I’ve been trying a technique to gain lucidity in my dreams. So far I’ve not had much luck with it. Before bed I look at my hands and state, “Tonight I’ll see my hands and realize I’m dreaming”. I’m suppose to spend 2-5 minutes doing this. This is night four. Before bed I didn’t even look at my hands, I just imagined them as I repeated the statement. Then, if I woke at any time, I repeated the statement a few times before returning to sleep.
Anyway, on to my dreams. I recalled four.
Infected Sore
I had a sore (negative influences) on my shoulder (strength, responsibility) that a young man saw and decided to help me with. Tons of puss came out. The image of it was like a pimple with a crusty scab that was inflamed. Then I watched as a girl with very long, blonde hair was showing me how she dried it (something being suppressed). She would take portions of it and wrap it with paper towels (assistance). Other portions of the dream involved a cleanup (healing) of branches and debris.
Shared House
I was with my Mom and others sharing a 1500sq ft mobile home. I mentioned to the others how we all should take it as an accomplishment that we were able to make good use of the small space. The house was on a large, rural property I recognized and had been to before. It had many small buildings and large green pastures. My mom was cleaning dishes and very tired. I suggested she have everyone staying contribute by assigning chores based upon length of time they had been there. Then I suggested the people who just arrived get the less popular chores than those that had been there longer. She agreed.
Hands
This dream was inside the shared house. Lots of blurry memory of going through the house and running into people. The place seemed quite crowded like a gathering was taking place. There was a whole incident where a creepy man was coming onto me while I pretended to sleep. I got away from him as soon as I could. Then, I was approached by a couple. The man asked me about my hands. He was telling me he had a condition but couldn’t recall the name of it. It made his hands numb with pins and needles at times. I held up my hands in front of me and could see the tips were white. At the same time I could feel they were numb and tingly. I said, “Oh, you mean Raynaud’s Syndrome? Yeah, I have it, too.” I shook my hands to get rid of the numbness and tingling and then woke as I realized I had seen my hands in my dream. My hands were partially numb and tingling when I woke.
I was disappointed when I woke because I have seen my hands several times but this one was actually brought to my attention in the dream and I still did not realize I was dreaming. But at least the technique seems to be working.
Heart Failure
This was mostly a discussion with imagery. My aunt was dying and the family was gathered to hear about the most recent tests. The doctor was telling us the tests indicated her heart was failing. The images I recall were of loaves of bread (symbol of life), though. Then, as I woke and was telling someone about my aunt’s prognosis, I heard someone say, “You’re in danger”.
This particular dream might have some precognitive qualities to it. My aunt has been going through chemo for breast cancer and is in her late 70’s. I don’t know how she has been but last I heard she was well.
The dream could also be about me as the message at the end was addressed to me.
This is the second living family member to be in my dreams in the last week. The other one was my great aunt.
Sleep Cycle
I wasn’t wearing my Apple watch all night so the amount of time asleep is off. Lots of deep sleep and REM. I recalled four dreams and it shows four cycles of REM. The big chunk of time awake occurred because I had just seen my hands and recognized my technique impacted my dreams. Then I couldn’t go back to sleep. lol
I woke early at around 6am, feeling well rested and alert. I decided to do some energy work but must have fallen asleep during the process. The last thing I recall is speaking with a guide and asking, “Why am I still here?”
Lucid Dream: Line Dance
There was a whole regular dream before I became lucid involving me wearing a yellow bikini which I had slept in from the previous day. lol I then went into my mom’s kitchen to find a mess in the sink that included lots of utensils. I began washing the dishes. There were strange utensils that looked like potato mashers but they had these large, circular coils on top. In questioning what was prepared with them, I concluded that my mom had awakened very, very early in the morning and had prepared a breakfast of crepes. She then went outside and began planting seeds for a garden in her flowerbeds. I saw her entire morning from above, as if spying on her.
Somehow I ended up in a darkened space sitting at a strange table that was less than a table’s normal height. All around me were people whose features were hard to see because of the dim lighting. We all sat on cushions at the table and the people spoke a foreign language I could understand despite it sounding like gibberish. I remember talking, asking questions but I’m not sure what I asked now. The closer I looked at the people, the more lucid I became, until I realized I was dreaming.
At some point I was climbing over the table and across to stand over the group. I knew I was among people from India and also that we were at some kind of celebration. There was a book on the table and I had been looking through it. The words were in English and I could focus on the pages and read it without issue. The content is lost to me now because my attention shifted to what everyone was wearing. They had on red vests with gold embroidery and decoration. It was very elaborate and both males and females wore the same style. I ended up asking, “What’s with the costumes?” A man pointed at me and I looked down, noticing I, too, was wearing a gold embroidered red vest.
By this point everyone was standing up and positioned in rows. There were more people than I could count. Rows upon rows all moving in sync, as if flowing with music, but no music could be heard. Somehow I knew they were dancing a line dance and I laughed as I faced them all, watching them move their arms in sweeping motions across the fronts of their bodies. The man indicated that they were imitating me, I was leading the dance, so I jumped a bit and so did they. I laughed out loud, giddy at the energy of the group and my ability to affect their movements. Still facing them, I moved and they moved and I had a suspicion that this “dance” was symbolic of something and had memory of very early dreams that involved Hindu ceremonies. The Kundalini came to mind briefly and my lucidity peaked quickly because of it.
OBE: Open Book
I shifted back into my body. My heart was pounding and I knew the reason I rarely go OOB these days is because of the strain on my physical body. This had been explained to me in the past but only recently had it become obvious that my physical heart did not like it.
Rather than get up out of my body when I exited, I lay in bed and just intended to shift out. When I shifted, I returned to the darkened room where I had been but all the people were gone. I could feel my bed around me and just rested there feeling into the amazing energy and in awe of how real it all felt. I pulled my hands through my hair, feeling my head and the hardness of my skull. I massaged my head for a while. The more I did this, the more physically real everything felt. It was probably the most solid I’ve felt OOB in a long time!
Eventually I opted to get up OOB and felt the subtle shift. I stood again on the tables of the room. A young man was speaking and a book opened up before me. As the man spoke, words appeared on the brilliant white pages. I read headings that indicated he was a teacher. One passage said, “I can be 19 if you want.” Curious, I looked closer and saw the rest – “I’m 15 but….” Putting it altogether I laughed and said the entire sentence aloud. I then asked the man, “Can you be 35?”
The book indicated that he worked with “children” and I saw the number 9. I skimmed through several pages, seeming to look for something.
Despite knowing that focusing too much on reading could pull me back to my body, I took the risk. It was too obvious that I was meant to read what was in the book. When I focused, the words on the book jumped around as is usual when I read something in astral, but I was able to read a substantial portion of the book. Of course, it is all lost to me now. I find it interesting how my human mind just cannot digest what I read while in astral. It is total gibberish in my memory except for those things I read that I repeat aloud.
The memory of what I read is limited but it seems like the young man was a guide/teacher and he wished to introduce himself to me. The feeling I got was that he enjoyed working with “children” of all ages and was willing to help me in whatever way he could. There was a sense that he was specifically interested in the work I’ve been doing on myself – pranayama, microcosmic orbit. Sadly, I don’t remember much of it now as the focusing on the book did what I thought and I eventually was pulled back into my body.
When I re-entered I did not feel my heart pounding. The re-entry was smooth and the energy of my astral body felt like a huge ball of consciousness that poured seamlessly back into my physical body.
Interpretation
The lucid dream appears to be pointing me in the direction of the Kundalini again. The Hindu/Indian feel of it, the “costume”, the ceremonial feel, and the “dance”. Overall, the dream felt very positive, like I was being encouraged to continue my exploration of the energy.
The OBE could be an answer as well, pointing to my children. Though the man could very well be one of my guides, it feels more like he was relaying to me that I am a guide to my children, teaching them and assisting them as they grow into adulthood.
When I woke there was a song going through my head but I don’t remember it now. It confirmed, though, that my lucid dream and OBE were meant to encourage me.
Prior to bed last night I felt a presence in front of me. When I acknowledged “him” I heard, “Are you ready?” I replied, “Yes.” The presence faded a bit and then was hardly noticeable.
Lucid Dream: Woman in Black
The dream began inside a small cabin with only one room (similar to a recent OBE). The room had a bathroom/changing room and a couple of small windows draped with tulle-like, colored fabric and there was fabric in other areas as well, all pastel colors. There was an older lady in the room with me talking about performing a musical involving singing and dancing. I remember commenting that it was not difficult and demonstrated a few dance moves that resembled ballet.
Eventually, I excused myself to the bathroom and while inside relieved myself in such a way as it brought on full lucidity in my dream. This is when it was obvious to me that I was accompanied by someone, a voice without form or gender.
When I exited the bathroom I seemed to be seeking something or someone. The voice came with me, always a bit behind or to the side and just out of view.
Instead of finding myself inside the cabin (success on one’s own), I was standing on a porch (new opportunity) looking upon a mountain scene filled with tall pine trees. Ahead of me was a rocky, overgrown road. As I stepped off the porch (which I never saw but just assumed was there), I knew it was raining and mentally said, “I will feel the rain.” Sure enough, I could feel the cool rain (emotion) as it hit my skin and felt it running down my arms and legs. Beneath my feet I felt the cool, round stones (obstacles) of the road. Feeling it all so acutely and seeing everything so clearly, I became delighted and ran along the road down the hill. I told my companion, “The rocks don’t hurt my feet.”
For some reason I believed myself to have entered the past and was curious about what I would find ahead of me. There was a sense of direction, like I knew where I was and where I was going. For example, I knew ahead of me, at the bottom of the hill, I would find a much bigger road, and I did. The road was much smaller than I recalled, though, and this is when I realized I was floating just above the tree line. Looking down at the road, hidden by the trees, I flew down to its edge and thought at first it was paved but soon recognized the dirt was just well packed from all the traffic. The road was very narrow, as if for foot traffic and carts.
I heard the familiar noise of a car engine and soon saw a small, rounded vehicle coming towards me. I hid behind the trees and watched in surprise as it parked. I thought, “How are there cars here in the past?” I stayed hidden as I watched a large man exit the tiny car. I worried he would see me, and he did, but he only glanced at me and then went on his way. I saw other cars parked nearby and eventually my curiosity pulled me out of hiding.
What I saw next reminded me of a small, seaside village. There were rows of tiny, identical, brightly colored houses lining the beaches and a small harbor. I wondered why the houses were such bright colors and was told that was all that was available. I accepted this answer. The scene was so vivid and colorful that I stopped briefly to take it all in. Eventually, I felt pulled to keep looking for whatever I was looking for, and so moved on.
There was a shift and I entered a warehouse (stored energy/hidden resources). It was quite open and clean with light gray floor, walls and ceiling. There was a woman holding a very tall, black, metal object that resembled a square post. She was inserting it into this machine, holding it steady as she fed it vertically down into it. Watching her, it soon became clear that she was inserting a massive key into a kind of lock. The metal object had various cutouts on it that the lock adjusted to and I heard the lock click as it unlocked.
From this point, I went deeper into the warehouse, still looking. In another room I encountered a group of workers, all men. Their supervisor whispered to them to stop working and keep an eye on me. He said something like, “Watch that woman…” What he said indicated that he wanted to make sure I was safe, worried that I may get hurt by the machinery.
I went into another room. A man was sitting in his station where he was operating some other kind of machine. The room was very long and composed of many isles similar to a bowling ally.
Recognizing what I was seeking was not there, I turned and left.
When I exited, the scene shifted and I was again outside in the middle of a town with hard, packed dirt roads lined with modern buildings. In front of me was a very nice building with tall, glass entry doors and arched pillars. Its color was a very light tan and its texture was smooth and without seams. There was a sign out front with big, black letters that read: CORE. The letter C was a crescent moon (feminine energy).
For some reason, I didn’t recognize the word as CORE but instead as a church. I knew this was the place I was looking for and immediately started to run towards it at a full sprint. I don’t know why.
This is when the invisible presence next to me became visible. A woman wearing a black, Victorian style, full-length, lace gown, sprinted in front of me and went through the glass doors before I could get to them. She was completely black from head to toe! A black cat trailed behind her.
Shocked, I ran faster, trying to catch up.
When I burst through the double glass doors the woman was standing there facing me. She was waiting for me, her cat sitting at her feet. I remember Knowing she was there for me, and she was who I had been seeking, but before I could speak to her she vanished into thin air, leaving her cat behind. I remember saying, “Of course!” with a Knowing that she would do just that.
I stood there for a bit, shocked at what had just happened and communicating with the voice. There was encouragement. I was being asked to stay. My response was that it was all too much. I felt overwhelmed but also confused. The whole lucid experience to that point and the many signs and symbols began to pull me away from the scene. I felt my energy returning to my body slowly, flowing like water. The sensation was familiar and calming.
Understanding
When I woke I recognized the lock and key as symbolic of a door being opened and the woman as being my shadow aspect, a part of me yet unknown and perhaps holding secrets that were to be revealed. The cat at her feet and the crescent moon are both symbolic of the feminine. The word CORE is another clue: core wound, core Self, core of the problem.
As I lingered in bed, trying to stay awake so that I could recall the entirety of the experience, I inevitably entered the in-between where I had another dream that I can’t recall now. There were visions intermixed with discussions, also.
In one vision I saw a snake very clearly. It was moving, slithering, and then it vanished as I exited the vision. I recognized its significance as I recalled a physical snake encounter I had just two days ago on my morning walk. Snake = Kundalini = transformation.
I recalled a conversation with my guidance, from when I’m not sure, but I know it happened. In it, I was reminded of the year 2015. That spring I made some major gains. The Kundalini was burning through blocks and I felt the best I have in this life. I was certain, filled with Knowing and calm. My days were filled with unexpected surges of joy. Joy for just Being. A child-like joy that would rush through me and make me want to giggle and hug and kiss whoever was closest to me.
That year I met a twin flame/heart connection that further catalyzed the energy and the Kundalini was volcanic and explosive, filling my ears with a roaring sound and paralyzing me with ecstasy.
In this conversation I was asked to compare what I am experiencing now to then. The surges of joy have returned, that is for certain. I just overflow with joy, love and gratitude. My mind is calm and quiet. I feel content with just Being. The Kundalini is much quieter than it was back then, though. The energy is much more calm and blissful but there is still a hint of an untamed desire that ebbs and flows underneath it all. When I feel that desire, I initially want it to grow, but then disengage completely.
I am again asked why I resist. I say, “I’m not”. I hear back, “You ARE.” lol And I eventually agree: I am. The reason being that anything that feels that good has to be bad. In this physical, dualistic reality, something that good screams, “Caution. Turn back.”
And so a conversation I’ve had more times than I can count begins, again, but I will leave it at that. It is clear, though, that the woman in black is me and she is beckoning me to follow her and face her full-on. Maybe her disappearing is symbolic of an untruth? Perhaps she was trying to tell me there is nothing about myself that is ever truly hidden? Those things which feel BIG and scary are neither.
A song is going through my head the entire time: “My head and my heart…..” The conversation shifts to questions regarding following my heart and silencing my mind. What if I followed my heart? What if I followed that feeling? Why not? My head is what tells me what I feel is “bad”. My head is what tells me what I feel is “illogical”. And the more I think about what I feel, the more justified I am in ignoring it. When angels tell me “run” and monsters call it “love”.
Had a surprising OBE last night that was quite long.
Lucid to OBE
The dream started in my grandparent’s underground house. I was watching my SIL and husband play a game. It was quite dark and so I assumed it was night. I remember looking around the kitchen and recognizing evidence of my uncle living there (which he does now that they have passed). There was some odd things that I questioned like a fountain on the table and a faucet on the kitchen sink that I couldn’t operate very well.
When I turned back toward the living room I saw my SIL and asked her about the game she was playing. I remember she and my husband had been handling blue objects and moving them very fast in their hands. It was a mathematical concentration game. This triggered my lucidity and I thought, “This is a dream.” I felt myself shift as my awareness went to my body temporarily.
Without hesitating, I immediately took control of the dream and headed toward the front entry to go outside. When I exited the house, I flew up into the air and felt pulled upward at great speed. With this I began to sing at the top of my lungs and through my singing controlled the experience and maintained a high vibration. I didn’t want to go up too high so stopped myself and looked down in awe at what was around me. I could see stars everywhere but also the Earth below.
I lowered myself down and flew among some buildings that suddenly appeared in the field in front of the house. I watched them morph and change with my thoughts and got much pleasure in this.
Then I was standing in front of two young girls. I had a small, sharp instrument in my hands that looked like a letter opener. I can’t recall what I was singing but I know it created the scene. I wondered what it would be like to cut the throat of one of the girls. One came up to me and said, “Go ahead. Try it.” So I slit her throat and the sensation of it was like slicing through butter but with a bit more resistance. She didn’t bleed but her throat was cut, the flesh hanging from her neck and colored red inside. She laughed and complimented me. I said it felt different than I thought and asked to try again. The other girl came up and I went behind her like in the movies and slit her throat as well. Again, it was an interesting sensation and much easier than I thought it would be.
The two girls stood there, throats cut and smiling, seeming very real, talking and completely fine. I motioned to the overweight one and said I wanted to see her insides. She lay down and I cut her like a doctor would, straight from her sternum to her belly button. I saw inside and she put her hand on her beating heart, suggesting I should take it out. I thought about it, reached toward it and then changed my mind. I was not interested in doing that and lost all interest in playing “doctor” after that. I’m not sure why I changed my mind, but seeing her heart like that seemed to trigger disinterest.
I lifted up into the sky and felt myself pulled upward so fast that I ended up in space again surrounded by stars. This time I lingered amidst the stars and began to sing words inviting specific people to meet me there. I noticed metal high wires stretched above and below me forming a kind of safety “cage” that I entered from above. I was most definitely talking/singing to someone I felt was with me as I received answers to my requests. No, neither person was present nor could they be called to join me at that time.
There is faint memory of others around me. I want to say they were female and dressed in pastel ballerina attire reminding me of fairies bouncing around me. Whoever they were, they felt to be there to support me but always stayed just out of my direct line of sight. Magical, mystical Beings of love and Light.
Since my requests were not granted, I finally asked if I could at least be given someone to assist me in igniting the Kundalini energy. A man appeared in front of me. He was unfamiliar but I felt comfortable with him/his energy. He was young, maybe mid-thirties, with dark hair and medium skin tone. He was smiling but said nothing.
When I saw him my root chakra lit up and began to swirl with energy. I could feel it about to surge upward but before it could, I shifted back into my body where a nice energy was swirling throughout my body.
I lingered in the energy for a while, shifting in and out of the in-between while a guide spoke to me in images and words. I saw a paper with words printed on it. A section was circled in red ink that said, “Tell me what you would like to know.” Pleased to have the opportunity to request information and knowing the state I was in was ideal for accurate reception of the info, I asked some questions and received answers. Some were not the answers I wanted, such as, “You will see”, but some were immediate and clear.
Of course now I wish I had asked different questions, but there isn’t much I can do about that now. lol
There was a strong vibration that remained with me for some time after waking that was hard to resist. It pulled me back into the in-between time and time again. Much is lost to me now and I am not going to try and recover the info I received because I Know it already even if I cannot access it or put it into words at this present time.
Interpretation
The first part of the experience – the dream part – seems to have been me witnessing the “game” being played by some of my family. It is the mental and logical manipulation of the physical realms. This feels very true to me in the sense that my family is very much caught up in the illusion and enjoys playing the game. I tend to stand back and observe them.
The cutting throats part is very odd to me. Why did I create such a scenario? What was the purpose? It felt like I was just curious. Symbolically it could mean that I am removing obstacles that are keeping me from communicating. The dream characters are allowing me to express myself, my frustrations perhaps, and the end result is I am intrigued by how it felt and how easy it was – like cutting through butter.
The cutting the person as if performing exploratory surgery is also strange. Initially I remember being curious about how much fat would be visible from the inside (she was slightly overweight). For some reason seeing her heart made me stop. Perhaps the girls represented me and I was seeking insight into something about myself?
The rest of the dream appears to have just been me seeking the K energy. The wires feel to be some kind of protection. The fairies are likely symbolic of my inner child and a feeling of magic and creativity.
Prior to bed last night I had third-eye and heart chakra activity, though very subtle. With it came a visit from a guide along with a feeling/message that I am in the midst of a “shift” that will take approximately 2-3 days. I’m not even sure what this means or why I suddenly knew it but it is what it is.
I did a little meditation that included the Breath of Fire which I did for about a minute or so and then fell asleep quite quickly after that.
Lucid to OBE: Visit to an Astral World
I had a full night of dreams, the first of which was one about my ex-BIL which was very strange being I haven’t seen or heard from him since before 2011. I am not going to recount that dream at this time, though. Instead I want to go into a very interesting OBE I had early this morning.
After waking at 5am I fell back to sleep and entered into a dream where I was sitting inside an elementary classroom with a teacher and her students. I was waiting for another class to come in so I could go over to the next classroom. They were delayed so I sat down and waited. The entire time I was very sleepy and dozed on and off. I recall having a pillow and nice, warm blanket wrapped around me.
At some point I went to the other classroom and peeked in the window of the closed door. There was a class underway and they were watching a movie. I knew it was history class and didn’t want to interrupt. As I stood by the door a past coworker said something to me from their classroom. I recognized him and his joke and laughed before walking into the classroom.
I sat down to watch the movie with the class and promptly fell asleep. I was embarrassed to be so tired and sleeping on the job but at the same time I didn’t care. I remember no one else cared either. There is memory here of a teacher being pregnant and getting sick as well as a discussion about the previous teacher who had made the joke. I remember telling someone I thought he was interested in me when we worked together so many years ago.
Through all of this I kept trying to wake up and would for a bit and then fall back to sleep. Someone was asking me to try and stay awake. Eventually I listened and got up. I ended up following some kind of trail of string through the door outside into the night.
This is when I became suddenly very lucid. I looked up at the night sky and knew I was OOB. Everything was very real and my vision crystal clear. The sky was magnificent! I could see all the galaxies swirling and the sight of it took my breath away.
At this point I decided to try and fly. I couldn’t at first. It felt like I was pulled down and my leaps into the air brought me back down quickly. However, I convinced myself I could fly and was in the air very quickly after that. I flew up and over the trees leaving the building I was at behind without looking back. There was someone accompanying me the entire time I flew but I couldn’t see them. They spoke to me, guiding and teaching me throughout the experience to come. I am not sure if the guide was male or female.
As I glided along through the star-filled sky I began to feel a slight nudging upward toward the stars. I recognized that my guide was asking me to “surrender” to the experience. There was something he/she wanted to show me. Without a second thought I let go and felt my body accelerate up toward the stars and away from the Earth. I remember saying to my guide, “Take me out into space. It’s okay. I have done it before.”
I lost my astral sight at this point and my astral body seemed to expand or maybe I just ceased to exist in form because I was lost to myself briefly while the transition took place. In the blackness I was totally at ease and began to laugh gleefully. There was also the sensation of spinning and flipping so fast that eventually I felt to be not moving at all.
My vision came on suddenly and I found myself high over planet Earth looking down on what appeared to be never-ending forests of green. We (my guide and I) were soaring like birds over the most beautiful Earth I had ever seen. There seemed to be no humans anywhere! We flew at such great speed that I saw the Earth’s curvature as we moved over her. We seemed to be at the juncture between Earth and space, right on the edge of the atmosphere.
Fully expecting to shift upward and out into space I was surprised when my guide motioned for me to look down. When I looked down a visual appeared in front of my eyes. It was like a time ticker and it said very clearly, “250,000”. I said to my guide, “This is 250,000 years ago!” Then he/she indicated I should continue to focus on the trees. As I did a small, white rectangle appeared in the thick forest below me. It was as if someone took a map and placed it on top of the green. It said, “ISRAEL” on it but as I read it I also heard and saw, “PALESTINE”.
Not really understanding what it meant I had no time to consider my question because I was taken swiftly down. The trees thinned and before I knew it I was hovering in front of a building made of packed sand and mud.
We hovered in front of the building which looked somewhat like what one would think the old temples of ancient times might look like. It was very tall and made with precision. I remember saying to my guide, “Is it a ship?” He/she told me, “This was before ships were made.” I remember thinking, “Of course! They are miles from water.” Yet now as I think of it I believe “ship” may have been in reference to something else.
Somehow I knew the type of building it was and even gave it a name. Now I cannot recall the name but it was a gathering place, sort of like a community center but also a place where “government” meetings were held.
We were enormous compared to the building and I was able to take my giant astral hand and open the tiny door to the building. I peered inside to try and see but only saw a second doorway behind the first. The experience was strange because I seemed to be a giant and the building a mere toy in comparison.
My guide continued to talk to me and somehow I ended up talking to him/her about the places where people gathered to eat. I shrank instantly and then appeared next to a building that was mostly outside with a kitchen area underneath what looked like large tree roots that spread out in all directions.
I found myself standing at a bar next to several women in a busy cafe environment, though it was not like any cafe I had ever been to. On the bar was a plate of food but I didn’t recognize any of it but recall thinking it was similar to Moroccan food. A woman to my right seemed like a mother figure and was speaking with a thick accent. I remember thinking it German but it was out of place with the setting. The women to my left was the owner of the cafe and was talking about a man and a woman who would soon arrive. She said their names and I stopped and asked her to repeat them to me. She did and I continued to listen in on their conversation for a while. The woman to my right was telling me the name of the dish of food, specifically a small, greenish-looking side dish that resembled seaweed. Out of the blue I thought, “I need to remember the name of these people”. So I asked the woman on my left to tell me their names again, apologizing for my forgetfulness. She told me but seemed annoyed but hid it well. I then turned and asked the woman on my right her name and repeated it. It was similar to Piper but I saw it spelled and it the pronunciation was not the same.
I stood there watching the cafe and thinking it very strange and different from what I am use to. I asked what was on the menu for the week and she said, “We have the same thing every day.” This really was odd to me and I remember thinking to myself, “They eat the same thing all the time?” It seemed boring to me.
Suddenly I knew what the woman was thinking. It was not obvious but I felt it. She was thinking, “I wish they would stop coming here.” “They” meant people like me, travelers. The feeling from her was that we “travelers” don’t follow the rules and always interrupt things.
I called her on it instantly and said, “I’m not like the others.” I was very abrupt when I said it and the woman recognized that I had heard her thoughts. The feeling from her was slight embarrassment. She did not know I could hear what she was thinking. Unperturbed I shifted out of the scene. I don’t know if I did this intentionally or not but I felt unwanted when I shifted so I suspect with the feeling came a decision to let them be. My feelings were not hurt and I had no considerations about leaving other than to give them what they wanted.
I shifted into the building I had been inspecting before, only this time I was inside of it. As I walked through I noted that it felt somewhat like a church but not like any church I had ever been in. To my left was a hallway that curved off and I could not see where it led. To my right was an area set aside for gatherings and in it was a large, deli case with different foods inside. Children were sitting and eating parfaits topped with whipped cream and cherries. There were squares of cloth with children’s names posted on the walls. It felt like a classroom and cafeteria and church all in one.
As I walked through I was thinking how strange it was to be in this place. Everything was so foreign and it was definitely not “my” place in that the people there all seemed to know one another but no one knew me. I wondered why I was there but my guide did not answer me so my mind wandered. I saw a dark haired boy smiling as he gazed upon a gigantic sundae he was about to eat. His eyes were alight with anticipation. I knew there was nothing else on his mind except the delicious feast he was about to have.
Seeing the boy reminded me of my friend and I wondered aloud, “Maybe I will see him here?” When I thought this I asked myself, “What would I do if I saw him?” With these thoughts I felt myself grow unstable in the environment. All went dark and I soon felt my physical body laying in bed.
Discussion
As I lay in bed wondering about my OBE the guide who had been with me for the entirety of the experience asked me, “What did you think?” I said back, “I don’t know what to think. What was that?” Honestly, I was unimpressed but I’m not sure why. Had such an astral trip happened back in 2006 I would have been excited. For the last couple of years, though, OBEs have been “boring” me unless they include some kind of fantastic astral meeting that incites Kundalini energy. lol
Without needing to be told, I knew I had been taken to an astral world, one created by a group from a similar time period and area of the planet. In this case, the area where current day Israel and Palestine are located. I have no idea if the people were of that culture or not as I could not place their accents and the food and culture were unfamiliar to me. Similarly, I know little to nothing of the current culture of that area and people.
I have visited astral worlds before and had experience similar reactions by the inhabitants. They tolerate visitors but would rather they not be there. If visitors do happen upon their world they prefer they follow their “rules”, whatever they may be. Some worlds are more tolerant than others. This one was fairly tolerant but had not anticipated that I would hear their thoughts. In hindsight it was all very funny, especially the woman’s reaction. LOL I suspect she could hear my thoughts the entire time, but I had nothing to hide anyway. I don’t think she liked hearing that I thought her world was boring. Hahaha
In response to my thoughts, my guide related that the trip had been a lesson. I didn’t understand it, though, and was honest about the type of lessons I prefer. I asked to have more experiences where I feel Home and connected. I asked to get to experience that connection in waking reality on a full-time basis. I told her I was ready to try; eager in fact.
She reminded me that I was not ready still and I reluctantly agreed, though I am not sure why I’m not ready yet. It has something to do with timing and maturity, though not human maturity. She reminded me that time passes quickly and to not dwell on the passage of it for it will only make it seem to pass much slower.
For some reason the magnetic pull toward Home has been stronger than usual and with it has come the familiar frustration of knowing I cannot act on it. There comes with this daydreams and wishful thinking. It is only human and I won’t judge myself for wanting what I want. It is obvious what my current path and position is and I am accepting of it. But I still enjoy a good daydream now and then. 🙂
FYI: I Googled temples in Israel and the Temple of Jerusalem looks a hell of a lot like the building I saw in my projection. Similarly the images of food I found looked similar to what I saw at the cafe.
I was awakened at 3:45am by my middle son wandering the halls. I had barely any memory of the uncomfortable kundalini earlier in the night but it came back to me once I was fully awake. I fell asleep asking to astral.
OBE to Japan
I awoke from within a lucid dream. It was an image of a man’s face that brought me to full awareness. It was just a face floating in front of me. The man had a beard and resembled a character from Game of Thrones.
I immediately rolled out of my body and pulled quickly away from the sluggish energy. I could not see at first but did not focus upon that. Instead I focused upon the good feeling I had. I imagined myself walking down the road and the next thing I knew I was walking down the road of a city. My vision just opened up and there I was.
A little girl of about 12 with long, wavy black hair met up with me. I immediately smiled and reached for her hand. I greeted her with, “Hi Anna!” Then I thought to myself, “No she likes to be called…” and I said, “I mean Anna-ha”. She nodded to me in approval and smiled hugely, her eyes twinkling. I said, “Let’s go!” and pulled her hand as we ran down the street.
In no time I got her to agree to fly with me and we launched up into the sky. I let go of her hand and she stayed next to me. We flew high up above the city below and saw buildings and strange lights below. I recall seeing what appeared to be carnival rides or something similar to that. I wondered out loud where we were. I remember saying, “We must be in Asia”. Ann-ha agreed we must be somewhere Asian. I said to her, “Let’s go over the hill and we will see!”
We topped the hill and spread out below us was a wide, open city square of gray cement. There were people walking around and white, paper lanterns floating in the air above their heads. There was a large, steel structure, a monument I think, to our right and some other large structure to the far left that had lights on it.
I exclaimed, “It’s Japan! We are in Japan!” And I sped forward, leaving my companion behind me. I thought briefly to wait for her but then knew she wouldn’t mind me flying ahead.
I flew higher still and went to explore the structure on the left. I only remember bright, white lights floating about and still now I do not know if they were lanterns or something else.
I then became interested in finding a man. I don’t know why, but I wanted to initiate astral sex (not like me at all). I flew down toward what appeared to be a store. The next thing I knew I was inside a brown walled room and in front of me were three openings into other rooms. I could not see into the rooms but I could tell what was in them somehow, like I could sense the energy from within. I saw a golden energy spot inside a room and thought, “That’s the one”. I went inside.
I came face to face with a man who looked exactly like Barak Obama. I thought it weird and was a bit put off by it, but decided not to care. I attempted to kiss him (yuck!) and he disappeared. He was not real.
I awoke in the morning feeling very cold. I turned over to lay on my back and had a strong thought: “Get the blanket”. With the thought came a visual of the baby blanket laying in the crib nearby. In the vision I got the blanket and put it over myself for more warmth. It was so cold I thought back, “It’s too cold” and snuggled up under the covers. The thought kept coming, “Get it”. After a few times, I finally gave in to it and retrieved the blanket and put it over me. I fell back to sleep very quickly after that.
Lucid Dream
I soon found myself in my mother’s house, a familiar astral environment of mine. I was not fully aware, but I was somewhat lucid in that I recognized I should not be there and something was not quite right. My mind was a buzz with thought; conversations with myself dominating. I was upset about the book I just finished reading: Doing Time on Earth by Catherine Berger. Specifically, I was upset about the parts of the book where she remembers being on the Other Side. What bothered me most was that she felt no emotional connection to her sister when they met in the afterlife. She had loved her very much in life but was practically repelled by her sister in the afterlife and tried to avoid her. I also was upset by the fact that she allowed her Higher Self to do all the next life planning. She almost seemed completely naive and happily ignorant of anything more than her self-created illusion of Heaven. These two aspects of Berger’s description of the Other Side had gone with me into my sleep and I was certain that I was likely just as naive and ignorant as Berger was between lives. I compared myself and what I have remembered of my past lives to her accounts and found myself horribly lacking. It upset me because I had begun to think myself more advanced than most people. I know this is an Ego issue more than anything but at the time of the dream I was not considering that Ego was even a part of how I was feeling. It just seemed pointless to struggle through life after life, slowly and painfully making “progress”. It was unfair!
As I was thinking of these things, I was acting out a dream with other players. They were familiar to me but not people I know in this life. I spent a lot of time in the living room and the bedroom. In the living area I spoke with a man who was very attractive and I felt drawn to him. I thought of him as my step-brother. He was discussing a “plan” and I wanted to be a part of it. In the dream it was about bodybuilding but the objects I was seeing looked more like 3D computer code, cut out in various colors and set upon a board. I recall feeling a bit split during the dream. There was the me that was dreaming and the me that was talking to herself, mulling over her considerations about life after death.
At one point, I entered the bathroom to put in my contact lenses. I had a plan: I was going to get the attention of the man but I needed to get ready and put in my contacts. The bathroom was a mess. It looked like someone had emptied out all the lower cabinets. One side was full of makeup and I remember thinking it was my younger sister’s stuff. I looked through it curiously and then lost interest. The other side was full of toys – action figures and magnetic toys that a young boy would play with. I looked for my contact lens case within the mess of toys and found it. I opened one side and smoothly extracted the lens and popped it into my eye. I could see clearer in that eye and, satisfied, went to put in the other lens. When I opened that side of the case, the left side, I found a large, tan, gauze bandage. It was perfectly square. I brought it up to my eye before I noticed what it was and stopped and looked at it. “I can’t put this in my eye! Someone has taken my contact lens!”, I thought to myself. I immediately thought it must have been my younger brother.
The dream seemed to become hazy and shifty at this point and I found myself going across the road to my neighbor’s house. I was uncertain why I was there at first. I saw a African America woman walking in her garage. The garage door was open and she was inspecting a large, black piece of machinery. I approached her saying to her, “You’re my neighbor!” I looked closely at her, noting her short stature, short, relaxed, black hair and smooth skin. I knew she was about 50ish and I remembered seeing her and her husband in their garage often. I had waved at her just a couple of days ago. She looked at me and smiled. “Yes! Hello!” then thought for a moment and said, “Are you interested in buying our treadmill? We are about the same age and I think you would like it”. I looked at it and noted it was a Nordic Track. It was in good condition. I also thought it odd that she thought we were the same age.
The lady went over to another black metal piece and said, “This is part of it. It makes it incline”. I told her, “Yes. It is a good treadmill. I have heard good things about Nordic Track”. She showed me how the incline worked saying, “If you want it, you should get it now. Some people are coming to look at it soon.” I said, “I would buy it if I didn’t already have one. Mine is a ProForm and over 10 years old but works really good”. I then looked down at the floor of the garage and saw that it was covered in wood, laminate flooring. I remarked about this, thinking it odd and out of place, but the lady did not respond.
This conversation was very real to me and I felt very much like I had somehow walked over to this woman’s house but could not remember how I got there. It was also daytime and the weather was nice with a bright, almost cloudless sky. The scene seemed off to me and something about it told me I was dreaming. What was weird is that the conversation I had with this neighbor was all very easy to recall and the information, at least mine, was accurate. Also, my neighbor really did look like this lady and I now wonder if she is really selling a treadmill.
It was at this point that I began to gain lucidity. It was gradual but as I left my neighbor’s house I went back towards my own house and then popped quickly into a house I was not familiar with. I decided to fly and immediately found myself flying and very much enjoying the feeling. The house I was in was large and Spanish looking. I saw a woman and two girls in the kitchen. They were very obviously of Spanish origin. I remember thinking, “Why is everyone Hispanic?” I flew through the living area which had a very golden light to it. It had ornate wooden trim and very nice furnishings. Whoever lived here was well off.
I flew under the arches of the kitchen and the two girls saw me. They appeared to be twins, both wearing white smocks. The mother had her back to me.
I left them in the kitchen, fully knowing I was dreaming and happily exploring the area. I had an inkling I was not myself so looked for a mirror. I wanted to see who I was.
I located an ornate mirror with gold embellishments. I went up to it and instantly saw myself. I was much shorter than I thought myself to be and as I looked at my face, it shifted and turned a more tan color than is my original coloring. My hair was golden and cut short like it is in waking life but it also shifted and turned a darker shade, though remained golden. I tried to focus on the face but it kept shifting. I then smiled and said, “I am Tina!”
I turned, suddenly filled with elation at knowing who I was and where I was. I had transported to another life and I was happy to explore and reunite with my family.
I flew outside to a courtyard and saw many people milling about. It was a bright and sunny day and the scene reminded me of something out of a Spanish or Mexican painting with all kinds of oranges and browns mixed with bright reds and yellows. The Mexican feel was strong and as I saw it I grew ever more pleased. I flew high up in the air and looked down. I swear I yelled down at the people but I don’t know what I said. They looked up at me, smiling. There were at least 10 or 12 or them, maybe more. All dressed in Mexican clothing that was woven with bright colors.
I asked the crowd, “Where’s my brother?” A woman pointed toward a corner section. I wanted to see him and so headed that direction. When I got to him, he appeared to be in bed, covered with blankets and sleeping. I don’t know why I didn’t see that a bed in the middle of a courtyard was out of place. I didn’t seem to care. I was more interested in finding this man. He peeked his face out of the blankets and when I saw him I was filled with glee. I went towards him and my vision blacked out.
OBE: Roberto and Tina
I felt the familiar energy of being OOB and knew I was near my physical body. I set the intention to return and did almost immediately.
I found myself back inside the Spanish style house. I flew into the kitchen and accidentally bumped into a mother and child who were drying dishes. They exclaimed when I did and I quickly apologized. I remember being surprised that they responded to me and could see me.
I went into a bedroom and there were two girls watching TV covered up in white bedding. These were the same two girls I saw previously wearing white smocks. I knew they were my sisters. I asked, “Where is Roberto?” They pointed to another bed in the corner.
I went up to the bed and saw a man was laying in it. I knew this was my brother and I knew we were in love. I was happy and knew I wanted to be with him. I said, “Roberto!” and he popped his head out of the covers and smiled at me.
Roberto was light skinned with very black hair. It was shoulder length and thick. He smiled when he saw me and I took his hand. He floated out of the bed and I let him grab onto me from behind, piggy back style. I was aware that his thighs were uncovered and very smooth and feminine looking. My intent was to make love to him. I hadn’t seen him in a long time! There was a part of me thinking, “He’s my brother. That is wrong” but another part was thinking, “It doesn’t matter!”
Roberto was happy to see me and I knew we had a history together. I remember thinking to myself, “I need to remember this. I need to remember his name and my name”. So I thought about the names, spelling them in my head multiple times. I also knew I was saying my name wrong. I was saying “Tina” like in America but it was suppose to have a “ny” sound. I said it to myself that way and laughed. It was nice to be reunited with him!
In the kitchen I put him down and turned toward him. He was unclothed and appeared very feminine looking, but I did not care. I fell into him and we began to make love on the table. What is odd is that while this was happening, I felt myself on the other side of the room, talking to him and watching as we made love. I then saw that I was cuddling a small, hairless kitten or cat and talking with Roberto, not making love to him. Yet I could feel my root chakra very activated. It was like I was in two places and really weird. It all felt very scandalous but something in me knew it didn’t matter what we did – it was all an illusion anyway.
I came back to my body then and felt very relaxed and calm. Yet I was also very unhappy, still thinking about the book and the author’s experience of the Other Side. Again I began to consider how very pointless all the relationships I had in this life would appear once I died. It bothered me that I could end up not feeling the same for them once I left this body. I concluded that I had returned to a past life situation and played out something that normally would have been “wrong” and “taboo”. I did so without guilt because I knew the taboo was an illusion and the wrongness of it was relative.
Factors Influencing Projection
I decided I am going to start recording certain information along with my OBEs and lucid dreams so that I can determine if there are any factors that may be affecting my projections.
Time of going to bed: 10pm
Time of waking up: 6:30am
Meditation: none.
Physical Exercise: none.
Mood: disinterested, depressed
Body: normal, no pain
Level of tiredness: moderate
Number of night wakings: 2
Projection techniques used: none
Sleeping position(s): on side, on back (projected when laying on my back)
Food and drink (not norml): ate out for lunch – Fish Tacos.
Dietary supplements taken (if any): Natural Calm, Sleepy Time Extra Tea, Benadryl 25mg, Calcium 500mg, Vitamin D 1000mg, Vitex 150mg, DonQuai 150mg
Lucidity on a scale of 1-10 (1 being lowest level and 10 being hyper lucid awareness (more real than real)): 7
Living Life in Between 