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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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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. 

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Dream: Kundalini Heart Bliss Returns

I’ve had trouble sleeping for three nights in a row. Sigh. I can’t fall asleep, but eventually do, usually around midnight. Then, unfortunately, I wake around 4-4:30am and struggle to go back to sleep.

I came across an article that warning of coming solar flare activity. The image matched the dates I’ve been struggling with sleep.

Thankfully, it looks like they are calming down, so maybe I will get more than 5hrs of sleep tonight?

On the bright side, during my brief 4-5hrs of sleep last night, I had a wonderful dream.

Before I go into the dream, there is a backstory. As you may know from my previous posts, I’ve been in a kind of “pause” period with very little spiritual activity. The decline has been steady over the last 5-7 years since my Kundalini awakening in 2014-2017.

I’ve been asking for a return of the Kundalini energy, ideally the heart bliss because I’ve really missed it. Of all the amazing Kundalini energy I’ve experienced, the heart bliss is the absolute best. It makes everything….better. I feel Home. I feel completely open, vulnerable and connected to All. 

Dream: Kundalini Heart Bliss Returns

I entered into a dream where I was standing in front of a large, muddy, flooded pond. I was with someone and told them, “I bet you can catch a lot of fish here.” The water was muddy, though, so I thought to myself it may not be the best fishing just yet.

We walked along the side of the large pond towards another big pond in the distance. There was a single-wide mobile home with a chain link fence on our right. The pond came right up to the fence, threatening to flood the yard and home. The female owner of the mobile home was outside and I asked if she worried her home would flood. She said, “No” and pointed to how the home was up on blocks. 

A little boy came running up to the fence gate, opened it up and greeted me with a smile as if he knew me. He was around 3-4 years old with dark hair. It felt like I had brought my child to play with him but I’m not sure. I don’t remember who was with me so it could’ve been my son. 

I continued to walk towards the other pond. The scene changed as I walked and the open field with the ponds quickly turned into tree covered park. Behind me I heard a commotion and a teenage boy came running past. Someone had lost their dog. I walked back to check for it and discovered another dog who was quickly joined by the missing dog. Both dogs were inside a chain linked fence. I yelled back that their dog had returned. 

Turning back, I walked towards a large, VW-looking flat-front bus. Someone had fixed it up and it looked really nice, almost brand new. A man was standing near the rear of the vehicle and I went up to him and asked if it was his. He said it was and that he had fixed it up, a big, proud grin on his face. He had dark hair and a twinkle in his eyes. Something was familiar about him and, like the boy from earlier, I seemed to know him.

We walked around the bus, which had large windows all around. Parked inside I saw a very pricey, sports car. It seemed odd to me to have a car inside a bus and I asked him, “Why not put a bed there?” I sent him a visual of how it would look. 

The scene shifted. We were inside the bus and the man was laying on a bed. The sports car was gone. 

I stood next to him and we talked a while as if getting to know one another. He told me about graduating and going to college. Surprised at his age, I said, “You seem so young.” He replied, “Why does that (age) matter?” In that moment, my view shifted from him to myself and I could see what I looked like. I was female, darker skinned (mulatto), and older, possibly 40’s-50’s. There was an odd sense in this moment and I realized our appearances and everything around me were not what it seemed. 

The man told me that his parents encouraged him to take the bus to the “red light district”. There was a long period of silence. I asked him, “Is that what you want to do?” He seemed to indicate it was not. The sense I got from him was uncertainty. He wanted to make others happy and often did things he didn’t really want to do. 

Then we were closer. I was sitting on the bed next to him and could see he had a bandage on the right side of his face. His face was very clear in the dream but now I only recall it in general. He looked very similar to the Hispanic looking, dark haired man that use to visit me in the early years of my Kundalini awakening.

I can’t recall what we were talking about before, only that I felt a deep connection to the man. He seemed to be in the bed “recovering” and I greatly identified with his story. I remember trying to tell him what I was feeling but I got choked up. The words felt to stick in my threat. My heart was filling up slowly with heart bliss, bringing up a plethora of emotions and they were overtaking me. I did manage to choke out, “I don’t know…..I don’t know what is happening….to me…[long pause, intense emotion]…Can….Can I give you a hug?” He leaned toward me and we embraced. While in the embrace I began to cry – with relief, with joy, with excitement. I was Home.

I could sense the man felt the same. He pulled away slightly, just getting far enough away that our faces were inches apart. Then he kissed me. The pressure in my heart intensified, the emotion growing even more intense. 

It brought back memories of “before”; of when I had the heart connection/twin flame experience. But this time it was far more gentle and flowing. There was no panic. There was no resistance; no runner/chaser dynamic. Just full acceptance. But mostly there was a flood of intense relief and a Knowing in my heart that what I was experiencing was meant to be. I thought, “This is what I’ve been waiting for…” Unfortunately, I became too lucid and though I tried desperately to hold onto the dream, I came slowly back to body awareness. 

I heard my guide say matter-of-factly, “There you go.” 

My heart was still swirling with bliss as I replied, “I wanna go back. Please.” From there I drifed into the in-between a few times where I heard the name “John”. It could be my guide’s name as I’ve gotten that name many times in the past. 

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Dream Encounter

Slept okay with lots of dreams. Had an interesting dream encounter, also.

Dream: Find Your Family

I received a call informing me of something that seemed important. I can’t recall what it was or who called, but it felt like a bank called me. 

Then I was taken to a large office-like building. Inside were lots of random people, none I recognized. A person approached me and asked me some questions about certain people, bringing up names and asking me if I knew them, etc. One name I recognized as my husband’s family but my description of her did not match theirs. Overall, it felt like an interrogation and I was becoming nervous and suspicious because I didn’t understand why I was there.

Eventually I was informed that everyone there was part of an ancestry project that reunited families that had been separated. A person announced to everyone,”Find your family”. I stood confused for a moment and then stepped aside as others began to form small groups. A handful of others and myself stood separate from the others. We looked at each other questioningly. I remember saying, “I don’t have one [a family].” The others with me nodded in agreement- neither did they. 

One man approached the person in charge, demanding to know what was going on. I moved away, towards the front door, thinking I would just leave. When I got to the door it had a large, silver electronic lock on it. I wasn’t going anywhere. I leaned up against the window looking out, not really concerned. Then the man, having not gotten any answers, wandered over to the door also. He looked at the lock and then at me and said, “I guess we’re stuck here.” He seemed angry.

Dream Encounter

The next thing I know I am sitting in the front seat of a pickup truck. There is a man to my left. We are sitting quite close and it feels very intimate. In front of us is my youngest son. He is moving around quite freely as if the truck has unlimited space. I notice his hair is out of place so I reach out and comb it in place. Then he shows me his finger saying he lost the ring. I can see a green spot where the ring use to sit. It seems like he had been wearing a cheap ring on it for a while. 

The whole time I am sitting with this man who feels very familiar. In fact, he feels like someone I know in real life. While I am interacting with my son, I lean into this man and hug him tight. When finished hugging him I don’t move but stay close, laying in his arms. 

The man brings up “cold hands and feet” for some reason. I suddenly feel very concerned because I often have cold, clammy hands. Will he reject me because of it? I reply truthfully to him that I often have cold hands and feet but lately they have been warmer than usual. He doesn’t seem to judge me for it and stretches out his bare feet and wiggles his toes as if to emphasize the “cold feet” part. Then he reaches out and takes my hand in his own. He comments that my hand is not cold at all. I relax, relieved. 

We remain holding hands, laying in each others arms. He is quite tall, so his chest and torso are above my head. Yet I can look up at him easily. I feel suddenly very nervous because I can sense the energy shifting. I worry he wants to kiss me. I look up and he looks back at me. He says to me, “That’s funny, is that stabs on your eyes?” I think my mind shifts the words a bit because I immediately look away, self-conscious of something on my face. But I look back almost immediately when I hear his words because I am confused. Did he say “Stabs” or “Scabs”? And on my eyes??

When I look back at him all I see are his eyes. They are golden with specks of yellow and the pupils are pinpricks; barely visible. It is like his eyes are a precious stone like tiger’s eye or yellow jasper. I am instantly pulled into them. I recognize something in his eyes. At the same time, a very odd feeling hits me in the high heart, that spot just above the heart chakra but just below the throat chakra. It feels like I am hit with lightening but at the same time an energy comes back out that feels so strange, so unfamiliar, that it wakes me up.

Messages

As I wake I begin to sob. The emotion just pours out of me but I have no idea why. I don’t feel any specific emotion, yet I am crying. And that odd feeling in my high heart is still lingering. It doesn’t feel bad but it feels….strange. I have felt all kinds of Kundalini energy but this, this was beyond strange! It felt like something was both going into me and being sucked out of me at the same time.

And those eyes. OMG! They weren’t human.

Still sensing his presence, I ask him, “Who are you?” He replies, “I am you.” This is a familiar response, and something about it causes me to fall instantly into Knowing. This is something I have experienced before but practically forgot. How could I forget? 

He asks me, “Why are you sad?” And another wave of emotion pours out of me. Now wide awake and sobbing into my pillow, I try to answer him, but really, I have no idea. However, part of my answer was, “I feel lost” and “I don’t feel like I belong.”

The entire time I was getting visuals of him still holding my hand and messages such as, “We love you” and “You are not alone.” All familiar. 

I am reminded of a vision received not long ago. I saw a watch laying on the floor followed by a flash of something else, I think the entrance or exit to a pool of water,  indicating endings and beginnings. The song, It’s Time came to mind. This song has recently been repeating. I Knew the watch = “It’s time” and the water = “To begin”. 

Another song, Wake Me Up Inside, has also been coming to mind.

Interpretation

The first dream seems to reflect my feelings of not belonging. I am there to find my family but have none. I feel trapped amongst strangers (door is locked). 

The encounter dream is sending me a message about “cold feet”. It is pretty obvious now, but in the dream I was too preoccupied with concerns that I would cause the man not to like me to notice. 

The green ring marks on the boys hands are probably a message about Union or marriage or something similar. Rings that leave green marks are not genuine so perhaps it symbolizes a relationship that is not genuine? I still haven’t figured it out yet. 

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A Hellish 10 Days

How is everyone? The eclipse energies and whatever else was going on alongside it was intense, wasn’t it? For me, particularly, it was quite a challenge.

First, there was the mental torture. I did it to myself, of course. My monkey-mind was very, very difficult to shut down. I kept thinking that I needed to act on the repetitive thoughts, because, well they were repeating. As someone with a completely open head center (Human Design) this is a very bad idea. The head center is a pressure center. This means that there is a sense that one should act on the thoughts they are having. But this center doesn’t have the means in and of itself to take any action. It just exerts pressure. Without being connected to an energy center that can take the thoughts and put them into action, the pressure just sits there saying, “DO SOMETHING”. An open head center is like a radio station that never tunes to one channel for very long. The channels constantly change; a constant flow of random thoughts and ideas. So, I have never-ending mind chatter as a rule and the key is to ignore it.

Unfortunately, I didn’t ignore it and it made some unnecessary waves in my life. Thankfully, the waves settled on their own. I could’ve done without the drama, though. Bleh!

On top of all the above, I had some crazy physical symptoms that came out of the blue all at once and with an intensity that had me worried I would have to go to the ER. I know for a fact that my monkey mind created some of it, but at the time I didn’t see the connection.

The physical issues that arose were numerous. The most concerning were the heart palpitations. I’ve had experience with them in the past but never like this. To give you an idea of how frequent they occurred, in a 30 minute window I noted 6 incidences and this was while I was fairly calm, standing at my desk doing work. In comparison, my past experiences would be one or two as I settled down to sleep. The palpitations never came with any other symptoms – no chest pain, no breathing difficulty, no light-headedness – so I just monitored them and changed my intake of caffeine to see if it would help. Two days after cutting all caffeine, the palpitations decreased significantly. Now, at day five they are all but gone. Yay!

One night, however, I was awakened by a bad dream and a pounding heart that wouldn’t settle after waking. In the dream I had taken a young boy hostage and was torturing him (eeek!). I decided to let him go because I didn’t want to kill him. When I did, I immediately regretted my decision and became frantic as I attempted to clean up all traces of me from the crime scene. However, I knew I didn’t have enough time and began to freak out in the dream. When I woke my heart rate was around 100BPM and it took about a half hour for it to settle down.

As a result of the heart palpitations I was constantly staving off panic attacks. Ugh! I became a super-hermit as a result. lol

I had also been feeling more tired in the evenings. It was the tired like I took a sleeping pill when I didn’t. The fatigue would hit me around 8pm, so it didn’t impact my day. Then I would sleep really, really deeply.

I’ve also been extremely angry to the point that I struggle to hold it back. I had a wall of emotion break through and behind it was the anger. Loads and loads – a lifetime of anger.

I’ve also had really itchy arms and eczema. Ugh! So annoying! Thankfully, this is also subsiding now.

In order to ease the physical and mental symptoms, I began to meditate more, take afternoon naps and just increase overall self-care. I even did some Reiki self-healing, which I rarely do.

Thankfully, all of the above has settled. My mind is quieter and I feel calmer in general, the fatigue in the evenings has vanished, my heart palpitations are nearly non-existent and my eczema is clearing. My sleep is back to normal, also, with more frequent waking and better dream recall. The anger is still present, but no longer threatening to overflow. I now need to find a way to release it without negatively impacting those around me.

Dreams

Two distinct dreams from early this morning.

Fairies

In the first one, I was visiting a cavern with my Mom, her husband and my brother. My brother was young, maybe 10 years old. I arrived early when something caught my eye. It was some kind of machine and there were these small, white, fluffy creatures flying around it that resembled a dandelion capitulum. They appeared to be alive, like fairies or butterflies. I tried to take photos and video and my phone froze after a few pics. So, I watched the little fairies, fascinated. They soon transformed into these flat, round, blobs that stuck to the side of the tower. Each had circular nodules poking out of the tops. I was fascinated by them so when Mom arrived I showed her and she said my sister had played that game. I guess it was a half real/half simulated video game of some kind? 

Then Mom and I left and I asked about waiting for her husband and my brother. She said he would call and meet up with us later. We were walking outside in a parking lot but then shifted to inside a space. There, she was going through pots and pans and I had memory of  my sister asking me, through tears, if I had a pasta pot she could have because she lost hers. I mentioned it to Mom and then had memory of a pot and pan I had given Mom a long time ago. It was from early in my marriage. 

Then, we were sitting next to each other talking, but when I turned to look at my mom, she wasn’t there, a blonde man was. He was showing me some wounds on his arms and I saw a circular spot of blood on his blue jeans. I asked, “Did I do that to you?” He laughed and said I hadn’t. Then, without warning, I felt an energy from him that was very attractive and full of love. It washed over me and I leaned toward him as he leaned towards me. We were about to embrace when the energy woke me up. It swirled around my entire body for a bit before I returned to sleep.

Beauty Knows Beauty

This dream began with a story and visual of a young woman. She had been in an accident that had ripped half of her scalp off. After surgery she was almost completely bald. I was told and saw how she had to use makeup and to fill in the bald spots. The hair she had was mostly stubble. I watched as she meticulously filled in bald spots in the front with makeup. I remember thinking she actually looked good and thinking others would get use to her looking that way.

Then I was in a salon. I believe I was both an observer and the participant because I shifted perspectives quite often. The bald girl was me and I was there to get a wig fitted. Then I was standing next to the stylist showing her how long to make the extensions for a black woman (also me). The extensions were extremely long and needed to be trimmed.  

When the black woman’s hair was done she looked beautiful with her new extensions. However, her hair shifted from black to pure white as did her fake eyelashes. As I saw this, the stylist came up to me and put fake eyelashes on me. I laughed because I don’t wear them usually. One wouldn’t stick and I tried to put it back, holding it in my hands for a second to look at it. One second it was black and the next it was white. I never got to see my reflection but was staring at the black woman who now had white hair and lashes.

The stylist, also black, and the other black woman sat and chatted with me like we were good friends. They asked me if I was married and I confirmed I was. They asked how long and I said, “Since 1997, but I’m on my second marriage.” They asked how it was going and I said, “Okay, but as soon as someone better comes along I’m leaving.” We all laughed in unison. One woman was about to ask another question but I interrupted and said, “Do you mind me asking you both something? Why is it that men don’t know how to pleasure a woman?” They laughed in understanding. The answer I got was a sense that the other women knew it as an accepted fact. It also felt like part of the answer was that women were far superior to men when it came to intimacy and connection. Though we know this we don’t boast about it or try to make less of the men. It is a lesson in patience, understanding and acceptance. 

Then, the woman who had white hair was the focus. Her hair was black again and she was upset. I remember reassuring her that she was beautiful. She said, “How do you know? You’re not God.” I replied, “The beauty in me sees the beauty in you.” I wiped the tears from her cheeks as she smiled in gratitude.

Interpretations

My sense of the first dream is that I was being taken in my subconscious (caverns). The “fairies” represent those things which are curious and magical. They shed light on the “games” I enjoy in waking reality. The ending is a reminder of the love available to me.

The second dream feels to be a reflection on inner versus outer beauty. I saw beauty in both women who I also became through the course of the dream. The bald woman and the black woman were both version of myself who I found beautiful in their own distinct ways. The message I gave the woman at the end was also a message to myself. A reminder of what true beauty is.

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Lucid K Dream: Teach Me?

I’m still considering a return to Costa Rica. Yesterday, I spoke with my SIL about it and she is happy to host me for as long as I need. She also has more cabanas available to choose from. One is located right on the beach! When I imagined returning to Costa Rica, I saw myself in a cabana on the beach, so I must have manifested it. 🙂 Her horse ranch is just across the road from the cabana, so I would still be close to her and the horses.

I still haven’t bought a ticket and made my trip official. I have some things to sort out first. If I do go, it looks like it will be around the first week in June.

Last night I was blessed with lucidity again. 🙂

Lucid K Dream: Teach Me?

I was at a school inside a brightly lit classroom. I wasn’t a teacher but seemed to be observing what was going on. It was either between classes or before or after school because there weren’t many students present and there was no formal teaching happening. Instead, the few inside were cleaning up and chatting. 

Exiting the classroom, I stood outside looking at student artwork on the walls. A particular piece caught my eye. It was just stick people and lines; very rudimentary. Yet, as I looked at it, a dot began to travel on its own around the paper. Curious, I looked closer, not believing my eyes. I inspected the piece, checking for abnormalities, but couldn’t find any.

A teacher passing by saw my interest. I told him it moved. He showed me how groves had been made in the cardboard backing to make it seem like it was moving on its own. He also laughed and said it was a particular student who liked playing pranks on people. This was just one example of how the student fooled around.

Still, though, I was suspicious. I thought for sure the school was haunted. 

I went home and climbed into my bed, pulling my covers securely around me. This is where I began to gain lucidity in the dream. Secure in my comfy bed, my thoughts were on the artwork, the boy and what I had just encountered at the school. 

To my surprise, I felt an hand softly touch me on the back and then an entire arm tucked itself under me. Someone was attempting to spoon with me. In that moment I knew: 1. I was in my bedroom, in my bed and 2. no one was in the bed with me, and 3. I must be dreaming. 

Not afraid at all, I turned to see who it was that had climbed into bed with me, thinking, “I want to know who’s there”. I was aware that my usual response to such things it to just lay still and see what, if anything happens. I didn’t want to do the “same ol’ thing”. To my surprise, a very bright-faced, white-blonde haired, young man sat up as I turned to confront him. He had a big smile on his face and his eyes were twinkling. I didn’t recognize him but figured he must be the student whose artwork had caught my attention earlier.

He communicated with me but all I recall are pictures and understanding. A visual of three images, side-by-side, came to my mind. It was somewhat similar to a slot machine in the way it was presented. I can’t recall the pictures but one represented the connecting/communicating via the internet and another was physical connection/communication. I can’t remember the third at all. Maybe spiritual communication? I was to select one. I picked the one on the far right. 

It was also communicated that this young man wanted me to teach him the ropes of sexual communication. Since he appeared far too young, which felt inappropriate, I asked him, “Make yourself 18 or older.” lol I can’t remember if he did or not. He then prepared himself, leaning down, his face aimed at my crotch. I laughed and told him, “Not like that.” He asked, “No?” as if he thought sex was done via the mouth. I pointed to his crotch, still amused. 

I then showed him how it was done and climbed onto his lap. All I recall from that point on is my chakras lighting up one after the other. When my third chakra lit up I felt the familiar energy of returning to my physical body. The energy lingered in my third chakra for some time after. 

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Progress and K Dream

I’ve been struggling with monkey-mind more than usual this past two weeks. I got fed up with it and finally prayed for assistance.

Assistance was provided, though I wasn’t consciously aware of the change until the end of the day, Monday.

Since then, mind chatter has been low to non-existent. I actually caught myself ignoring thoughts that passed through rather than focusing on them. The results were magnificent; however, I caught myself “bored” on more than one occasion. It is odd to have no thought and I find it “boring”. When my mind chatter is turned on there is so much to be “entertained” by that it makes life a bit more interesting. The problem is that the kind of things I think of are usually not positive. I typically focus on problems, on things that irritate and annoy me or on random memories and events that have no point except to pull me out of the present moment. 

I realized I give my thoughts so much energy to remind myself of things that need to be done. If I am not thinking of that to-do list for the day/week/month, then I worry I will forget and end up with future problems. For example, if I don’t remember to pick up my child from that after school practice or don’t pay a bill. But if I look at most of the items on this never-ending to-do list, there are few that really are so important that I need to constantly remind myself of them. Thinking of things that need to be done typically leaves me feeling anxious or unsettled. So, it would be better, I think, to just let them go along with all the other pointless information floating around in my head. 

As someone with a completely open head center in HD, there is a “pressure to think about things that don’t matter,”. An open head is a constant in-flow of pointless chatter. My youngest son, who has an undefined head center, easily gets pulled into this chatter, also. He has mentioned struggling to keep his mind quiet. He often goes off into daydreams or loses touch with present time conversations because of it. When he was really little, he would blurt out random comments out of the blue. He still does this every now and then. I suspect as he gets older he will withhold the random, off-subject comments but he will still think them. This happens as people repeatedly reject him for this quirky habit. I know, I learned to keep quiet for the same reason. I was always blurting out random things as a child. I still sometimes do. lol

Every one in my family – me, my husband and three children – have open/undefined head centers. All of us are going around thinking about things that don’t matter and blurting out off-topic stuff at random. It can be quite entertaining, until it’s not. lol

Surprise K Dream

With my success in containing my monkey-mind, at least for the time being, I was blessed with another K Dream. 🙂

In the dream, my husband took me and the kids to a friend’s house. We were at their house in their garage and my husband let the boys play with her boys. I remember the purpose of the visit was to plan some event. 

Then they (my husband, his friend and others) all were wearing bright red capes with hoods. It reminded me of a cult. The capes had a gold emblem on the front. When they all had their hoods up it was creepy. They were gathering for some kind of ceremony. This creeped me out and I demanded the children leave with me. I got them to meet me at a truck and we drove off.

Then I was inside a space with a male energy who I considered my “husband”. Someone was talking to me. IDK if it was this “husband” or someone else. I remember seeing a line of naked men facing me while standing along a black wall, hand-in-hand. There was no way to get through them and they didn’t move. The man whose voice I heard told me, “You should have more sex”. I disagreed, of course, and was not interested. I sat down with my back to the “husband” character in the dream as the voice made this statement. I was very resistant and the emotion I remember feeling the strongest was anger. It made me angry that this man would suggest I have more sex with my husband. My anger created an energetic “wall” around me.

The anger was still strong when my “husband” slowly pulled up behind me. I couldn’t see him but he was very obviously attempting to have sex with me. I could feel him pressed up against my back. Still angry and purposefully facing away from him, I didn’t physically resist his advances. I felt a surge of pleasure like a lightening bolt hit my root. I moved with it and it exploded upward becoming ever more pleasurable. It wasn’t an orgasm, though, just pure ecstasy.

The feeling woke me but did not stop. Instead, it spread upward into my heart where it settled and then moved back down. The energy kept circulating between root and heart this way for some time. It was pleasurable but not overwhelming.

The message to “have more sex” was odd. With who I wonder? The men lined up against the black wall? So odd! What is clear is that I have a lot of pent-up anger I’m carrying around. The anger didn’t feel bad in the dream, it felt almost good, like tension that has built-up over time.

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Lightning Strike

I had an unexpected Kundalini dream. What is crazy about it is that it coincided with a thunderstorm.

Prior to falling asleep it was so quiet it was unsettling. I turned on some white noise to help me fall asleep. It was “the quiet before the storm” – literally. 

Dream – Acceptance

This dream was very complex in that there were multiple layers to it. What I mean by this is that several dreams occurred simultaneously creating a layered effect. Typically I only experience two layers – one where I am in a discussion with a guide/assistant and another the visuals that accompany it creating the main dream experience. Because of the many layers, my recall is limited and so I will focus on the part I recall most vividly.

I am in my bedroom. A friend is visiting. He is not suppose to be there. I feel like a teenager who snuck my boyfriend in. We are kneeling side-by-side on the floor with our forearms resting on the bed. We are talking and laughing and generally very physically close. There is a great sense of comfort and ease I’ve rarely felt in this life. 

At one point he gets up and walks across the room. I realize quickly it is because my mom has called out to me and he is checking the door. I observe his appearance and notice he resembles someone I once dated. Yet he is most definitely not that person. The real face of my friend shifts into the face of my ex over and over as if to get my attention. I realize I don’t care what he looks like. What matters is his soul; his energy. The moment I have this realization is very prominent in the dream.

My friend takes me to the door and opens it. He invites me to go inside. When I approach the door, it changes into to a metal door, that opens into a vault. I step inside and find myself in a golden hued room. On the ground at my feet are hundreds of unopened letters from my friend.

Vaguely, I recall discussing a gift he once gave me. He asked me if I had forgotten about it. He turns towards a table. Sitting on top of it is a small box that looks like it might contain jewelry. He opens the box and dumps the contents into his hand. He extends his closed hand towards me and opens it. I see three small, sparkly hearts in the palm of his hand. They are chocolates coated in “diamond” sugar. His gift is priceless. I remember feeling pleased and grateful for the gift. I had forgotten about it.

There is physical interference at this point. The thunder from the storm briefly pulls me out of my dream but doesn’t wake me. I can sense the lightening flashing and feel the rumble of the thunder throughout the rest of the dream.

Then we are sitting close together, intertwined, our shoulders touching. We are facing one another. His chin is tucked up against my shoulder. I gently slide my finger up his spine from his shoulder blades to the nape of his neck. When I do this, I feel what he feels. He enjoys the sensation, as do I, but when he looks at me I feel a spark of desire. In that moment, I see a flash of lightning and am overcome with ecstasy. The feeling shoots through me and I melt, completely incapacitated by it. I remember thinking, “This will surely kill me.” I swear I hear a reply: “No.” I wake up. The lightning is still flashing and I hear thunder rumbling all around me.

I relish the lingering ecstasy. It has been so long! I say, “thank you”. 

I fall back into the in-between. The “dream” continues but feels present in physicality. I can feel my friend close, just like in the dream. Our foreheads are touching and he begins to whisper to me as his lips lightly brush mine. He says one word at a time. I only remember a few: slow, gentle, patient. With each word I am overcome with the same ecstasy as before, only it is centered in my core rather than rising up from my root. It spreads outward and I melt into it. 

I want to open fully to the energy but am distracted. It is so HUGE. I feel certain it will kill me. I hear that it most definitely will not. I am told what I am feeling is ME. 

Eventually, I ask to return to sleep because I can’t sleep. The energy is too distracting. Thankfully, my request is granted.

This song was on my mind throughout the night:

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Answer Received

The Lightning Strike played yesterday. I barely noticed it, but when I did, I remember thinking, “Hmmm, interesting.” 

I asked to be shown in my dreams how to resolve my current life issues.

Dreams

Lots and lots of dreams. The answer to my question was answered.

Avoidance

This dream is difficult to recall in full because it was one of the first of the night. What I remember most vividly is trying to avoid running into a certain man who seemed to be following me. The avoidance came in the form of hiding, sneaking around and even running. I was conversing with someone, probably a guide, throughout. Again, no memory of what was discussed, just a sense that it was about the situation playing out in the dream. 

I woke from the dream knowing instantly who it was I was running from and having vivid recall of what he looked like in the dream. 

Not My Dream

I was with a man in a white sedan. He was short, with light brown hair, deep seated smile lines and a eyes that had a sparkle to them. I liked him and trusted him. We were both in the front seat of a the car with the seats fully reclined. I was in the driver’s seat. The car wasn’t driving but flying very quickly. I could see the scenery blurring by, the colors mixing to create a spectacular visual that reminded me of time travel or interdimensional travel. 

I turned to the man and asked, “So this is how you do it?” “It” here meant going with the flow, letting life take the lead and letting go of control. He laughed and confirmed. I knew, at this point, I was dreaming but it wasn’t my dream, it was his. Perhaps this is why I didn’t become lucid? 

I pulled up and away, discarding the perspective from inside the car, and saw us both from above. We were laying down in the car. The car was driving itself across a vast blue that reminded me of an ocean, but it was some kind of bridge, or at least that is how I perceived it. I could see the colors swirling around our tiny bodies in the car.

Shifting my perspective back “down”, I experienced a strange sense of becoming very small. It was almost disorienting but it didn’t bother me. I asked the man, “Are we little now?” I don’t remember his response but I think he confirmed with a laugh.

Eventually we stopped moving, but the vivid colors still swirled around us. It was as if we were both inside a tube of some kind. The man was laying beside me, just like he had been in the car. A blue “blanket” of color rested over the top of us. The man began to shift his position from beside me to on top of me. I saw his face clearly in this moment but I didn’t recognize him as anyone I’d seen before. A rush of energy hit my heart and core. It was magnificent and I sighed with relief, fully ready for what would come next. Unfortunately, I woke up.

Another Life

I was a mother. The connection I had with my son was beyond beautiful. It was a familiar connection – a heart connection. The dream began with me seeing my son at around the age of 18. My heart overflowed with love. 

When I looked at him, I recalled my life with him. The memories came all at once, mostly intensely powerful feelings, feelings a mother should not have for her son. So, it is no surprise that I struggled internally, wanting to be more than a mother to him. Yet, the feeling was not sexual, but rather a deep desire to be as close to him as possible. The magnetic quality made it very difficult to resist hovering and I became extremely possessive of him and my time with him. It wasn’t a jealous possessiveness but more a protectiveness.

My son was in the process of saying goodbye. He was leaving home for college. The pain I felt is indescribable. It was like my heart was being ripped out. I didn’t want him to leave. Even as he looked at me with eyes full of love and understanding, my heart was hurting. There are no words to describe the pain. I wanted nothing more than for him to stay with me – forever. I knew he wouldn’t because what I wanted, what we both wanted, was not allowed. A mother and a son cannot be together like that. 

I began to cry and my son looked at me, his eyes full of compassion and love. He said, “You don’t have to cry.” I replied, “I don’t want you to leave.” The split feeling I experienced was excruciating. 

Message: Finish What You Started

I woke, tears in my eyes, my heart filled with a familiar pain mixed with a powerful love. I had complete understanding of what had just happened. What I was seeing was another life. I don’t think it was a past life, but a future one. What the me in that life had to go through was torture. The heart connection is beyond powerful. It was difficult enough for me to experience it in this life, but to spend 18 very close years as mother and son, and then the rest of my life, with a heart connection, wanting a relationship that could never be, THAT is beyond torture. OMG, how cruel!

I didn’t see beyond that point in time. My guess is the torture would lead me to killing myself. That is what happened in other lifetimes I’ve recalled with my heart connection. I couldn’t take it. It was just too much.

My son in that life was less conflicted than me. He understood that love like ours was special and he didn’t grieve like I did. He knew that no matter where we were, how far apart or how long we were separated, that our love would remain. Yet he still felt pain at our situation. Not only did he feel his pain, but mine, too.

To think that after this lifetime, which has been challenging enough, I have plans to further challenge myself in such a way, is beyond crazy. It definitely puts things in perspective. At least in this life I’m not plagued with guilt about incestual relations! lol

The feelings from the above dream remained for some time. It became clear that part of the message “turn around” has to do with revisiting the heart connection experience. The lessons related to that connection from this lifetime will impact the next. I can’t escape it. 

To return to that lesson, to open up my heart and feel the total decimation again, well that would take tons of courage. I’m not sure I have that kind of courage. Yet, if I am able to overcome and move through the pain, what lies beyond feels magnificent. I think, though, it means making some difficult choices. 

Can I go with the flow like in the second dream? Or will I keep running, avoiding the pain like in the first dream? One thing is clear, when I woke this morning I was relieved. Relieved because, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel numb inside. Feeling my heart blast open, even though muted, made me feel alive. I would rather feel alive, even if it is riddled with pain, than dead. I am tired of feeling dead.Â