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This is a thread I'm starting to share some of my own dreams and also answer questions for others regarding dreams, lucid dreaming, astral dimensions. If you have a dream of your own and want a possible interpretation, you can post it here and I'm willing to do that. In addition to a decade of intense self dream work I also spent a couple years answering questions about dreams for people (not here and many years ago). But people found it very helpful. I thought it would be nice to offer that service for people here

Dream:
I'm at 'home' in an artists colony. What I mean by that is, in the dream this is home. It's not the place I know as 'home' in the waking reality, and I'm aware of this in the dream, but yet, in this reality, its home. The entire building and community is all composed of other artists, which is super nice. We have fine art hanging in the halls, for example and these things don't get stolen because we're all artists, and we respect each others work. Thats an unwritten code amongst artists – never fuck with another persons work.

I'm aware I'm dreaming. What happened was, I'd dropped off to 'sleep' in bed in the physical, and in this reality opened my eyes to find myself laying on a couch in my living room. I get up and began to potter about the place. My pet I have in waking physical reality is also here which is nice, also a couple of other pets of mine who passed away (in the physical) many years ago. I see they're here too, which is nice. It's nice to see them!

And then, as per usual (this is definitely a re-occurring dream), the people start to arrive.

First by ones and by twos, then five and ten at a time, till the place is absolutely packed. It's one heck of a house party; people cramming in everywhere, all chatting and laughing....it's very nice and all but....damn. I don't recall planning to have a party tonight! But here we all are...I want to have something to eat but I can't afford to feed 50 people! Guess I'm not eating then...not right now...just then a bunch of new people, a group of men show up on my front step.

And then T shows up! I'm blown away when I see him, it's been a long time (He passed away from the physical world tragically over 20 years ago) – I say wow, HI! We go find a quiet place to sit down together. I've missed him. He's looking great, really good. Content. I know hes doing good, which is nice to see. I'm holding his hand and I say to him: I really did love you, you know. And he leans in and kisses me.

I wake up. Can still feel his kiss. Feels so 'real.'

Was he really there? His spirit, his essence? I think yes.

This is something I've discovered in the dreaming time, lucid dreaming. You can see and speak to the dead, to loved ones who are gone, also to other people who are both in and out of a physical body and to other beings as well.

Thanks for sharing this HPS ZolaLuckyStar. I really enjoyed reading about your dream and I look forward to reading your future posts.

Dream:
Some days there is very good recall and others, almost none. Today not much except I suddenly realize I'm now in a beautiful theatre (rather than being in bed). Richly decorated, nice atmosphere with many other people here as well. It's like it might be in a theatre, in that the lights are dim. And this is outside the main performance hall, at the halftime when they give you 15 minutes to stretch, pick up refreshments like a glass of wine and some candied nuts, enjoy some small conversation with other audience members, say hello to friends, visit the restroom, that kind of thing. People are dressed very nicely as though for this, like going to an opera or something. Its a calm, beautiful atmosphere, with lots of nice looking well dressed people around (this is a dream recall thing to remember to try to recall: whats the atmosphere like. Is it calm, peaceful, dreadful. Is it indoors or out. Is it a tempest, or is it dry. How did it make you feel. These are all things to take note of because they'll give you insights).

Anyhow, conversing with some people and I happen to look behind myself and notice one guy standing at the fringe of my orbit. I recognize him. It's not someone who is welcome.

This is someone I knew from physical waking life; the sight of his horrid face brings me to full lucidity because I know he's not in the physical anymore, but deceased. He's an unwelcome visitor.

This is the second time in a week he's appeared. He's been coming around in my dreams in the astral like this fairly often of late. This is just the behaviour he was wont to do in physical life – he would come around and haunt me – here he is doing it still! I say:
"What are you doing here? Get the fuck out of my dream! Stop coming around! I didn't invite you – you're not welcome."

I will him to turn into a pumpkin. He doesn't transform. The others with me all turn to look at him; he reluctantly moves off.

So ok, is this surface level dream interpretation stuff in that this unwelcome visitor is an aspect of myself I've disowned and driven away? Is this an unacknowledged piece trying to re-connect in the dream time?

Sometimes this is so, but I don't think it is in this case.

Many times a shadow shard of self will present in a dream as something black that is chasing you. It could be a dark person shape, or a black dog – in my case it was a black rhino – its a pretty standard way the shadow self will present and I've heard this phenom described by many people. It's also possible to be confronted by a younger version of self, or an older version of self. Sometimes what happens when somebody is traumatized, is that at the time of the damage a shard of self is broken away, frozen in time, so to speak.

Because it's a part of yourself, you'll be drawn to it in the dreaming and thus given the opportunity to choose to reabsorb this damaged part. Sometimes confronting a shard can be frightening or unpleasant. But its about re-integration and healing.

Once acknowledged and reabsorbed, these don't come round again. Sometimes broken off shards of self present as the male or female aspect you don't like about yourself. Such as if one is a man rejecting the feminine aspect of self. They will be confronted by someone they perceive to be the opposite sex from them.

This intrusion (I feel) is not any of these.


How to differentiate? Well, it's based on a lot of years of lucids. The feeling this gives off is an infiltrator vibe. A shard will get in your face. It's more straight up that way. This is something sneaking up on you. Which is something a predatory, parasitical entity will tend to do. A parasitical entity will try to attach from the back, where you're less likely to become aware of it.

He/It didn't transform when I willed which is what somebody with their own external reality would do. If its something formed from the malleable dreamstuff, it would have. And lastly, its typical behaviour. He had no respect for personal boundaries when alive. Why should he have any now? Just because people die, they're still the same person they were. Dying physically doesn't impart any great revelations. If you were a dick then....you're still a dick.

My feeling is it's the genuine disembodied spirit. He haunted me in waking life. Now he's dead, he comes around still.

He was no christian by any means, he was someone definitely into the occult. I don't think he would have fallen into the soultrap that awaits many of the religious.

I don't know that he'd have moved on, either. He did try to kill me in physical reality, after all. Got a bit of an axe to grind, perhaps. Or maybe still obsessed.

And so here he is just as he was in life. Trying to insinuate himself. Invading where he's not wanted. Typical behaviour. And the thing is, people don't change much once they're dead. The time to work on ones self is when you're alive.

He's been coming around fairly often in these last couple weeks. I keep catching him trying to invade my dreams and drive him away. But, like a coy dog, he comes sniffing back around. You'd think he'd know better; payback is, as they say, a bitch. In our case his homicidal tendency boomeranged, costing him HIS life.

I wasn't the aggressor, didn't do anything to earn his enmity except wanting to be free of him. But he apparently doesn't learn. Which is typical. He was very entitled and didn't take responsibility for his actions when he was alive either.

We only get so much time here. Maybe the thing to take away from what happened to this guy is to take all that energy and attention and invest it into oneself, rather than wasting it trying to beat down and harass other people who are just trying to live their own lives free of oppressors.

I can't wait to see what dream experience you will share with us next.

No problem. Keeping a dream journal is something that I do in my own spiritual practice and I encourage others to do so.
When we are at the crossroads between this physical existence and the astral realms (in the dream state), many times messages from those other dimensions can come through easier. Especially for those who are not accustomed to being aware of messages from non physical dimensions. Its easier for them to come in through the dream time.

Keeping a dream journal is fun, and a great way to prep the mind for Astral projection. I hope that you will be sharing more dreams with us HPSZola

Dream.
I find myself in a classroom. Plenty of other people here. Other people like me, here to learn and study. I'm walking through the main room on the way to my own table. I pass a small group, one of whom is a youngish man whom I recognize. I've seen him here before (in other dreams).

He's changed his looks again, I notice, smiling inwardly. Once I saw him and he was in drag, another time he was really dressed beautifully, like going to the opera. This time he's kind of grunge looking. He's very creative.

I say hi to him as I pass. He seems to know I'm checking out how he looks; and says: It's ok, isn't it, sometimes I like to look edgier. I say: you look very handsome! Its a good look for you

He smiles widely at this – he is a very handsome young man I notice - but then as I move in closer to him something odd happens. There's a strong light source that has suddenly snapped on behind him; rather than cutting a silhouette shape, it's acting as a kind of x-ray or something: I see the light through him, like he's become suddenly partly translucent. And then, I take a closer look at his hair. As I decided I want a closer look, the view – as if he was being seen on a screen – it zooms into closer focus. I exclaim: My god! Your scalp! You have lice! Your head is crawling with lice!

He shoots off at a run to a door that evidently leads to the bathroom.

I watch him speeding away then continue to make my way to my desk, threading in and around other people and their tables. Lots of them, men and women.

Most I don't recognize. I take a seat. Theres a computer sitting on it and it's turned on. Apparently I've been taking notes earlier with it, went for a stroll, and now am returned.

I notice the man seated directly ahead of me is someone I actually know (knew) in waking life. I smile to see him. I haven't seen him in the physical for at least 20 years. Nice to see him! There are others here I notice, whom I also apparently know. I'm aware I don't know these in waking life, and yet...I know them. Like the young man who just left the room. I know him, yet he's not anybody I know in waking life. I think to myself: Interesting.

I notice as I sit down, there's a large square roman kind of bath sunk in the floor ahead of me and off to the left somewhat. I notice with mild interest there is a large naked woman lying on her side in it, in a sea of white bubbles, reading a book! That's a bit odd to have in here, isn't it? I think it's interesting nobody bats an eye at this or appears to think it odd.

I get up again and walk back out into the hall, where there are less people. I find myself alone now, standing in front of a mirror. It has a mantle directly beneath it for one to place their drink or their purse, that sort of thing. There are flowers in two jars on either end of this mantle. The atmosphere out here is very calm. The rug is light gold, the walls brocade damask papered, very rich. The furniture I can see out here is all dark and handmade, high quality craftsmanship. The light from chandeliers overhead is soft and golden. I begin looking at myself and fixing my lipstick.

As I'm doing this I'm thinking how they claim in dreams you don't see mirrors. Yet here I am; in front of a mirror. So....I don't know if that's true; I'm looking into one right now...I see in the mirror another woman. She's approaching me from behind, to my left. I courteously step aside to my right to make room for her in the mirror; then grimace because the R hand side of the mirror is all opaque, as though someone had sandblasted the glass on that side. I can't see to fix myself now. She notices the grimace and asks me if I'm alright. I say I'm fine, thanks. She says: the look on your face says otherwise....I hope it's not me being here that is annoying to you? I say: Oh, no, not at all! Excuse me...
I head back into the classroom to my desk. I'm annoyed to see my computer is missing! It's been taken by somebody?
At this point I become fully lucid – I know I can get it back and how.

I decide I'm getting it back. I open a portal in midair, focussing on the computer as I do in my minds eye, knowing it will be there, fully expecting my hand to encounter the shape of it, willing it to be there as I reach through. I reach through, grab it and pull it out. My computer. After this I'm fully lucid. I replace it on the desk.

The handsome young man comes back out of the bathroom, his hair is wet and dripping. He is passing my desk on the way back to his seat and he says:
Thank you! Thanks for letting me know about that! I really appreciated that.
I say: No problem! You're welcome!

As he heads off I look around this space, this classroom kind of setting. It has the feel of a place where you're learning, like a classroom. But it's really a splendid room. Far nicer than a regular classroom. I'm aware it's also a fairly common place to find myself. I come here often. Many times the other 'students' are all invisible. This time they aren't. Though I've yet to see any teacher; I think to myself.

People are sitting at desks, writing, talking to one another, wandering about socializing. It must be the noon hour or something. Break time.

The main doors open and the teacher comes in. He's very tall, handsome, long dark hair. He's wearing what reminds me of roman drapery. As this person takes his position at the head of the room behind the podium, people move back to their seats, look up from their computers; a hush falls over the room as the attention is focussed on him.

The room lights dim, leaving a soft light over and on him and he begins to speak.

Thanks for sharing this with us.

Dream:
Standing outside and realize there is a pair of legs and feet hanging in the air to my right. I look up and around. There is a gallows here, people hanging from it.

While this was all of the dream, I did wake with the feeling something happening for real and a feeling of justice. Something that will be witnessed.

There are different kinds of dreams, some very surface meaning they're really just collating dreams, sorting and filing away events of the day and random thoughts. Nothing very deep or interesting. But there are some that are strong dreams and these ones can be glimpses of something about to manifest, or show something true.
Thats how this one feels. Like it's showing something that is happening or about to happen