He said, “don’t worry about where you’re going, pay attention to where you’ve been.”
I believe maybe I was plugged into Andrea. I think we were standing close. There was something about me being charged. Maybe we both were. There were the words “electromagnetic charge”. Then I woke up with a jolt.
I asked my dreams to please give me answers. To show me my true feelings. What I should do about them. To please give me clear insight.
I thought I was awake in bed. Or I heard my bedroom door open and it woke me up. Someone had come into my room. Who was it? I tried to speak, but couldn’t. I tried to sit up, but couldn’t. I couldn’t move.
My grandfather used to tell me stories of our ancestors and how they were able to travel out of body. Their spirit could leave their body and they could go about the world in this manner.
I had this dream about a week ago. I can see it being the future of on-line shopping. If you are super smart, maybe you should invent…… Read more “Dream – The Future of On-line Shopping?”
I had a series of somewhat disturbing dreams that were connected. It seemed a group of people and myself had to go through all these different trial…… Read more “Dream Trials, Crabs With Cow Heads, and Lucidly Engaging the Dream Space”
I was with my friend Kate. She had been doing some energy work on me because I wasn’t feeling great. We recorded the session with a video camera
I slipped into a trance like state. A place where I am still fully aware of my surroundings and feel like I’m awake, but at the same time everything has a hazy dream like quality
Somebody comments about this. Criticizing. I go off on a long tangent. “Do you never get that feeling of overwhelm? Of needing your own space?” She said she does feel that way sometimes and I said I do too. I said if we all feel that way sometimes, it seems then none of us should ever have to feel like that.
I kept waking up slightly from this dream and would then reenter back into it. Everything kept repeating itself like the movie Groundhog Day. Only there would be slight shifts each time and added fear. It felt like the dream had a hold of me. Each time I would enter back into the world of the living, feeling the comfort of my mattress below me, the dream would steal me away. Grab me and thrust me back into the throws of darkness
I’m lifted off the chair and flung across the room. I’m terrified. I can’t see the presence of anything, but I’m assuming the ghost or whatever it is has taken control of me. I’m thrown against the wall, but not hard, it doesn’t hurt. Then hurled across the room in the opposite direction into the other wall. I try to scream, but no sound comes out.
I’m in a long tunnel cave with a river going through it. The cave is fairly wide open and light is coming from somewhere. Beyond the river there is also dry rock at the base of the cave. It appears to have many winding channels and open rooms.
There was a male god. All powerful. Potentially god of the ocean. Then there was a human woman. Maybe she was drowning and the god saved her or maybe they just met. They fell in love. A child was born. A male child. I was that kid. I’m 2 years old.
Dreams and reality seemed to be existing simultaneously. In my dream I was all contorted and confused. I didn’t know where I was or what was happening. Everything was dark, but I had a sense of my body and surroundings. I felt the sweat dripping off of me, but I didn’t register it as sweat. Each drop turned into a small block. The blocks began collecting around me.
He asks why I was nice to him before and now we’re not friends. I tell him its because before we were just friends. Then he started hitting on me and I’ve told him I’m not interested. Now he only hits on me and it’s annoying.
At first we didn’t realize it, but then Stephanie was hurt. Something had happened to the left side of her stomach. Then later she couldn’t breathe or she was really struggling to breathe. Also, her stomach started hurting even worse. We had to rush her to the hospital.
Then I say in 2014, after my dad had been dead for 3 years, he just reappeared. I started crying as I told this. It felt very traumatic to me. My eyes welled up with intense emotions. And the tears slowly spilled down my cheeks. I wasn’t embarrassed about this. In fact, it felt good to get it out
I’m gonna get a bit more personal with these dream interpretations. Following that is a long rant on gender conditioning
he eagles were becoming extinct and no longer really cared about themselves. The eagles were these beautiful, magnificent creatures, but they did not see themselves that way. They did not see their beauty and magnificence and just did not care anymore and were being wiped out.
I had a voice message on my phone from my friend Mark. It said, “Grandma, I need you.” He sounded distressed. This idea of him calling me grandma was very strong and significant. I took note of it in the dream, but did not see it as odd. I saw it like he was reaching out to me as if I were a strong ancient spirit.
The one girl who seems older says something about her mom was going to take them to a Sibyl Servant concert, (I recognize the band name in the dream, but it is not a real band), but they ended up not going. The girl says something about the band is a bad influence or demonic,blasphemous, or something like that.
From neck pain and migraines to pancreas attacks. It’s been a helluva ride and I’m still getting pummeled by the waves.
On August 6th I had a really interesting fragment of a dream. When I woke up I was convinced it was an actual experience. Like remote viewing…… Read more “Remote Viewing in a Dream?”
She has a manual car and for some reason that means we have to pedal the car like a bicycle. Both of us, on both sides of the car. We’re pedaling up and up. Then I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t pedal any further. My legs have given out on me and are refusing to continue. Then we start rolling backwards.
I went to the walk-in clinic and they told me I don’t have a brain tumor, well that’s good 🙂
They could still talk and were slightly human, but were also dangerous zombies. I knew they had to die. I remember stabbing them also in great detail. I had one of their heads pressed against the ground and was trying to stab them in the right place of the brain. I could tell it was painful for the girl. I apologized and said I would make it as quick as possible
For some reason the baby floats. He has no gravity, like he’s full of helium or something. I’m holding the backpack above my head, with my arms fully extended, because it’s floating and I’m trying to keep it from floating away.
All I remember is I was lying on the floor surrounded by people I didn’t recognize. All this energy was being funneled into me. It started out slow at first and I just absorbed it.