Dream Thread

[HPBlackMamba]

Cool I look forward to reading your posts.

[HPSZolaLuckyStar]

Satanakaraj666, I'm glad it inspired you; keeping a dream journal is a very good practice. it will eventually lead to lucids and astral projection in a nice, easy natural way.

Dream:
This was another dream of the labyrinth. I have had these dreams for years and years. They have one thing in common; they are all apparently underground. A series of seemingly endless tunnels or sections of places, all with roofs and hallways and rooms that interconnect and appear to go on forever, no sunlight, no windows, all indoors and the feeling is quite oppressive in some cases, like this one. Sometimes the places are huge caverns, that soar so high up you can't make out the ceiling. Sometimes its like being in a palace. Sometimes its like being in a nightmare on elm street, lol. Oppressive.

This time I became lucid wandering this place and so soon as I dd, realized I was kind of floating along, as though I was pulled. I wasn't walking. I was floating like a spirit. It was a sensation of falling, although the motion was horizontal and not vertical.

And so I decided consciously (because I was lucid) that I would go with it and not resist this feeling of falling. So, I said to myself (or the force pulling me): take me then, to where I need to go. Show me.

And the feeling of falling increased tenfold; I was now flying along these passageways, dimly lit hallways, large rooms that were mostly deserted, dank and muddy...as though you could park heavy equipment in them or something. And then passing through some heavy walls, entering a more inhabited (seemingly) area.

More hallways and rooms, till at last I appeared to be entering a hospital! This final space (very large room – almost cavern like) had a lot of strange equipment in it and I was drawn, floating through the air to a bed and a young woman laying on it, hooked to things like a heart monitor and other things, the purpose of which I had no idea - she seemed sorely wounded, with some kind of gaping hole in her head. The kind of wound that by all rights should kill a person, but she was alive. And she was laying there on her back as I floated over her. I was surprised to see she was aware of me! (it's been my own personal experience that most times, in these places, it's like people can't see me. Like I'm the ghost.

She made some kind of exclamation at the sight of me hovering over her; one arm tried to reach up to me. She might have been pretty once but no more; seemingly a denizen of this forsaken place for some time, and suffering. The sight was sobering. I don't know for sure but the sense I had was that she wasn't there voluntarily.

And then I realized there were other people in this place. They were apparently monitoring other bed spaces (she wasn't the only occupant of this place as a 'patient' – or whatever she was) – but they were able bodies and not restrained like her, monitoring equipment or by other bedsides. None of these suited workers appeared to 'see' me.

And then I was drawn away again, by that invisible current of force, through the wall and further along down more corridors and through more spaces, moving fast again, so much so it all kind of blurred before my eyes – I remember making a big effort to keep them focussed so I could stay aware of what I was passing.

I came to a stop in what felt like another garage kind of space. Large and muddy and very forsaken feeling. I stepped up to the nearest wall and drew a doorway and a circle for a handle saying out loud: “I want to see (name of someone I know).” and reaching out to the 'handle', opened this dimensional doorway and stepped through.

Into another space also deserted and not pleasant, like an alleyway of sorts. I wasn't daunted, but stepping up to the concrete wall, repeated this and stepped through again, to another place, and – to my relief – found myself outside.

I rose – willing myself up and into the open air at last, looking down I take in the scenery. It was a very forbidding kind of lonely treeless windswept landscape like the Desolation Islands (which is where I think this was), which are very lonesome islands in the ocean, an archipelago. And I'm flying over this at a great height. Its a severe landscape, but extremely beautiful at the same time.

And then I begin to descend and phasing through the earth once again, find myself in another labyrinth – this one is inhabited and furnished. This part is hard to describe. The 'people' there – some appeared normal and human but others....not so much.

The differences in some were subtle – but you could tell they weren't human like a person from this place (planet). Its hard to describe. Some of these appeared to notice me and tried to accost me. They laid hands on me; I summoned a kind of force field or aura of white fire that seemed to deflect them. They were driven away from me and vanished into a kind of elevator and the doors slid shut, leaving me alone in a huge hallway. I continued on.

And then I found my way to a deserted room, somebody's abandoned sleeping quarters, or living quarters, peopled by the mementos and photographs of a life time. And I recognized the woman in the photos – it was the one I saw earlier in the 'hospital' – but here she was whole. She'd been pretty. The images were dated, somehow. I got a few numbers in my head – one was 1556. Were these paintings, then? How could they be photos? I was overcome with this feeling of profound sorrow for this mystery woman, it felt like losing a friend and I cried for a while for her, going through the mementos of a persons life, and it seemed she had nobody to miss her or to care she ever existed, and it was this that made me want to cry for her.

I packed a few of the keepsakes into a satchel, then willed myself to return to this woman's ward – which I did, bringing the items to her, to place beside her bed, so that she would feel not so alone and uncared for – not sure if she was conscious enough to recognize them but hopeful nonetheless that she could and it would comfort her. Felt to me like she was a prisoner there (medical experimentation in a DUMBS).

[HPSZolaLuckyStar]

Dream:
I dream I'm going home – in this instance (present dreamtime) this means going to – I think - Europe. It might not have been Europe. But it is a beautiful country. I'm with a sister, my mother, and one brother (I consider these my family but they aren't the ones I know in waking life). We drive thorough some mountainous terrain – nothing so huge as the alps. Seeing these hills though, almost makes me break down and cry. I want to. It's such an intense feeling of coming home. Such joy to see this place again!

We drive in a caravan across and through these giant hills, it's gorgeous country, green with springtime. At some point we find our way to a large silver and white mansion sitting by the side of a large inland lake. The lake is huge, but you can see a shore far away so you know it's not an ocean. It's fresh water. The sun on that water is so appealing, till I can stand waiting no longer, changing at once to a swimsuit, I go outside to get in it. It's clear as glass and warm as bathwater up close to the shore where it's shallow, deliciously cooler further out. It's VERY nice, a lot of other people agree, to judge by the large assortment of bathers around me, both young and old. We are all laying around in the water.

Somebody comes up to us by the shore in a boat, offering to give some of us a ride. And what is meant is they will tow a large piece of wood behind the boat, and we would hang on for dear life.

I watch the first group get a tow, they're shrieking with laughter, hanging onto this chunk of wood. It's not my cup of tea, I stay by the shore and watch them having fun. The second tow, they tow my mother out. She actually stands up on this wood like its a kneeboard and rides the boats wake like a surfer! I had no idea she could do this, lol. She looks back and UP at me!

I'm at that moment on the second floor balcony – or so I thought – in retrospect the perspective is what one might expect if you are hovering in the air at some height. Like, 15 stories or more. So......is this 'mansion' by the water really a house? Or something else? She looks UP to see if I'm watching; I am, I raise my hands and applaud her performance.

I go inside after this, get into a conversation with two people who are dressed alike in a kind of one piece jumpsuit. They're telling me I really should get a haircut! I say why? I like my hair! I don't want to have to put out a hundred dollars every 4-6 weeks to maintain a stupid haircut! It's stupid!

They say I need to get with it. I say: “You do you, I'll do me.” and head back outside to the water. This water is just so pure, so sweet, so wonderful feeling. I can't get enough of it.

It's now early evening as I exit the 'mansion', the sun has just gone down, it's twilight, the water gone out like a tide.

Myself and a crowd of others walk out onto the smooth sandy bed of the lake, following the water. I hear someone say:
“Excuse me, miss?” I turn; he hands me a bouquet of purple flowers. I say: “Oh, aren't they lovely! Thank you!”
I'm very fond of flowers, but don't get any very often. And lilac is my color. Nice!

Turning back around to continue walking, I hear the clink of something like keys hitting the earth, look back as another fellow stoops, scoops a ring of keys with a blue tag on it. He hands them to me saying: “Did you drop these?”

Ah...no, these aren't mine. Does anybody know who these belong to?” I'm able to help the keys be returned to their owner – and then it happens – I turn all the way around after handing the keys over and there behind me, standing much too close for comfort, is my stalker!

This POS has – again - invaded my dreamtime. Again! I grab my brothers arm and point him out. The bastard knows he's busted; he's turning his head away from my brother and myself in an attempt to hide his face. But it's no use now; he's caught, he knows it. He has to leave, before I confront him. And so he does. He takes off.

I've caught this POS multiple times attempting to infiltrate my dreamtime. He's not in a physical body anymore himself; so he approaches me on the astral. At least, I've always made the assumption this is who he is. But is it?

I think what I'll have to do next time I discover him, is get in his face and demand he show me who/what he really is. And see what happens.

I wake up, decide I need a drink of water, throwing back the covers, go to get up and I find a ladybug in my bed! My dream was the country in springtime, and here – in a place without open windows – a ladybug has appeared. IN my bed. It's interesting. How did it get in? Get here? I take it and place it outside on a window ledge to be free.