Detecting Dream Imposters

Another possibility came to mind:

(6) they are dream projections the predator (per Castaneda) uses to control and feed upon us.

In Castaneda's "The Art of Dreaming" there was mention of using the technique of seeing to examine the energy body of a dream character. This would reveal the truer essence behind the facade. I haven't been lucid lately to try this, but the technique involves pointing your finger at the person or object in question, perhaps intending that you see its true essence. The statement "You're not Marci" may have functioned similarly.

Or maybe ask "Who are you really?"  I have done this only during nightmares, when confronting a scary creature and asking who it is, which then morphs it into a more benign symbolic representation of the underlying concept. The intent is what matters most. "Reveal yourself!" may be just as effective.

Another weird thing, though, are characters that froze or became pixelated when I came to my senses in a dream and did something other than the expected action. Is that my subconscious getting caught by surprise, or could it be some electronically projected dream? Not sure, but thought it worth mentioning here since it sorta relates.

Okay, I had a weird-ass dream a few weeks back that relates to dream imposters.  Or, at least, it refers to beings that disguise themselves in human form.

In the dream I discovered I was being stalked by a man with a hatchet.  We tussled.  In the tussle, he morphed into a large yellow ball with arms and legs.  Upon waking I thought of it as the "Yellow M&M villain." 

Who knows if there are beings that look like big yellow balls with limbs, but I think that maybe when you encounter something totally foreign to you (the physical you) in the dream zone, that you brain interprets it as "the Yellow M&M"--something known.

These anomolous characters could indicate the presence of metaterrestials in your dream space.

Yes.  I've more or less always considered my dreams to be "true" in some sense.  From a young age I noticed that sometimes I would have tremendously joyful dreams and I would feel extra joyful that day.  Or I would have a dream that was traumatically sad and I would feel blue all day.  ...So it confused me when people talked about dreams are "not real" because their effect on my mood, and even health, was always clear to me.

Talking with a friend about a dream of his yesterday I noticed the same pattern of a dream character (in his dream) being conspiculously synthetic.  He had a dream in a church and a plastic grim reaper was dancing at the front of the church. 

I think that our lower minds interpret astral beings (metaterrestials, etc.) as mannequins, as dolls, as cartoons and on and on.

I have a question...... It is rare for me to acheive rem sleep, it only seems to happen like when I zonk in a chair, in the semi-awake state.

I sleep like a rock normally, but almost never remember dreams.

For a long time I thought I was incapable of dreaming, I know that's not the case, but the question is...
what am I missing?  Is this a block I put up, or could there be some contract making/breaking I may be doing unwittingly (making stupid choices) or is there the possibility that I am just not entering nto dreamspace at all?

I do remember snippets, sometimes when I wake, but it is like not even seconds worth, in realtime.

I have always been curious if it was something that I was blocked from seeing, lately I wonder if it is me doing the blocking.

Thoughts?

         J

Well, I'll share a dream I had once, where the dream imposters did succeed and nearly had me for good.

I wasn't feeling well and took a nap on the couch, and soon was in a deep sleep... I dreamed that my mother and her mother (my grandmother) had appeared in my dining room and woke me up from my nap on the couch.  I knew they were both deceased and asked them why I was able to see them... "what's happened?"  They both proceeded to tell me that I had passed away in my sleep and that my father "got lost", because he was in an accident and had also passed away and that I needed to find him and bring him back to the house.  They urged me to hurry because time was of the utmost importance.  I somehow instinctively knew that in his confused state, in "this realm", thoughts could create entire new worlds in which to get lost in, and I needed to hurry so that he didn't "wander  into another world".  I quickly ran out of the house, hopped into my car and began searching for him... instantly, the streets and roads began changing, yet somehow they were familiar to my dreaming self.  And I finally did manage to find my father.... but then I somehow instantaneously found myself in a college dorm room with a bunch of kids I didn't know.  I tried to ask them what had happened and where my father was, but they were speaking in some incomprehensible Dr. Seuss backwards english... I knew it was english, but it was all mixed-up and frustrated the hell out of me because I couldn't communicate with them.  So I left the room and wandered the building looking for a way out, which I finally found.  Right outside of the building, there was a stone bench upon which this HUUUGE dog (probably a wolf, but I didn't think of him as such) was sitting there, and when he saw me, he immediately jumped down and ran to me, all happy and licking me and wagging his tail.  From that point on, the dog was "my buddy", my only friend in that crazy place, it seemed.  I began exploring the rest of the area outside of the building and saw that there were a lot of people gathering down by this dock.  There was a large lake next to the campus, and all of a sudden, the clouds literally opened up and *people* started falling from the sky and into the lake.  The people on shore were helping them out of the water and everyone seemed to know what was going on.  I finally managed to get a straight english answer out of someone as to what was going on, and they told me that these were the "scheduled" people who were "crossing over" to this world... as in the people from earth who had died.  I didn't believe any of it, and I began yelling at the top of my lungs, "THIS IS A DREAM!! I WANT TO WAKE UP NOW!! THIS IS NOT REAL!! WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!!!"  I kept on going like that for some time screaming until my throat was hoarse, reciting my name and address and willing myself however I knew to leave that crazy place and wake up on the couch!... Nada... Nothing worked.  I plopped mysef on a bench, and "my" doggie jumped up on it too, layed his head on my lap and gave me an unmistakably consoling look.  I was just in mid-sentence of saying, "Well, I guess it's just you and me now, buddy... I don't want to believe that I really died, but...."

And then.... holy blessed interventions.... the phone began ringing back in the "real world", and the sound of it was just enough to jolt me back into "reality".  I jumped up off the couch as though I'd broken some sort of invisible restraints, my heart was pounding out of my chest... and when I answered the phone, I was soooooo thankful to the caller!  I didn't realize it until later, but I must have sounded like a lunatic... but I didn't care.  I'd been tricked and had almost been made to believe that I was dead... and I truly think that if I would have finished that sentence in the "dream", "they" would have had me trapped there, and I probably would have "died" here.  *shiver*

The entire thing was completely lucid, as far as dreams go... but then again, I don't think that was just a lucid "dream", because I couldn't wake myself up, even though I knew I had to be in a dream.  Scary stuff, and I really hope that never happens again.  I've become extremely suspicious when encountering deceased loved ones during dreams now.

I have had (lucid) dreams I couldn't wake from, too.   I mean, obviously I did wake up from them, but it took a long time and quite a struggle.

In another thread, (http://forum.noblerealms.org/viewtopic.php?id=3080) I speculate that those situations might be dream simulations.  That is, you're in a space that doesn't allow you to alter it whether you're lucid, semi-lucid or non-lucid.  From discussing it with others I think simulation levels of dreaming are both created by our higher selves for training purposes, and I think they're created by hyperdimensional Negs for purposes of harvesting loosh.  ...But discerning between the two may not be cut and dry.

...Lucidity comes to me, also, often as protective response--it happens (at least spontaneously) most often in negative dreams. 

Pinkrlyq, if you find yourself in a dream zone like that again, try exploring the edges.  When I've been in spaces that I can't wake up from, I also find that there are obvious impenetrable barriers--as if the dream is taking place in a bubble.  When I approach the walls, I feel magnetic resistance from them.