Dreams (Page 16 of 31)

Synchronicity from a dream:

Yesterday (3/9), I had a dream of following a panda bear through the snow.  Today there was a blurb on TV about Chinese panda bears playing in the snow.

I think the dream is the insight, and your feeling upon waking is the residue of that insight.

Having been aligned with STS isn't shameful--STS is a part of evolution.

There is the possibility that the dream was manipulative, and that beings in connection to you want to waylay you by making you feel shame.  Check that with your heart.  The scene wherein you watched your ex-lovers have sex in front of the rest of the court seems manipulative to me.

As far as the distress goes...maybe try saying hello to it, to that energy.  See what it wants.  It might want you to acknowledge something that will help you grow; it might be there just because of self-judgment.  ...Forgive yourself.

It's amazing how many people have had dreams regarding a meteor hitting the earth. I've personally had at least two.

I had a weird dream a couple nights ago. My mom was pregnant, and ready to go into labor (she's going to be 70 in a few days, BTW, and got a big laugh out of this!). This took place in the house I grew up in, and my brother and sister were there.

It got to be around evening time, and my mom was "ready to pop". My sister rushed her out to the car in the driveway, while I searched around for everything that was needed to go to the hospital with her. I heard a shout coming from the driveway, and my brother started running outside, mumbling something like "You can't tell me what to do!" (referring possibly to his answering my sister's call and perceiving it as being bossed around, he's immature that way).

I was still rummaging around the house trying to locate everything that was going to go to the hospital with her. It was taking a long time, even to find my own shoes. I was turning lights on in different rooms, finally finding my shoes, then ending up standing on a step ladder in the closet of the master bedroom at the back of the house.

I had found this wooden box on the top shelf in the closet (this is where I have GOT to practice lucid dreaming more). When I opened it, I saw a heading comprised of some Celtic letters, large and ornate. It was followed by some text in the same font and language. I almost became lucid within the dream because I was so intent on figuring out what this meant. The Celtic letters were in a really cool ornate font that I have not seen before (and I have seen quite a few fonts, being a font fanatic and having over 2,500 fonts on my PC!). It was almost like Blackletter, but not nearly as intense. I couldn't read the language, but I knew it was of Celtic origin, and I somehow knew that this was a "report card" from someone's school.

I was eventually drawn outside to the driveway where, by that time, my mom had given birth. When I looked at the baby, it didn't look human. Its ears were long vertically, and the limbs were long and spindly.

I am of Irish origin, and I wonder if something happened in the ancestral line...

Lemniscate

Manyeagles, I think your explanation may be correct.  At one time I had repetitive hellish dreams.  Time passed and they stopped.  Then I had repetitive dreams of renovating buildings.  It could be any building, a hotel, a house, a skyscaper, anything.  It was always really disgusting, and in one there was a skyscraper which had several floors in which there were no floors or walls, just the metal frame.  I would reconstruct the building and make it beautiful.  I think the buildings were a symbol of me changing.

That's a cool article.  I wish I remembered more of my dreams, and could be lucid like that!  Nowadays I often sleep very long and don't remember a darn thing, but I'm sure there's plenty going on.    It's funny though how this subject of fear being the enemy keeps coming up over and over.

I just had a creepy weird dream.

I was in a mental institution. What's creepier than being in a mental institution? Seeing your forum group name on the door. Yeah. "Lemniscate" was written (in rather nice hand writing, I might add) on my door. No other names were on the other doors.

At one point I was lying on my side watching a four-inch TV, feeling the futility of the situation, watching a "B" SciFi movie (even in an institution...). Then I guess I made a decision to "rise above" and not let them "get to me".

I became quite popular with the inmates and staff, evidently as a result of my positive, uplifting attitude. They even put an information kiosk on the wall near my door which included books and brochures. My decision to increase my vibration in spite of my environment/situation drew people and opportunities near me.

I guess I had established a class on "Using the Mind" (how ironic). It was split up into two groups for simplicity. One was "Using the Mind to Influence Others" and the other was "Using the Mind to Manipulate the Body" (this second one becomes quite cool).

In roaming around the institution (I was allowed an extra level of freedom as a result of my "popularity"), I noticed some blood spots on the walls and floors. These weren't ordinary blood spots, though. Normal blood, when it dries, is a dark red. But these spots were still bright red. I started an informal, discrete investigation.

I entered one particular room where there were more blood spots than any other. I looked at a spotted crimson wall and noticed a gelatinous creature attached to it. It was almost like it was trying to communicate to me some sort of reason for its behavior. I would have nothing to do with its mental manipulation, though. My mind was too strong and, besides, murder is murder. This alien entity morphed into a human form and tried to attack me. It sensed that I had no fear, and realized that it had no power over me. It ended up running out the door and escaping.

I'm outside the institution at this point (good behavior?), continuing the investigation of the murderous alien entity on the "QT". I have amassed a small group of people, though, who are like-minded and just as secretive. My cover is the continuation of the mind utilization classes that I had started in the institution. I'm also exposing the fact that the world we see with our physical eyes is just an illusion, and in order to see the real world we must develop our minds to the point at which our vibratory rate matches the true reality.

There was this one incident where my group and I were attempting to recruit this particular guy who was driving past us in this tiny car. We could sense that he would be beneficial to our cause and that he was genuinely interested, but he just didn't know it yet. We had trapped his car between two of ours, and he was understandably terrified. We finally drug him out of his car, tried to reason with him (put him at ease), then explained what our group was and what we're trying to do. He exclaimed with a comprehending "OH!" and immediately joined the group (tough times require guerrila recruiting...).

The next scene is on a beach at the ocean where some new recruits for my class are arriving. The people exit the van, and I immediately recognize one of the doctors from the institution (a guy with a dark beard), and sense that he is there to attempt to murder me. With my abilities at such a high level I'm not concerned, but I'd at least like to have a chance at influencing him to switch sides.

He approaches me, not knowing that I know his plans, and I ensue to demonstrate my abilities (this is the cool part). A glimmering, swirling light emanates from my third-eye area and I immediately appear naked to him (exposition of humility?). Then this effect occurs again and I'm wearing a headband, cape and shorts (OK, a cheesy kind of cool...). Yet again and I'm wearing a really cool modern white, silk-like outfit. Evidently this was to demonstrate my ability to manipulate and manifest matter with my mind. I then pick up this chambered nautilus and toss it over my shoulder into the ocean. It soon emerges as a ten-foot high version of itself crawling onto the sandy beach. I turn around to face the ocean, and elaborate on the illusion going on there. A huge, glowing, swirling whirlpool appears, void of life. The ocean life had been relegated to small, confining aquariums offshore. In order to maintain population control, they had manipulated the life forms to kill each other off by biting and thereby infecting the other creatures so that they would die. They figured that they couldn't stint procreation, so they would effect this method in order to maintain their "control".

It flips back to the mental institution, in one of the offices of one of the administrators. He's east Indian, and trying to influence the guy with the beard to stop hassling me (he's obviously on my side). He even attempts one of the mind influencing techniques that he learned in one of my classes, to no avail. As the guy with the beard approaches him and turns, his teeth appear extremely white and perfect, then morph to large, almost metallic teeth, most possibly emphasizing his bad guy character. He says that the institution was working with this alien entity in trying to maintain an illusory world, allowing it to feed off the inmates, that there were four inmates murdered by this alien entity at the institution, and that I was the only other one who knew too much. If he could "get me out of the picture", things would go back to normal.

All of a sudden some plastic eating utensils appear on the back of the east Indian guy's suitcoat. He discretely puts his hand behind his back and grabs a plastic spoon. He then deftly approaches the man with the beard and tries to slash at his jugular vein. Well, of course all this does is leave a red mark on the bearded man's neck and piss him off. He takes the east Indian guy by the head and shoves it into and around a thin vertical wooden support beam, allegedly killing him. A few moments later the east Indian guy's head starts to melt, along with the rest of his body. His body then re-forms, and starts glowing. As he walks toward the man with the beard, he states, "Lemniscate may have offered two classes, but I concentrated on the one titled "Using the Mind to Manipulate the Body". He holds his right hand out, glowing intensely, and touches the man with the beard on the chest, right where the heart is. The man with the beard explodes, never to exist again. YAY!

The big illusion is that "the world is overpopulated and this needs to be resolved". The actual reality is that procreation is a necessary effect of our learning experience.
Other entities want this dimension for their own negative purposes, and wish to maintain this illusion to their own end.

Control is not.

Lemniscate

Do you ever wake up sweating and uncomfortably hot? I've read a few medical reasons for this happening and I'm pretty sure I don't have sleep apnea, tuberculosis, menopause, etc, but I'd still just wake up night after night and shrug it off as 'just one of those things'. I'd get back to sleep by ignoring it.

But for a while now I've been having intense dreams and waking up directly after with burning skin, but not in a painful way. The dreams are definatley related to the burning as I always wake up with it after one of them, but they aren't nightmares. The most memorable time that this has happened was when I dreamt that a man-like being smiled as he observed me getting 'angry' (more like determined, but 'hotter' somehow), reaching this hot skin state and doing matrix-like movements around an office/school complex before waking up. Another one was where myself and others were trapped in a large cell containing rows of bunk beds. The sky and ground outside was red, and it was getting hotter. Everyone sat around lazily just accepting their fate. Ends up with us being broken out and fighting our way out against SWAT-looking troops in black armour and visors. While trying to get out of here I reached a similar 'hot' state. Nothing I did was of any use, they were invincible. Some time into my useless rage, now in an underground base of some sort with glowing maps covering the walls, a kind looking smiling woman approached me. I was using a small floating disc controlled by my mind as a weapon. It followed me in the air and emitted a light that I could focus and direct at will. I focused the ray into a laser and directed it across the womans neck a few times, but without the desired effect. She just kept on oozing smiley love. I woke up soon after with the same heat. I feel it's like training, that is just two examples out of often more than one a night, and I am wondering if anyone else here has dreams like this?

I can achieve this state while awake too, but not intentionally. First time was while I was playing a first person shooter computer game. The combination of the simulation of combat and death, the desire to 'survive' and the me vs 20 skilled computer controlled opponents in a close quarters gun fight (seemingly impossible odds) must have triggered something. It's a very serious and emotional state without thought but highly alert, characterized by the all over burning skin feeling and single minded furious determination. Sort of like an emotional shiver but hot and constant. It's not an adrenaline rush and it leave me feeling energized/the same but not drained. In the game I effortlessly massacred everyone in sublime ways, as was my intent, and was bulletproof in that no bullets hit me. I think if I was to somehow affect the randomizer in the games programming that controls where bullets land through synchronicity that could account for it, but even that is pretty spun out. The state gradually faded away due to interuptive thoughts like 'this can't be possible?' and 'how am I doing this?'

I don't know what causes me to wake up 'hot' but I read somewhere about ascension symptoms and 'purging' of something, like toxins stored in the body or old emotional issues? Also Laura in the C transcripts refers to something called the 'furor', which I think is interesting but can't find info on it anywhere else...

Sounds kinda like what I keep getting. A reflection of 4th density energy perhaps? I have recently brought my energy draining habits under control in an attempt to energize myself, this could just be a 'reflection' of these higher energy levels maybe. In this session they discussed levitation too, and this links to my 'school' dreams also, where the teaching involves more superhuman movement. I'm very interested to hear how some lucid dreamers or just generally more conscious people like yourselves experience the act of flying. I will try to explain how it feels to me. When you move your arm or leg or your mouth to speak, you are using a certain non-verbal 'thought'. This thought is unique and certain thoughts effect the body in certain ways, for example you don't intend to whistle and end up doing a backflip. When I fly in dreams I have a unique thought for this, as if flying is a phantom limb that my physical body lacks. It is like holding my breath but with concentration instead of lungs, I don't run out of air but it gets harder to hold my concentration. It activates an 'organ' in my chest that lifts my body gently, making it lighter. While holding this active, I can push off with my legs and make vast jumps and control direction, speed and buoyancy with similar thoughts. It feels like flying is a natural ability the human already possesses,  as natural as breathing or walking, but currently lacks right now for some reason...

Please let me know if you have experienced something similar or have any ideas on any of this?