said, “I think I’m going to get the vaccine.” I asked, “Why?” He said, “So I can make his wife feel better which will make him feel better which will make me feel better.” 

We both agree, anything that will lessen the fear of the world is good because fear is the real virus. 

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Kundalini Dream: Touch = Ecstasy

Dreams were crazy full of energy last night and when I woke I felt like I had been drugged.

Dream: Bliss Shower

In the first dream, I was with a friend of mine from the blogging community. We were standing close together, facing each other. I could feel this erotic energy when we touched and though I don’t recall much else, I do think we talked and engaged in a kind of exchange. There is memory of police cars and being outside, but I don’t know if it was connected to this dream or? Eventually we ended up taking a shower together. What is odd is that everything was dark around us except for this plain, tiled shower stall and the water falling from above our heads. It felt like we were trying to wash away impurities but the entire time I could feel this amazing energy between us. If we touched, which we were doing as we “cleaned” each other, an explosion of ecstasy resulted. My friend seemed very serious the whole time, though, and I remember seeing his face more than once staring back at me, his forehead furrowed and his eyes squinting, as if he were questioning me.

When I woke I was a bit shocked by the dream but forgot it quickly because of the pull to return to dreamtime and the amazing, bliss-filled ecstasy of it. I went directly into another dream with similar blissful sensations. This one I recall more details.

Dream: Touch = Ecstasy

The dream began with me being invited by a co-worker (we’ll call him K) to go somewhere with him. He had this huge dog, like Clifford the big red dog, only he was white with a big black spot on his back. I followed the dog to a small car. The dog was bigger than the car yet somehow fit inside. I climbed into the passenger seat and we left. Somewhere along the way we smoked a joint and I remember feeling very relaxed and uninhibited.

We arrived at a house where his friends were. We mingled for a while but I was fascinated by touch and what it was causing me to feel. It was a wonderful, erotic, pleasurable feeling. It just made me feel good! I kept brushing up against K and staying close to him. I remember his friends watching me, snickering like they knew something. I realized that K must also have felt similarly because he was drawn to touch me as much as I was him. We ended up caressing each others faces, arms, hands, etc. There was nothing sexual about it, we were just really friendly and close, laughing and enjoying the feeling of each other.

At one point one of his friends asked me how I was feeling. They suggested that I had smoked something much more potent than pot. I asked them if they knew what and I heard “PCP”. I remember thinking about PCP, wondering if it was bad and then relaxing because I knew it was just another hallucinogen. They kept looking at me like they knew something I didn’t, and though I noticed it, I was too caught up in the bliss to really care.

Eventually I went up to K, brushing up against him purposefully, but this time I took his face in my hands and kissed him on the lips. He looked shocked but did not pull away. I heard his friends snickering and something caused me to feel unsafe around them. So, I took off and ran out the back door. It was snowing outside and I ran into the snow which slowed me down because it went up to my waist. Eventually I fell into it but soon realized it was fake snow made of really tiny, circular pieces of foam. I laughed out loud, letting myself get nearly covered in the snow as I relaxed into it.

I lay in the snow outside a house near a tree for a bit, looking at the sky and feeling carefree and “high”. I noticed the garage door was open. Inside were two women standing under bright lights with white packages around them. One came out to investigate and I hid behind their parked SUV, eventually coming out. One woman spoke with me, asking me if I was going to turn them in. I saw white, round, tire-like plastic containers stuffed with plastic bags. Turns out they had a drug operation and were trying to hide it from me. I remember hearing the police were coming, but I didn’t care. I ended up wading through the fake snow back to the house. Someone was asking me about K. Did you kiss him? I said I had and they were shocked and brought up our age difference. I said, “I’m only 5yrs older than him.” This is a lie. I am 10yrs older. The last thing I saw was the flashing of blue and red lights.

I woke up, the blissful energy still swirling around me, making me feel drunk.

I didn’t want to wake up and lay in bed relishing the lingering energy and accompanying drugged feeling. I actually felt like I had just finished having really, really good sex. LOL 

Interpretation

The first dream was likely an actual encounter with a friend. I wish I could recall more of it, but it is very muted in my memory and there are few details except the shower scene and flashing lights. The shower is about cleansing and since we are in it together, it could be about letting go of shared negative energy and/or shared negative experiences. The flashing lights are “caution”. I’ve seen them in other dreams warning me of things to come. It is hard to say what those things are, though.

The second dream was a continuation of the amazing feeling from the first but with another person I know. I’ve had K dreams with him in the past, so it is not new to me, but the large dog is! Wow! Dogs are protection and fidelity, so perhaps there is a need for protection? The drugged feeling intensifies and I experiment with it more and more as does my friend. I think the laughing friends are likely my guidance or someone in Spirit working with me. The fake snow is interesting and indicates an emotion that is frozen is actually not frozen. The continuation of the “drug” idea seems to point to an indicator that something might be addictive and, again, I see the police lights, which is a warning.

Overall, the second dream suggests that though I may feel like the erotic feelings I’ve had in the past are gone (frozen) and will not return, this is an untruth (fake snow). I need to be cautious (police lights). Someone or something I think harmless may turn out to be much more potent than I realize.

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Past Forward

An odd theme is presenting itself lately. It seems like past relationships are returning to the present. Usually, this takes place in dreams but it has also seeped into physicality. For example, an ex from years ago has been communicating with me via email for a couple of weeks. I reached out to him first because I read an old email from my journals and wanted to tell him something about what I’d learned from that time. He seemed overjoyed to hear from me and has been emailing me, though intermittently. In the past his emails were very sporadic. He would wait weeks before responding to me and it was very agonizing for the me of almost 20 years ago. Now, I don’t have that issue at all, and his pauses don’t even phase me. I would love to talk like we use to but am feeling like taking my time with this unfolding. What will result, IDK and I don’t have any expectations otherwise.

Similarly, it was not long ago when my “twin” came to mind out of the blue and I felt like he would be contacting me. The reminders began as little hints from the environment like seeing his name here and there or hearing a song from that painful time. Then one night, not long ago, my guides warned me that soon I would be either contacted by him or something similar. It surprised me and then I told my guidance, “I don’t care. I don’t want to talk to him.” 

Then this morning I woke up around 4am from a dream with him in it. When I went back to sleep I had another dream of him.

Dream: Black Mustang

This dream is hard to recall because the second dream overwrote it. 

I remember being around my “twin” in the dream. Mostly, I observed him from a distance. When I recognized him it made an impact and I’m surprised I didn’t become lucid in the dream. I recall seeing another woman with him. She had blonde, almost white hair that came to her shoulders. I never saw her face as her back was to me. 

The next thing I remember is discussing a departure flight time and being outside standing in the snow (frozen emotion) which was very crusty like it had melted and refrozen many times. Parts of it were in drifts so that when you stepped on the surface it would crack and you would fall through to your waist. There was mention of skiing but I don’t think a ski (getting through difficult times) trip was involved. My “twin” said his flight was at 8am and asked me when mine was. I told him, “Not until 1pm.” 

After he left I was sitting alone feeling off and a bit confused. Old emotions were resurfacing and I felt like I had no one to talk to and that no one who could listen would understand. A woman who was concerned and felt motherly asked me what was wrong. I told her, “I don’t know what to do. I can’t stop thinking about him.” It was a bit of a relief to share this but it didn’t make me feel any better. I was reliving that time in my life. The mother figure said, “You should tell him how you feel.” 

Thankfully, the memories of those emotions didn’t get strong enough to wake me. They were muted but there, especially the upset at not being able to stop thinking about him. It made me feel obsessed and I didn’t want to feel that way.

To my surprise, he returned for a visit. I was overjoyed to see him. He came to show me his Mustang convertible (desires, dreams and wishes). I remember it as both a white color and then a black color. It would shift between the two – the one from my memory (white) and the one he was actually driving (black). He invited me into the car and so I crawled into the back seat. I looked up at the roof which was unlike any convertible I’ve been inside. Only a foot wide sliver of the roof was open to the sky. I could see the underside of the roof. It was sparkling as if covered in glitter. I commented that it was like seeing the stars. Like the car, the color of the roof shifted between black and white. 

I awoke from this dream feeling the muted emotions trying to break the surface. My response was to allow some to do so but then I said, “I’m not going to go there again” and stopped the tears. A guide was close and I spoke to her for a bit. I remember saying, “I still love him”, feeling sad and wishing this life would end. My guide asked me if I thought my wish to leave this life might be connected to my lives with him. I replied that it likely did, though I’ve felt that way since before I met him in this lifetime. I reflected on the past lives I’ve recalled with him and how I often ended up dead after he chose to turn his back on me, leave me, abandon me or ignore me. It felt like the pattern was on-going. The only difference in this life is I’m still alive. 

Dream: Bridge of Cars

When I returned to sleep I entered another dream. This time I didn’t see my “twin” but instead was observing a rickety bridge (transition), one of those kind that is made of rope and wood planks. It was high in the air and swinging. On the bridge were several cars (lives of others) attempting to cross. They were stopped in the center because of the swinging of the bridge. I could see an off-shoot that was roped off, an exit or alternate route. It felt very precarious and it seemed like the cars wouldn’t make it.

The next thing I recall is seeing this Asian man crawling on the underside of the bridge towards the exit. He seemed unafraid as he navigated the moving bridge, crawling underneath it by grabbing onto the rotted and sometimes broken planking. I remember he purposefully didn’t look down. He slipped at one point, nearly falling, but didn’t let it phase him. He successfully climbed onto solid ground and then helped the cars pass through. 

I remember talking to my guide while this dream was occurring. There is memory of my guides referring to my “twin” as “your cousin”. This made me pause as I contemplated what that might mean. It likely means we are very, very close soul family (first tier). Then I asked, “What should I do?” The response I got was, “He wants you to do the work.” This answer was given around the time I saw the man crawl up onto solid ground. I don’t know why, but I broke down sobbing and woke up.

Considerations

When I woke I was wondering about what I was told about doing “the work”. I don’t know exactly what it refers to. My own clearing work? If so, I have no idea what that entails. I thought back on that time in my life and reflected a bit on it. Perhaps I am being asked to finish what was started? If so, what does that entail? Am I suppose to contact him? Or am I just suppose to release those emotions and the past? Or are we meant to reconnect and finish this together? And then maybe “the work” just has to do with my purpose here.

It seemed to me like we’ve had many lifetimes where we meet briefly and then move on. I am always blown away by the love and connection. My guess is I become clingy or intense and this is scary to him and he withdraws. I remember thinking that our short encounters are purposeful. We meet to impact each other, to catalyze one another, and then go on our way. 

I thought of the time we met in person for the first time. The desire to hug him and never let go was very strong. It was something I couldn’t control. The Kundalini was always threatening to explode upward and I struggled to push it down, but I succeeded. We both experienced an odd bubble of energy that night that kept us awake. At the time I didn’t know what it was, but I think I do now. That energy was our Higher Selves attempting to merge, to create that telepathic/energetic link. I don’t think I was resisting. I remember being in awe of the energy and not really minding that it kept me awake. It felt like I was three times my normal size! He told me that it bothered him, though, so I suspect he was resisting. Afterward he withdrew a little more every day until, ultimately, he disconnected.

I also recalled how my “twin’s” HS seemed to me. He was always playing around, teasing me and trying to get me to laugh. Our relationship in Spirit is very mischievous and playful. At other times we would just sit or walk together holding hands, our mind’s quiet and our hearts overflowing with love. The part of me that is playful is evident. He brings it out of me. In this lifetime (and others) we both tend to be overly serious, me more than him in this life. Our HS find this amusing and we often tease one another about it. 

The bridge dream appears to be symbolic of the work my “twin” is doing (and me also). We act as bridges, helping others across; Wayshowers. It is clear to me that we did not come into this life to be together romantically and that part of my lesson is to be able to accept friendship with him despite wanting so much more. When I am able to accept the love I have for him without expectation, then the energy between us will flow smoothly and resistance will melt away. 

Honestly, I don’t know how I can feel the kind of love I felt for him and not cling to it. I am able to easily stay disconnected from the sexual bliss/flow, but not the heart bliss/flow. The heart bliss makes me feel like I am Home – Whole – and since I have such Homesickness here, feeling Home is pretty much all I want to feel.

Past Forward

This time of year always seems to bring the past forward to the present for inspection. I suspect it’s astrological and I don’t mind it really, though sometimes it can be painful. It wasn’t long ago that I was reading through my old journals and focusing on past relationships, some romantic and some just friendly. I noticed how my memories of those people and times do not match what I wrote in my journal! So much I forgot and so much I changed – why? I think perhaps we all tweak our stories over time, focusing on the lessons and so losing or altering the “facts”. And maybe altering memories is a kind of coping mechanism, too, to help us feel less “wrong” or put a Band-Aid on the hurt. I most definitely covered up some things. I’m grateful to my journal for showing me the truth. I most definitely wrote details down, even copying and pasting full email conversations! So there’s no denying what that truth was – is.

As for my “twin” experience, I think there is still some healing to do, some love to allow and some forgiveness to give (of myself and him). The less I judge myself and others, the easier it gets to accept the lessons of the past and integrate them into the Now. One thing is for certain, the love never dies no matter how many Band-aids and story edits.

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Ser-Vive!

Another memorable dream.

Dream: Ser-Vive!

The beginning of the dream is hazy. I remember traveling in the mountains. There was lots of snow and many pauses along the way. My husband and children were with me but they were always in my peripheral. My husband was occasionally within view but blurry. What I do recall of his looks does not match my husband in this lifetime. Instead of fair hair and eyes, the man I saw had dark, almost black hair, pale skin and a sinewy build. 

As we traveled there was discussion that seemed to go on in the background. As I recall it now, it is clear that I was conversing with my guidance and the dream morphed from that conversation. Only bits and pieces of info remain along with the accompanying visuals. 

I remember recognizing the “four elements” and seeing them appear as colors in my visual field alongside the dream scenario that was playing out. For example, brown was Earth and red/orange was Fire. In my dream, I sat selecting colors to form a rainbow and was especially seeking the Air and Water elements. For some reason, I selected green because I noticed it was missing in the rainbow. I selected it to represent Water while blue represented Air and put a beautiful orange and yellow alongside the red recognizing their combination to create Fire.

At one point I was standing outside in the snow with a mother and her daughter. She was taking photographs but the image was not clear. It was so cold that the ice crystals were suspended in the air. At the time I was traveling with my husband to our destination, climbing into a large, black truck or SUV. I recall a voice whispering to me, our discussion in the background of the dream moving me along the path of my dream experience. The destination was stressed as important. It felt almost as if I were reading an epic fantasy novel where the protagonist was being ushered towards their purpose by supporting characters. 

The destination turned out to be a cave located somewhere in the mountains. When we entered the cave, a mystic was waiting for us. I don’t know the mystic’s gender as it shifted constantly as did his/her face. The mystic was hunched over, held a staff in hand and wore a brown cloak. The mystic said, “It’s about time.” 

On the floor in front of the mystic was a man laying face down and splayed out as if he had fallen from a great height. Was he dead? No. It was clear that he represented the future and I knew somehow that the man that was with me would become the man on the floor but not yet. We were in the place of no-time – somewhere between the past and the future but not in the present.

The mystic spoke to my “husband” asking him if he knew why he was there. I don’t remember the conversation but it was positive. My husband seemed to know exactly why he was there. He had a purpose to fulfill and a destination to reach. The mystic nodded, pleased at the response he received.

Then my husband shifted from beside me to the floor. I don’t recall seeing him after that.

Next, the mystic asked me the same questions. I don’t recall my answer, just that I felt undecided how to answer. What was the right answer? Would I say the wrong thing? Unlike my “husband” my purpose was not clear to me. I didn’t feel to have a destination at all, actually.

Sadly, much of what we said is lost to my memory now, which is likely how it is suppose to be. What I remember happening was that the Mystic told me my purpose was to “survive”. I didn’t like hearing this. What do you mean, survive? That seems so pointless. 

The mystic said to me, “I have a letter for you.” I could see the letter as the mystic pulled it out. I don’t know what words were said here but the letter felt to be one written between myself and my husband, though I don’t know if I wrote to him or him to me. It felt like I was being offered this letter. I wanted to read it but for some reason I didn’t take the letter. Instead, my mind drifted as I thought of how pointless my life felt. 

There was a long pause. I remember saying, “Why did I go back to him (my “husband” in the dream)?” I am thinking this man was my ex in this life, but he most obviously isn’t! Yet I Know I return to him over and over again, his destination becoming my own for a while. Why?

I soon realized I had shifted into my mind, caught up in the questions I had about my “husband”.

Eventually, it became clear that the mystic had turned away from me focusing elsewhere. I didn’t want that so I questioned the mystic. The mystic said, “You don’t want to stay”. At the time it felt like the mystic meant I didn’t want to stay there in that cave and wanted to leave. In hindsight I believe what the mystic meant was I did not want to stay in this life and fulfill my purpose so then there was no point in continuing our discussion.

Concerned, I told the mystic I did want to continue and so the mystic turned back toward me. 

What I recall next is a mixture of thoughts and visuals. I do not know what was said first, or last. The progression is lost and I believe this to be the result of being in the Now where all is experienced at the same time.

I recall being asked how I serve others. My answer was that I use my Voice – I tell them what they need to hear. There was a strong pulling sensation in my throat when I said this, like knowledge was moving into my throat and out of my mouth.

The word “survive” came up again but this time along with the word “service”. My mind went to certain ideas that have been coming to me recently, ideas about volunteering, helping others, and just generally being of service however I can. Yet, I have no idea how to go about this and so just push it out of my mind because no one is asking me for my help. I feel I must be invited, but invitations don’t come very often. This left me with a feeling of failure, even more so now that I was being reminded that service is why I am here. 

Then I recalled a vision I had long ago when my gifts first materialized. In it I was standing in a mist between heaven and earth (or at least two places), assisting those on one side to get to the other. I was also reminded of how I brought my “husband” to the cave where he continued on to his final destination. Thus, I saw myself as a kind of escort, taking people from one point to another. I took people to their destinations (purpose), but I had no “destination” of my own, not really. I just moved back and forth over and over again.

For some reason, learning this made me extremely sad. How awful to not have a destination except that of the person I am currently helping! What of my own destination!!?

The word service was repeated and the scene shifted.

I was now standing with my mother who was beside a bed with a pile of luggage. She was going on a trip and had all her belongings packed. She stood with a small bag in her hands. Inside were many cassette tapes. She was smiling as she looked down at them. She told me they were recorded songs given to her by her husband to keep her company on her long journey. I knew she was preparing to leave and said, “I have some great songs you could take with you. Would you like them?” She seemed undecided. I remember mentioning one song. If she could just take one, I think she would like it. My mom agreed but then I remembered and said, “Oh, I left it at home.” In my mind I saw a CD case full of CD’s stored under my bed. 

Then, I woke up.

Considerations

As I awoke I knew the scene with my mother was an example of my purpose. It confused me, though. The symbolism of my mom with her packed luggage seems to point to her exiting this life, her luggage full of memories. I knew in the dream that she was leaving soon and that everyone leaves this place eventually. Then, so must I, correct? We all eventually die, our destination being Home, correct?

Then my guidance reminded me that I volunteered to be here. I am a volunteer. Maybe my Home (destination) is different?

This is when the word “Wayshower” came to my mind. Is that what I am? Is that what the vision meant? I’m escorting people their destinations? I pause and think, “Not that again (Wayshower, volunteer, guide, etc).” lol

The Ferryman comes to mind but then that doesn’t fit exactly, just the going back and forth, over and over again. Sigh.
So, then, my Home is not the same Home my mom is returning to? Or is it?

I don’t understand. 

Not long after I wake the word “service” pops in my head again. I accept it. “Fine”, I think, what else can I do? And then I wonder about being told “survive” and I see the word survive another way – Ser-Vive. Vive is French for “Live!”. So I am being told my purpose is to, “Sur-Vive = Serve Life”. 

I’m so not feeling it. lol