The Dream Thread

[Plenum]

what the heck??

I'm visiting people in dreams now?

jeez.

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for the record, I am probably the most drug free 35 yr old on the PLANET. Don't drink, don't smoke, and never done any of what Meerie describes.

this is slander!!!

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[Meerie]

plenum, do you have a brother who looks like what I described?

[Plenum]

replied in pm

[oguz]

last night i had a kinda different dream.

it was about being circumcised

it's a religious duty for muslim men. they remove flesh from upper penis.

In it, i 'm told i'm going to go to circumcision. Though i already had had years ago, they say it was not enough, a second one needed. i'm shocked and freightened deeply, because it's very painful even with drugs. After this i go to surgeon and get ready to surgery. i'm laid down on table and wait for the surgery. At the moment he begins, the dreams ends.

it was like that

[Ruth]

Last night I dreamt that I was given a giant ball of love and light to hand over to one of the bring4th members with the message: "hold it high for all to see and follow."

The light flowing out from the ball was so very beautiful and filled with love/energy!

Hope it was for you!

Love and light!

[Eddie]

Let's quit "beating around the bush" here. We should all meet up in Dreamtime. Much work can be accomplished there. I cannot think of a more worthy endeavor.

Those of you who know me....and you know who you are.....are cordially invited to join me in Dreamtime whenever you can.

We really should strive to meditate together in Dreamtime. This will be a challenge for those in different time zones, but LLResearch is in the Eastern Time Zone in the U.S. Those of you in other time zones could coordinate with each other.

Who is with me? We are at a new frontier here.

We used to do this many, many centuries ago. I did this in other lives a long, long time ago. It was a regular practice in Neolithic Britain and in Atlantis......and I suspect Egyptian priests did it also.

I love my brothers and sisters so much. Dreamtime is where we can join. Success in this undertaking will bring about unimagined joy....

[Ruth]

Let's quit "beating around the bush" here. We should all meet up in Dreamtime. Much work can be accomplished there. I cannot think of a more worthy endeavor.

Those of you who know me....and you know who you are.....are cordially invited to join me in Dreamtime whenever you can.

We really should strive to meditate together in Dreamtime. This will be a challenge for those in different time zones, but LLResearch is in the Eastern Time Zone in the U.S. Those of you in other time zones could coordinate with each other.

Who is with me? We are at a new frontier here.

We used to do this many, many centuries ago. I did this in other lives a long, long time ago. It was a regular practice in Neolithic Britain and in Atlantis......and I suspect Egyptian priests did it also.

I love my brothers and sisters so much. Dreamtime is where we can join. Success in this undertaking will bring about unimagined joy....

I have done this to a very small degree in this lifetime and we had some interesting results.

What's the plan? What time ET?

I'm game!

[Brittany]

It's been forever since I checked on this thread, but I just had the WEIRDEST dream! It was one of those vivid, more-real-than-real dreams and it left a deep impression on my psyche, though a lot of it doesn't make immediate sense,

I was living in my parents' house again, and apparently I had a younger brother. My friend Jeremy, who lives in another state, lived in my neighborhood in the dream. I was in the kitchen and he was outside in the backyard, leaning over the fence to talk to someone. I'm pretty sure we were using telepathy, because somehow I was talking to him clearly even though there was a brick wall separating us. I asked him what he wanted to do for the day, and he said "Oh, I'm just out here talking to Clayton."

Clayton is a pretty severely STS-oriented individual I've interacted with a few times in the past and haven't spoken to in some time, and in my dream I was very surprised to hear that he was standing right outside my house. I was like "What, really?" Jeremy seemed confused at my reaction. He was like "What, he's only lived on this street forever."

So I walked outside and Clayton was standing there and we just stared at each other, and he looked just as surprised to see me as I was to see him. He looked completely different. Instead of short blonde hair and blue eyes he had long, dark brown hair, dark eyes and darker skin. The facial features didn't match at all, but I was barely even looking at his appearance. I could clearly feel his energy and knew it was him without a doubt, just like everyone else in the dream.

He was acting really odd. He seemed to be trying to act like his usual cold and detached self, yet there was a tremendous warmth radiating out of his aura. It shone through all of his facial features and he seemed to be having a very hard time suppressing it. We were mostly silent, just staring at each other and Jeremy seemed oblivious to everything, and I remember my little brother running around and playing in the background.

Clayton ended up coming into the house where my parents were sitting at the kitchen table. They were talking about random stuff and I suddenly fell on the floor and started having a seizure, and began speaking in language that I knew was Sumerian though I've never heard it spoken. This seemed to upset him and he left the house very quickly. I regained control of myself and followed him out into the backyard yelling "Wait! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Somehow I felt that I had deeply offended him. He stopped and turned and looked at me, and seemed to be trying to decide if he wanted to leave or not. I could feel deep flickers of anger in his aura, but also...perhaps some sort of sadness, and a longing to stay.

He finally stopped walking away and we ended up getting very close to each other, so close I could smell him. The energy was crackling between us and there was a deep sense of intimacy though we were not saying or doing anything. I had an intense urge to reach out and touch him. I wanted to pull him into my arms and comfort him, soothe all the pain I could sense inside of him, but I didn't dare. His presence was tenuous as it was.

I looked into his eyes and said "Your eyes aren't blue. They're brown."
"No they're not." he said, and his eyes turned blue. They they turned gray, green...they began shifting between various colors rapidly and I gasped in amazement at this. He smiled at my reaction- a genuine smile that lit up his whole face. It was such a stark change from his usual expression.

About that time really thick, dark clouds began gathering in the sky and it looked as if it was going to storm. Clayton looked up at the sky and said "if you all survive this, you should _____" (I can't clearly remember what he said to do). Then he smiled and walked away. It started raining. Though it was the middle of the day I could suddenly see a HUGE full moon in the sky, much larger than it should have been. I could hear my neighbors out on their back porch saying something about an eclipse, and sure enough an eclipse started happening. When the moon was fully eclipsed it turned blood red for a moment, then the sky started looking even weirder. Hail started to fall and a piece of it struck me on the arm and stung quite badly. I began running into the house and yelling at my brother to get inside as well.

As I was going in the back door pieces of the SKY started falling into the back yard. The neighbors were yelling "Oh! Look at that one!" as if they thought it was fun. I ran into the kitchen and was watching chunks of the sky fall from the kitchen window. Each time one hit the ground it made a tremendous noise and impact, and I remember thinking that if one fell on the roof it would come straight through. I wondered if it was the harvest or the apocalypse or something like that, but I couldn't muster up the fear I felt like I should be feeling. I was very calm, just watching the sky fall from the window. Then I woke up.

[Eddie]

Sounds like you and Clayton are working on some Karmic issue from a previous incarnation.

[Patrick]

Sounds like you and Clayton are working on some Karmic issue from a previous incarnation.

I've been doing the same sort of work lately in dreams. Some dreams are even testing my polarity. It's weird because in the dream I'm aware that this is what the dream is about and even with that knowledge I sometime fail the test.

Very weird feeling when I wake up after a failure. I just forgive the self and all is well.

[Brittany]

Ugh. The karmic issues in THIS life are complicated enough. I ended up feeling really sad after that dream. It was the feeling that I had seen something wonderful for a brief moment, then it had been stuffed back into its usual box and I could no longer reach it.

[βαθμιαίος]

Ugh. The karmic issues in THIS life are complicated enough. I ended up feeling really sad after that dream. It was the feeling that I had seen something wonderful for a brief moment, then it had been stuffed back into its usual box and I could no longer reach it.

You'll reach it. I have faith in you!

[Brittany]

Just remembered the dream I had last night...part of it, anyway. I dreamed I went to see the doctor for some reason, and he told me that I had an unusually high amount of white blood cells. I was like "What does that mean?" but he wouldn't tell me anything else, and he seemed very irritable. He gave me this huge number of pills he wanted to take and told me a huge number of shots he wanted me to get as well, and I was like "Um, why?" and he wouldn't tell me that, either, though I found out a lot of the pills were iron supplements or something. I didn't want to take any pills or get any shots and he made me very uncomfortable.

There was another part of the dream where I was supposed to take an elevator to hell or something. No idea why I had to go there...I was on a mission or something like that. It didn't look like hell as people picture it...no fire and torture and people screaming and all that. It was just a dark place with a very low vibration. Not a particularly comfortable place to be. After waking I get the sense that I had journeyed to some part of the lower astral planes. There was a man with a very distinct presence involved in some way, but I can't even remember his face now. It was very odd.

There was also a separate dream where I went back to college, and Carla and some of her friends lived nearby and they were helping me with my classes and stuff.

[Unbound]

Interesting, it seems to me that the white blood cells represent your personal protection, and perhaps you feel that certain "authorities" no longer approve of the degree by which you are now taking care of yourself and no longer needing their "supplements".

[Patrick]

Interesting, it seems to me that the white blood cells represent your personal protection, and perhaps you feel that certain "authorities" no longer approve of the degree by which you are now taking care of yourself and no longer needing their "supplements".

Very insightful ! :idea:

[Unbound]

Ehe, I actually quite enjoy reading dreams, it's a good exercise in reading symbolism.

[Plenum]

dreams are the most reliable way of penetrating the veil.

I have stopped using an alarm clock (my mobile phone actually) and the recall is much improved.

if you get get away with it (or trust yourself to wake up in time) it allows you to stay in that hypnogogic state for just a bit longer, enough to stamp details and narrative into your conscious memory bank.

dreams are your personal oracle.

[Brittany]

I had such a strange and distinct dream last night!

I was at some sort of large complex that seemed like a hybrid between a theme park and a shopping mall. I remember there being a roller coaster, but most of it took place in an area with a lot of little shops and such.

There was this long line of people standing in line in front of this desk that looked like an information desk, with a secretary-like woman talking to each person in line. I was trying to get by all the people and go somewhere else, and as I got near the back of the line I heard these men speaking loudly. They were speaking in Spanish and apparently trying to get someone's attention, but no one understood them. They both looked like fairly young Latino men.

As I walked by one of the men was like "Hey, you speak Spanish?" and I was like "Un pequito..." (Just a little). He immediately started talking to me in Spanish and I was trying really hard to understand what he was saying and answer back, but my Spanish skills aren't what they used to be. He spoke some broken English as well. He said they were from the Dominican Republic, or Bolivia. I can't remember which. At one point he said something like "We are STS. Bad men!" But they way they were acting wasn't anything like the STS tactics I'm used to dealing with in my astral trips and I didn't find them frightening. I was like "Uh...so what do you want?"

The men finally pointed at a book laying on a table near the wall. It was a very thick book, and its title was not in English. They apparently wanted it (why they couldn't just walk ten feet and get it I have no idea). I walked over to the book and looked at it, and even thought it wasn't English I realized it was some sort of black magic book, similar to the Satanic Bible. The woman at the desk looked over and was saying something, and I don't think I gave them the book and they ended up leaving.

After they left Aaron showed up and handed me dossiers on them. Apparently they were quite notorious. They were usually together, the dossiers said, and the one I had been speaking with was by far the dominant party, the other one rarely speaking and acting as something of a lackey. It was describing all these things they had done and I was like "Those guys? No way!" They had seemed like lost and frustrated tourists to me, not dark lords.

Eventually I was sitting at a table inside a store, and this police officer comes in with the man I had talked to behind him. The other man was nowhere to be seen. The man pointed at me and said "That is her." The officer walked up to me and I was like crap, did he make up lies about me? But the officer just handed me a stack of money and the two of them walked off. There was a check mixed in with the bills, covered in terrible handwriting and dated from two years ago. I pieced together that the man had been arrested, and had opted to give his possessions (the money) to me before they took him in, which I found somewhat shocking.

I woke up and used the bathroom, then went back to sleep and ran into the man in my dreams again. He was completely by himself this time, and seemed to have no opinion on how he had gotten away from the police officer. We started talking and his English was suddenly much better, and his energy was less distorted. It occurred to me that perhaps the other man had been the true dominant party, and this man could only express himself fully when the other man was away. I asked him why he had chosen the STS path, and he said "Loneliness." I asked him how long he had been following it and he said "757 years." I was attempting to offer him friendship and he said something like "That wouldn't work."

I found a piece of paper and started writing my contact information down on it. At this point I realized we were both dreaming and in the astral planes, and I said "Memorize this, and when you wake up, you can contact me if you want a friend." He seemed to be really considering going for it, but then a ghostly blue woman (not entirely physical) with very cold features appeared and told him to get away from me. I was like all the rest and would just break his heart. He was weakly protesting but I could tell from the massive strength of her aura that they had had this sort of exchange before, and he always lost.

I tried arguing with the woman but she wasn't the slightest bit interested in what I had to say. I yelled at the man that he didn't have to listen to her, but I could tell by his eyes that he had already given up, and would submit to whatever she told him to do. This woman was his master. I wanted to free him so badly, but I knew that he would have to make the choice to leave her himself. She had her claws very deep in his soul, and I felt very sad when I woke up. I hope wherever he is out there, he finds the strength to follow his own path instead of being crushed beneath someone else's.

[xise]

I tend to get a lot of messages in my dreams. About a six months ago I was trying out a very STS life philosophy but it didn't feel right and so I asked for guidance if I was on the right path before sleeping. I had a lucid dream where I am standing in front of a man and ask him if I'm on the right path. He doesn't answer. I know him somehow. I wakeup. I fall back asleep. Then the dream goes to non-lucid portion where it's nighttime and there is an earthquake. I'm on the 2nd floor of my apartment. I start running down the stairs when my the walls collapse and the stairs fall out from underneath me. I keep falling in darkness. But I keep falling for a good 15 seconds. I then wakeup before hitting anything.

Fast forward to about two months ago where I actively decide to pursue positivity (note I find the Law of One material soon thereafter). I have a dream where I'm walking around a city in bright daylight with a female I know from somewhere but can't place. Very lucid. I ask her if I'm on the right path. She smiles and tells me to look around and that I already know the answer. I look down the street and see a yellow school bus. A red building. Bright bright colors in my dream - brighter than a plasma tv. The day is gorgeous. I knew then I was on a brighter path.

Fast forward to today. I had a real life experience for a small opportunity for STO: I saw a homeless man who wasn't begging but sat there mumbling. Shoes torn. Nails dirty. I felt compassion and I went to my car nearby and got about $2 worth of change (I had no other cash). Bent down cause he was mumbling to himself with his eyes closed and didn't seem to notice me (mental health issues? maybe he was praying? drunk? I don't know) He opens his eyes and I'm leaning in and he's like "oh" and I give him the change along with a lollipop (I didn't have any other edibles). My female friend I was with waited by my car and commented that I hadn't noticed he was sitting outside the liquor store and was probably going to buy alcohol again. I told her we probably would do the same if we were in his situation.

I took a nap later on. I had a dream that I don't remember specifically but it was very much life my real life experience. I help a homeless person in need.

I wakeup.

I fall back asleep. Then I dream I'm walking by a tennis court and as I'm walking, the players ask me if I can pickup and throw back a ball that's beside me and outside the court. As I go to pick it up, I see another ball roll in front of me. I'm looking down so I look up. I see the players grinning and they start to lob more balls over to me and tell me to go fetch and return it to them. They are obviously playing with me. Toying with me. I got angry. I felt insulted. Humiliated. I wanted to throw the balls as far away from them as possible. I then wake up.

These two dreams mirror my life. I've always had a good bit of compassion. But I have a big ego. I feel insulted and humiliated often when disrespected and tend to lash out. Although a lot of work on my skills and abilities earlier on the STS-type path has made me superior to a lot of people in everyday social interactions so that I typically quickly assume the alpha or second in command beta male and don't get mistreated. However, that part of me is still there - the part that demands that others treat me with respect or I will destroy them.

It's easy for me for my heart to go out when my ego isn't threatened. I feel something in my heart area when I do these things. A literal warming of the heart (similar to a dull muscle ache from the area). But when faced with other entities that attempt to control me, I revert back to a STS type mindset where I want to dominate them...sigh.

Can anyone offer wisdom or guidance on how to conquer this aspect of my shadow self?

Lost,
Xise

p.s. I think in real life, I think if that happened with the tennis balls, I'm fairly sure I would force myself to act neutral or compassionate - I'm sure I wouldn't throw the balls further away. I would just leave. But I would still be angry. humiliated. Insulted. I pray that I'll have the love and wisdom to change this aspect of myself.

[Meerie]

I fall back asleep. Then I dream I'm walking by a tennis court and as I'm walking, the players ask me if I can pickup and throw back a ball that's beside me and outside the court. As I go to pick it up, I see another ball roll in front of me. I'm looking down so I look up. I see the players grinning and they start to lob more balls over to me and tell me to go fetch and return it to them. They are obviously playing with me. Toying with me. I got angry. I felt insulted. Humiliated. I wanted to throw the balls as far away from them as possible. I then wake up.

These two dreams mirror my life. I've always had a good bit of compassion. But I have a big ego. I feel insulted and humiliated often when disrespected and tend to lash out.

I can relate to that VERY WELL, my friend. As you say it is easy to have an open heart with people who are nice and friendly.
And it is probably a very natural survival-based reaction to lash out to people who are disrespectful, and thus threatening our ego.
I guess there are no easy answers to this, but remember - the person who decides to be disrespectful and annoying does so out of their own free will. We are not responsible for what they do, we are responsible for our OWN reaction to them. In a way they are providing us great service, because they are testing us- someone once told me "you don't learn as much from your friends, as you do from your enemies"

I came across this bit yesterday, maybe you will like it:

"2. Give up your need for control. Be willing to give up your need to always control everything that happens to you and around you – situations, events, people, etc. Whether they are loved ones, coworkers, or just strangers you meet on the street – just allow them to be. Allow everything and everyone to be just as they are and you will see how much better will that make you feel.


“By letting it go it all gets done. The world is won by those who let it go. But when you try and try. The world is beyond winning.” Lao Tzu

3. Give up on blame. Give up on your need to blame others for what you have or don’t have, for what you feel or don’t feel. Stop giving your powers away and start taking responsibility for your life.

6. Give up complaining. Give up your constant need to complain about those many, many, maaany things – people, situations, events that make you unhappy, sad and depressed. Nobody can make you unhappy, no situation can make you sad or miserable unless you allow it to. It’s not the situation that triggers those feelings in you, but how you choose to look at it. Never underestimate the power of positive thinking."

here is the full list :
http://www.wakingtimes.com/2012/03/30/15...-be-happy/

[Brittany]

I think the problem is that you are attempting to conquer this part of yourself instead of accepting and integrating it. Generally, the more you try to force something, the more stubborn it becomes. You can't just purge out your shadow self and suddenly be 100% positive. All experience contributes to who you are today, and all of it can be useful. My time in the darkness allowed me to help people I may otherwise never have reached, so there is no reason for guilt or self-hatred. You simply pick and choose which aspects to bring forward in your life and which to let slide to the background naturally. The healer I see is always telling me "Stop forcing! ALLOW!" Allow your emotions to be, and allow love to fill your heart. If you set your intention to follow the positive path, you'll find your life falling into place around you if you just allow it to be so. It's easier than it sounds.

And don't be afraid to ask for help- from your guides and angels or whatever power you call upon. Convincing yourself that you are alone on your journey is one of the easiest ways to fall into despair and then into negativity.

I was on the negative path for...we'll just say a long time, and I know the challenges that come from emerging out of that lifestyle. For a good while I was crushed with guilt. My pride was so bruised that I immediately became angry any time someone gave me advice. Everything seemed like an attack on my ability to be a worthy human being. My heart felt like a cheap, crappy light bulb that kept flickering on and off, and every time it went off I would become enraged and attempt to control it as if it were a tool instead of the seat of unconditional love. It certainly wasn't a flawless transition and several times I almost fell back into my old ways simply because it took away the feeling that I was dying inside. But I had good friends willing to help me every step of the way, and when I finally swallowed my pride and began calling on my higher assistance I found myself slowly healing.

There won't always automatically be people to create a support network for you. You have to create it yourself. Find positive people who can help you stay in the right mindset, and call on the guys up above day and night. Quite often very dark, suffocating thoughts still begin to fill my head and I feel a part of myself reaching for that old power again, and every time this happens I call on my guides in my mind and ask them to help me keep a positive mindset- to fill my heart with love and assist me in keeping myself focused. Sometimes I have to call on them literally hundreds of times a day, but it works.

You're definitely not alone.

[Ruth]

I tend to get a lot of messages in my dreams. About a six months ago I was trying out a very STS life philosophy but it didn't feel right and so I asked for guidance if I was on the right path before sleeping. I had a lucid dream where I am standing in front of a man and ask him if I'm on the right path. He doesn't answer. I know him somehow. I wakeup. I fall back asleep. Then the dream goes to non-lucid portion where it's nighttime and there is an earthquake. I'm on the 2nd floor of my apartment. I start running down the stairs when my the walls collapse and the stairs fall out from underneath me. I keep falling in darkness. But I keep falling for a good 15 seconds. I then wakeup before hitting anything.

Fast forward to about two months ago where I actively decide to pursue positivity (note I find the Law of One material soon thereafter). I have a dream where I'm walking around a city in bright daylight with a female I know from somewhere but can't place. Very lucid. I ask her if I'm on the right path. She smiles and tells me to look around and that I already know the answer. I look down the street and see a yellow school bus. A red building. Bright bright colors in my dream - brighter than a plasma tv. The day is gorgeous. I knew then I was on a brighter path.

Fast forward to today. I had a real life experience for a small opportunity for STO: I saw a homeless man who wasn't begging but sat there mumbling. Shoes torn. Nails dirty. I felt compassion and I went to my car nearby and got about $2 worth of change (I had no other cash). Bent down cause he was mumbling to himself with his eyes closed and didn't seem to notice me (mental health issues? maybe he was praying? drunk? I don't know) He opens his eyes and I'm leaning in and he's like "oh" and I give him the change along with a lollipop (I didn't have any other edibles). My female friend I was with waited by my car and commented that I hadn't noticed he was sitting outside the liquor store and was probably going to buy alcohol again. I told her we probably would do the same if we were in his situation.

I took a nap later on. I had a dream that I don't remember specifically but it was very much life my real life experience. I help a homeless person in need.

I wakeup.

I fall back asleep. Then I dream I'm walking by a tennis court and as I'm walking, the players ask me if I can pickup and throw back a ball that's beside me and outside the court. As I go to pick it up, I see another ball roll in front of me. I'm looking down so I look up. I see the players grinning and they start to lob more balls over to me and tell me to go fetch and return it to them. They are obviously playing with me. Toying with me. I got angry. I felt insulted. Humiliated. I wanted to throw the balls as far away from them as possible. I then wake up.

These two dreams mirror my life. I've always had a good bit of compassion. But I have a big ego. I feel insulted and humiliated often when disrespected and tend to lash out. Although a lot of work on my skills and abilities earlier on the STS-type path has made me superior to a lot of people in everyday social interactions so that I typically quickly assume the alpha or second in command beta male and don't get mistreated. However, that part of me is still there - the part that demands that others treat me with respect or I will destroy them.

It's easy for me for my heart to go out when my ego isn't threatened. I feel something in my heart area when I do these things. A literal warming of the heart (similar to a dull muscle ache from the area). But when faced with other entities that attempt to control me, I revert back to a STS type mindset where I want to dominate them...sigh.

Can anyone offer wisdom or guidance on how to conquer this aspect of my shadow self?

Lost,
Xise

p.s. I think in real life, I think if that happened with the tennis balls, I'm fairly sure I would force myself to act neutral or compassionate - I'm sure I wouldn't throw the balls further away. I would just leave. But I would still be angry. humiliated. Insulted. I pray that I'll have the love and wisdom to change this aspect of myself.

xise - What a beautiful description of the brighter than plasma world!

When I first read the part of your dream that I bolded, before I read your interpretation, I smiled and thought you'd gotten another answer to your question about being on the right path. It really is a sort of game we are playing here, and I "saw" the tennis players as your guides who were promising to continue sending you opportunities to be of help to others, if that is your wish.

I guess it's all in how you look at things. I'm sure if you keep seeking, your guides will help you figure things out.

[xise]

Thank you for your insights everyone! Much appreciated. I will contemplate what you have all said

[Brittany]

Man, my dreams have been super vivid and odd lately. For some time I could barely remember anything and now wow! Colors! Sounds! Astral trips every night! I wonder what kind of energy might be contributing to this.

I actually don't remember much of my dream last night because it was sooooo long, even though I wasn't asleep for very long when I had it. I remember I ran into these people that all looked like super models- physically "perfect"- two girls and a guy. They dressed very glamorously, all had their hair done up nicely, and they weren't even in a show. That's just how they were. They were surprisingly non-snooty and they instantly started hanging out with me, and we became very good friends in a matter of minutes.

I went back to their house (they seemingly all lived together) with them, and I was apparently planning on spending a good deal of time there because I brought a lot of clothes and things with me. The two girls left and it was just me and the guy sitting in this large bedroom. Everything seemed very open between these individuals. I got the sense that they all had sex with each other on a regular basis without any jealousy issues, and I felt like maybe I was going to get brought into that...ehm...circle as well. I wanted to go to bed and I asked the guy if it would offend him if I changed clothes for bed. He suddenly seemed kind of shy but said he didn't mind.

I ended up spending a ridiculous amount of time deciding what to wear to bed, and was marveling at how many clothes I had brought. It embarrassed me, how worldly I must be making myself look. I ended up settling on a tank top and shorts, not wanting to wear anything too revealing and make it look as if I was throwing myself at the guy, though he seemed open to the possibility.

The girls got home and one of them got really sick, to the point it looked like she might die. She kept dialing the hospital, but every time she called 911 she got one of those really frustrating automated answering machines that just ran everything in circles. I'm pretty sure we were thinking about just throwing her in the car and driving her to the hospital ourselves, but then some random guy showed up talking about a fashion show. A fashion show started taking place in the house while the girl was still really sick, and everything sort of broke down and got nonsensical at that point. There was more to the dream but it didn't really make any sort of cohesive sense.

After that I had another "Clayton dream" as I am coming to call them. In this one I was surprised to get an email from him, and when I opened it up there was this whole article about this book he had apparently just published. The critics were just raving over it, saying it was the best example of literary genius they'd ever seen. There was a picture of the book's cover and several pictures of Clayton. In one he was wearing a futuristic-looking hoodie and sunglasses. It looked like something you would see at comic-con and I was like WTF, he would never dress like that! And I was all like "Oh, good for you." but I couldn't help being a bit jealous that he had apparently published something practically overnight while I've been working on my book for ages and still have yet to be published (or even close to being done). Still, the subject matter of the book was really interesting. Perhaps I can use it in one of my own stories. Maybe my inner muse was attempting to kick me in the butt with this dream, telling me to get myself in gear and get this story done!

[Patrick]

Man, my dreams have been super vivid and odd lately. For some time I could barely remember anything and now wow! Colors! Sounds!...

Same here.

[Ruth]

Man, my dreams have been super vivid and odd lately. For some time I could barely remember anything and now wow! Colors! Sounds!...

Same here.

Me three (or four or five . . .)

I often have very vivid, realistic "working" dreams (as I call them) where I seem to be traveling somewhere to do work, or get instructions. But lately I've had some wild, fantastical type dreams.

[Brittany]

I dreamed that it was my birthday, and I woke up and it was dark outside. The clock said 10:00 and I automatically assumed it was 10 PM. I was like "Whoa, did I sleep all day?" Then my mom told me it was 10 AM and I looked out at the black sky and said "What? But it's totally DARK outside!" and she was like "Yeah." and didn't seem concerned about it. It was odd.

[Brittany]

Another Clayton dream. I'm getting really tired of having them. In this one he for some reason had to stay at my house for a week, and, as I am in all the dreams I have of him, I was living with my parents in their house still. He changed appearance continually throughout the dream, though always a young, white male and no one seemed to notice. In one appearance he had curly brown hair, and in another very short blonde hair with a scar on his face, on his left cheek just below the eye. Only his energy signature remained the same.

As opposed to my last dreams this time he was colder and more despondent than ever, which was really pissing me off seeing how I was supposed to be playing hostess. He would barely talk to me, and then he started painting a long message on my old bedroom door...some kind of manifesto or something, in blue paint. My dad got really mad that he did something like that without asking but Clayton didn't seem to care and kept right on painting.

There was a bizarre "scene" where I was trying to shower and my dad and Clayton were both in the bathroom for some reason, and I was trying to make sure they couldn't see me behind the shower curtain. Just being that near to Clayton I began feeling dizzy because of the pressure of his aura and I fell in the shower and hurt myself, and my dad spent half of the rest of the dream asking me if I was okay. I also spent a lot of time in the dream changing clothes for some random reason. I usually associate clothing with personality in dreams, so it was as if I was shuffling through personalities.

Oh, and he also had a crazy older sister who wanted to destroy/enslave the planet, and she had some sort of device that was supposed to perpetuate said annihilation. As she got close to detonating the device I just said I didn't care what she did. It didn't matter in the end. This seemed to upset her and we ended up talking for a long time. In the end she started crying and baring her emotions to me and I talked her down from killing/enslaving everyone.

The previous scene happened in some sort of restaurant or bar, and after all the drama Clayton handed me a bag of M&Ms. I was like "thanks" and he said he was only giving it to me because he was in debt to my parents for letting him stay at the house. I grumbled that he didn't have to make up excuses. Handing someone a bag of M&Ms surely wouldn't lose him THAT much polarity, and this seemed to annoy him greatly and he began walking away from me. He walked up a flight of stairs and I yelled after him "The more you run from the fire, the hotter it's going to burn!" But he wouldn't come back down, and I felt sad and angry and frustrated, and woke up feeling the same.

Sigh.

[Brittany]

The super intense dreams are almost becoming too much to bear. Last night was so fully of highly compacted emotions and images that I spent a good part of the dream weeping uncontrollably.

I barely remember the first dream. I just remember there was a message I was supposed to give TheEternal, and some sort of symbol in front of my vision. I don't fully remember the symbol or the message, but I remember there was some very intense feeling in the dream.

In the second dream my dad was dying of some disease. There was a lot of graveyard imagery in the dream. We all lived in this quaint little town with an old graveyard. I was very upset about the fact that he was dying. I remember that we were in this dark room, and he lit some candles, but somehow the fire was blue, and it cast this amazing light across the room, and it looked like blue and indigo jewels shimmering all over the floor. This ethereal music began to play and I could see my father's True Soul, and the experience was so beautiful that I began weeping profusely. The emotion was only compounded by the fact that I knew he was going to die soon. It literally felt like my heart was going to burst. Then he died, and a lot of other people started dying, including young, healthy people who died suddenly of heart attacks. It was like people all over the earth were just deciding it was their time to go.

Shortly after that I remember seeing horrible images of war on TV screens that had been set up in the streets. The most graphic, grotesque scenes of slaughter and terror, and everyone was just staring at the TVs, transfixed. I turned away, unable to look. It seemed like the whole world was breaking out into complete chaotic war.

After that I had a dream where I had a baby. As is usual for dreams where I have children, there didn't seem to be a father. I simply had an infant. I was freaking out because it had happened so suddenly and I didn't know how to take care of a baby. I realized I didn't even know how to change a diaper. I didn't know what to feed it. I didn't know anything. In one part of the dream I was desperately searching the store I work at for diapers, not even knowing which kind to buy. I thought I should give it up for adoption, but as I stared down at the little girl I felt so close to her. When she was just a few weeks old she was already standing and speaking. I realized she was a very special baby who would do amazing things.

Then the baby girl got really sick somehow. For some reason I felt that this one man who was the leader of a crime ring or something like that could tell me how to cure her. Then there was this random scene inserted into the dream that seemingly had nothing to do with the rest of the dream, in which the Joker was telling someone that Batman was dying, and he was going to save him because neither of them could exist without the other. There always had to be Batman and the Joker. You couldn't have just one of them.

After that I went back to the regular plot of the dream. One of my friends and I decided to break into the base of this crime lord to try to get his help. We had to swim underwater through all these tunnels...it was a very arduous task, breaking into the place. Finally we got in there and I realized the crime lord and all his goons were sitting very close to us, and they could easily see us if they looked in the right spot. I was trying to hide but suddenly my friend started standing up, pointing at nothing and smiling widely. I soon realized that one of they crime lord's lackeys- an older woman- had seen my friend and hypnotized her, and was making her think she was somewhere else.

The woman came over and I ended up punching her in the face, which broke my friend out of the illusion, but it also alerted everyone in the room to our presence. The crime lord came over and I begged him to help me save my daughter. He said no, he was going to have us put in jail for breaking into private property. But I just kept begging and pleading with him, and he finally relented, probably so I would shut up and leave him alone.

I was suddenly sitting in a chair sort of like a dentist chair, as it reclined back the way a dentist chair does. He stood in front of me and started speaking, and as he spoke pictures started forming from his words over my head. He started talking about REALLY complex things I couldn't understand...all sorts of leylines and energy webs around the world, and all these different bloodlines in history that were connected to it all somehow. I was straining to grasp even the essence of what he was talking about, as the concept was so huge my brain felt like it would burst when I even tried to understand it. He talked about Napoleon Bonaparte for a good while. I don't remember half of what he said, but I remember he said that Napoleon was very creative, both on the battlefield and off. He said that Napoleon was a great artist with a unique style, though most people didn't know this about him.

He then started talking about someone else important, though I don't remember who it was, and he put his mouth right next to mine, his lips lightly touching mine. I thought he was trying to kiss me, but then he spoke. Instead of words, it was more like some sort of pure vibrational language. I felt a vibration pass through me, and it just sounded like sounds, but somehow I realized it was a genuine language. As he did this, I began to experience the life of the person he was talking about, as if I was in his body. Apparently whoever the man was he had undergone something extremely painful, because I actually had to detach my consciousness from my body for a while because I was experiencing all his pain.

After all this happened I was like "Well, that was interesting, but how does it relate to my daughter?"

The crime lord said that my daughter needed a blood transfusion from the proper bloodline. Then I woke up. I felt very emotional after this dream, though I still don't understand the significance of most of it. The dreams I have been having lately stay with me long into the day.

[xise]

another dream:

I'm at dinner. nice restaurant. they put a big juicy 24 oz steak in front of me. I'm sitting with a good friend of mine - a genuinely good soul and roommate, though he is not a spiritual person.

I cut all off the fat slowly. (I love steak in real life). I start eating. about halfway through, I remember that I recently became vegetarian (in real life: 3 weeks ago...tho I was veg for 5 yrs of me life about 10 yrs ago due to moral/spiritual reasons...and as an aside I believe its a personal decision). I think well damn, I'm gonna have to figure out if I'm gonna make meat something for special occasions or just promise to never do this again. but I guess I might as well finish eating the meat in front of me besides it'll look weird if I suddenly stop eating. as I think that last thought - what's the harm - I feel a tug in my heart area

(I've experienced this is real life - I'm a casual smoker and one of my bar friend always tells me I should stop smoking and I always for the past year smile and say back I should and then light up anyway. about three weeks ago I'm at a bar and the same exchange happens, probably the first time since I've actively decided on a life of positivity and started feeling stuff physically in my heart area. but this time I felt a tug in my heart as I spoke the words. and I knew I had to follow my heart so I got up walked over to the trash and threw out basically a brand new pack of organic American spirits and my lighter)

so in my dream I feel a tug in ny heart as I think what's the harm of finishing the steak. then I know I shouldn't. I stop eating the steak. and then I wake up.

I didn't interpret this dream about eating meat. I felt it was more about listening to your heart. it felt like some sort of test. and I think I passed. yay .

much love,
xise