Dreams (Page 20 of 31)

Interesting dream Tenetnosce,

Dunno what the bear might represent, but possibly a power animal, MILAB experience, or plain ol stuff from the subconscious.

What did immediately strike me was a feeling that the "N" word might be "known."  Maybe your mom can be trusted, or possibly a MILAB tactic, hard to know......  But your statement of feeling more real suggests something on the positive side (not MILAB?), and lucidity as well in the dreamscape.  The part about the tongue and all feels to indicate a message, or clarity of.  Just my gut thoughts....

Last night I had a dream that I was in a large, dark call center much like the one in which I used to work about six years ago. I walked past a fax machine which spat out two sheets of paper--typewritten letters addressed to "Sophia", which I associate with the Gnostic goddess and which in the dream seemed to be associated with the VP of customer service, whose name also started with the letter "S". I sat down at a desk that I thought used to be mine, and started to take calls. However, it seemed that a middle-aged black woman actually sat there and was upset that I'd taken her desk. The computer screen had a dark background with curly "stitching" designs surrounding cut-outs of pictures.

At this point the dream switched to the black woman's home. I was sitting on her bed, and she was grousing around. She didn't seem happy that I was there, but she was being as polite as she could be. She had a large number of books on a bookshelf, including one which I expressed some interest in when she pulled it out. It had a theme similar to "The People of the Lie" by M. Scott Peck, and so I started trying to tell the woman about that book. However, I got it confused with "The Mask of Sanity" by Hervey Cleckley. I started to explain how there were many fascinating character studies in the book, but I couldn't remember a single one of them. In the middle of talking, I started to feel bad for trying to be a know-it-all. I wasn't supposed to be dishing out information in this dream--I was supposed to be listening.

This woman had three or four little daughters ranging in age from toddlers to about four years. They all looked very similar--like clones. Their skin was lighter than their mother's, like their father was white. Their faces were reminiscent of those plastic troll dolls with wild hair. But they were not scary or off-putting at all. They were all smiling, and they seemed very loving and friendly. I held out my hand to touch them, and a few grabbed my hands. One of the very small ones sucked on my fingers like a pacifier. I thought they were all very cute.

Some of these girls began talking to me, telling me the most amazing stuff. I wish I could remember all of it. In the dream I was impressed, and I asked them if they knew these things from reading their mother's books. The only thing I can directly recall them saying is that "memories are encoded in rain". They also said some other things that I can't remember.

I don't remember whether they communicated this to me, or whether I thought of it myself during the dream, but I also experienced the idea that human consciousness is due to the physical arrangement of water molecules in the brain. It seemed that the meat was mostly in there to properly arrange the water, which itself could "tune in" a human soul or perhaps express one in some way. I also understood that water wasn't the only liquid that could do this--there could be other forms of life based on other chemicals. I imagined then that there could be conscious life on the surface of the sun, but only through a chemical which could remain liquid in such heat. I also understood there to be a relationship between carbon and water--like a musical interval--that was necessary for physical life. The same interval would need to exist between a dense matter and its matching liquid to create the "chord" necessary for life on the sun. I wondered what that liquid was. I thought if I knew the liquid, then I'd be able to determine which matter it would need to be paired up with by counting the same number of steps down the scale as exists between carbon and H2O.

I also began to wonder about the "memories encoded in rain" that the girls told me about. Who's memories? Gaia's? Our collective memories? Was the arrangement of rain drops in the sky forming a type of consciousness for a time, a consciousness that called forth or gave rise to beings with which a person might communicate? I'm not sure, but my feeling is that the messengers were good-hearted and the message meaningful. It actually was raining last night, and I slept all night with my window open with a fan blowing in the humid night air.

Wow--that B-12 product sounds pretty good. I'm familiar with the Now label, so I'll keep an eye out for it.

The wikipedia entry on Sophia is a good place to start for a quick overview. Then you can take a look at the Gnosticism 101 article on Jordan Stratford's blog for a more detailed breakdown. The Insane and Inhumane article at MetaHistory gets into the Gaia-Sophia Principle, which says a person can arrive at the fullness of wisdom (Sophia, the Greek word for wisdom) through the natural experience (of Gaia, the living body of the planet). I really like the Gnostic ideas on MetaHistory, which usually strike me as very creative, compelling, useful, and sensible.

It can be difficult to read words (and numbers) in dreams, let alone remember them. They always seem to change. You'll look at a piece of paper in a dream and then look back, and everything that was written on it will be out of order. Spoken words, singular symbols, emotional impressions from visual sources, and telepathic knowledge seem much more solid and easy to remember in dreams.

This talk about sublingual B-12 reminded me to take some last night, and I think it may have affected my dreams. Last night I dreamed that I was in the unfinished basement of a deserted house my parents used to own. My mother was there, and we were both freaked out because there were Grey aliens converging on the place. Only, they were neon green in color, 18-inches tall, and they appeared to be made of a porous foam rubber material. These aliens seemed cheaply constructed, yet still repulsive. Their limbs were floppy, as if they had no skeletons. During this dream I was aware of the fact that I might be in real danger of being abducted, so I fought to wake up a number of times, but it only partially worked. I'd get a glimpse of my bedroom, then I'd fall back into the dream.

At one point in the dream my mother got scared and ran to the corner of the basement. I chased after her, hugged her, and told her I loved her until she calmed down. We started to walk towards the stairs to get out of the basement, and there we saw one of the aliens run up the stairs. "Little green men," I said to myself, marveling at how they fit the cliche. At this point I noticed that one of the aliens was trapped inside a window well. I wanted to get some evidence, so I asked my mother if I could break the window to get to the alien. With her permission, I punched the glass to break it, (there were two panels I had to break) and then I grabbed at the alien. A triangular patch of his skin came off, which I then stuck in my pocket. The "skin" still seemed like cheap, thin, foam padding material. I didn't see what was underneath. I asked my mother if she thought it would still be there in my pocket when we woke up. Neither of us thought it would.

After waking up I checked my knuckles to see if there were any cuts, and my body for odd bruises, but there were none. (I even checked the pockets on the shorts I was sleeping in, just for the hell of it.) I don't think I've had a dream about Grey aliens before. I don't think I've ever had a possible abduction type dream before, either. The dream seemed to be informed by a lot of stuff I've read about aliens here on NR and on sites linked to by members.

I just had some kind of lucid dream or out of body experience.  I was laying down to take a nap, and what happens is I am aware enough that I know I will fall asleep.  So it didn't take long for me to realize when I had entered a dream state.  New environment, new people etc.. were the indications.  At first I was in a classroom with some people when I realized I was in a dream.  What was awesome about this what it felt so real, I felt as if I was already there, I could feel my dream body, I could touch things and most of all colors were brighter.

The first dream before the nap - so the dream I had last night - was intresting because all I had done was cry.  I cried in front of many people and it was soooooooo liberating AND I ended up waking up 4-5 hours earlier than I do (having only about 3 hours of sleep).

I did become sleepy a couple hours after being awake, so this is when I went to bed and had the OBE and lucid dream.

So while I was in the classroom, I realized I was dreaming and wanted to tell the guy that was sitting beside me and a few girls that were in front of me - but they wouldn't listen.  I kept calling out "Hey! Hello? Do you hear me!?!"  But nothing.  Then the guy finally turned to me and said something of which I have forgotten.  And as this occured I began to feel my physical body again and "pulled" myself back into the physical realm. 

Still being tired and a little amazed, I was going to go back!  So I fell asleep once again - but this time, while going to -wherever I went, I felt my (consciousness??) move away from my body, and I was spinning and spiraling in each direction.  At first it was a little scary, but then told myself "let go, relax" and I had entered a new environment.  It was the house that I'm currently living at, but it was busy with people all over the place,  The land lady I live with was the main character, while she seemed to be very agressive and straight foward - I had totally accepted what she was saying and didn't take it personally, although at the same thing realizing the connection between my emotions, and the part of me that she represented.  There were also kids running around the house.  After than profound realization, I began to just observe things.  I knew I was in a dream, so I went around observing the beauty of the dream scape.  I saw some decorations all throughout the house, and they were soooooo bright it was amazing.  My body felt light, I could have flown if I had wanted to.  Then I came to a door that had some of the deepest things written on it but of course - I don't remember.  LoL.  So after that I looked at everyone in the room and instantly knew which part of myself they represented, and knowing I no longer needed to be there, I began to wake up but... I couldn't!  I couldn't get back into my body!  Try to imagine going through 100x false awakenings!  All I could do was open my eyes, but my body wouldn't move.  I don't even know if when I was opening my eyes that was the physical world.  So then, this one time when I opened my eyes, I saw a spider.  It started coming towards my face, and I was scared.  I tried to wake up!  But still couldn't, then the spider fianlly reached my eyes, and I was able to wake up (don't know how).

Then, as if that wasn't enough, I had fallen asleep into a "regular" dream this time, where every member of my familty was crucifying me on the way I live, and my beliefs.  Wow.  This one was tough.  So as we were gong back home (to our old old house) discussing the seriousness of my ways, someone came along driving a car.  At first I thought it was my grade 12 english teacher (who I had been fond of), but it wasn't, and I proceeded to say that I would have prefered Mr. Blake and he heard me say it but didn't take offense.  Then an old co-worker came on a rocket powered scooter, offering me some psychadellics and talking about green peppers.  So I took the psychadellics, knowing that my family would disapprove.  So me and the ex coworker took them, along with another girl, but because we had taken them on the scooter (higher speeds) we were going to feel the effects more.  So as they began to set in, the drug had made us simply walk slow.  So we were walking down the long street - stilll in the direction of going home.  I was walking beside the guy at the same slow speed.  The girl who was non-accelerated was a little bit ahead and there was a Mom with three daughters walking around us.  Knowing that my family was beind me and that judgement was coming, I wanted to get away, but! the slow walking drug wouldn't allow it.  But what it did do was allow me to walk patiently with those kids, who were happy and having fun.  As we reached the end of the street, my friend got sick.. and it seemed his inside were thrown up on the ground. It wasn't a pleasant site, then as my family arrived, I began to say "call an ambulance" and began to run home because I wanted out.. but then I started to feel the same effects that my friend did, but I knew that I was strong, and that I wouldn't let it happen to me, and it didn't (thankfully my insides, remained on the inside LoL).  And then as everyone was cleaning up - obviously in distress about the experience and still my ways, all I could say was "sorry" although I knew that I had to stand my ground and then I wondered (after I got up) just how much our actions or even our beliefs can effect others and shape the world.

First off, welcome to NR!   Well, I about fell out of my chair when I read this.  I had a recurring thing very similar to this happen to me when I was 6.  A lot of strange things happened in that house, but periodically I would wake up to the feeling of cobwebs on my face.  When I would open my eyes, a ghastly white disembodied head would be floating just above me.  It had long, crazy white hair, which is what was bushing against my face.  I called it "The Mophead" because of this.  It didn't have teeth, like yours did, but it had a dark gash of a mouth, like a big downturned smile, and it had HUGE black eyes.  *shiver*  It would hang there for a couple of seconds after I woke up, and then it would disappear.  It happened at least several times when I was 6, and then happened once more when I was 18. I wish I could have done what you did-- attack it mentally.  As it was, I was just petrified.

Now, I've thought about this and other experiences for years, just as you have.  The only things I've come across that sound similar besides your story are things I read on Robert Bruce's website, astraldynamics.com.  In his books he claims that the cobweb sensation I had are common when working with energy or beginnig OBEs.  I think it indicates a blockage or something.  The next thing he mentions is that sometimes when we are out of body, our physical etheric can see our astral selves, causing a feedback loop of terror.  Of course, he also has written volumes on psychic defense, so he's no stranger to astral entities. 

I wish I knew what to tell you on this one, but all I can do is add to the mystery.  Oh, and about the shadow wolf... I've also experienced the dark shadows at night, which caused me to read a book by Heidi Hollis called "The Secret War:  The Heavens Speak of the Battle."  She covers the Shadow People in great length.  They do sometimes appear as animals, and they frequently have red eyes.  What confuses me about your situation is the sense of calm you describe right beside your terror.  I can't explain that part of it, unless it was a deeper part of yourself taking the helm since you were so small.