Ahktu, don't get yourself down about "being out of practice". I think giving yourself guilt for not writing down your dreams loyally will just throw kinks in the process. I tried keeping a dream journal for awhile... It's hard, for various reasons. Maybe you get woken up by something and need to tend to it before writing. Or maybe you have something to do upon waking (like go to work lol).
Anyways, your dream seems to be kinda orange/yellow ray focused. The mansion obviously represents your life or incarnations. When you associate the job opportunity with the house, it makes me think of how taking that path in life would be like opening the door into another room in that house (a probable future).
Well, mummies are bound, so I can see how they would represent bondage or sado-masochism to the subconscious in some way. They also make me think of death. Maybe it's a communication about an orange ray blockage? The pyramid and opening door make me think of unlocking a higher level of sexuality.
I know that clothes usually represent our ego or our interpretation of ourselves. Were they your clothes? Maybe you're working on rising above the ego (folding and putting away) before the shift (the special visitor)?
Last night I had a very emotional dream. I haven't been writing down my dreams lately (been too preoccupied with life). But this one was more vivid and has stuck with me the whole day. I don't remember the beginning of it. But I do remember there being this sort of music festival that everyone with an open heart was invited to attend. I wanted my family to come, but they couldn't make it. They were all pre-occupied with yellow-ray worldly duties like work or school. My oldest little brother did know about it though. He knew what bands were playing. He wanted to come with me, but wasn't able to make it due to personal business. He said that maybe he would be able to attend next time it was held.
Flash forward to the "music festival". It was really like a kind of hippie commune/woodstock sort of thing. All I remember was getting there in a hurry in the evening after I was done with my yellow-ray duties for quite awhile (felt like I was taking a vacation from work). I set up the tent with two or three of my closest friends from.... where? I felt their presence and knew their vibration, but they didn't have names or faces. The area was an open, grassy field. Then, we slept. Yes, I dreamt of sleeping lol... It felt like recharging. But that particular part of the dream is a bit fuzzy.
The next thing I know, I'm called to awaken by some force. Think of it as a super high pitched noise that only those tuned to a certain frequency can hear, or something of the sort. It was still dark, like midnight. As I poked my head out of the tent, I saw that hundreds of other people were unzipping their tents and waking up. The atmosphere was remarkably different. There was no fear. My friend (one of the actual people I know in real life) stuck her head out too. But we didn't stand up. We rested, halfway outside of the tent, our heads on the grass. I actually couldn't stand up, for some strange reason. I felt like I was being sucked towards the ground, but with no physical strain. I knew that this hypersonic sound was the angelic music of the music festival. The landscape was also transformed. Our tent was now at the base of a large, sentient tree. It didn't move or speak, but it was self aware and resting in the presence of its beloved companions (us). The landscape was lush and hilly, and lit by the light of a billion stars.
My god, the stars! I, along with others, and my friends, who were now both out of the tent, looked up and saw the sky completely lit up with a countless amount of stars. Take an area of the sky about the size of a dime, and there were maybe 100 stars there. What's odd is that they were lucidly clear, white, defined spots on a pitch black background. Not as physically beautiful as the stars we see in waking life, but their beauty was extra-dimensional. They seemed to shift to form whatever everyone in the music festival was thinking about. As I looked up, I saw the constellations and realized that they were our creations, our thoughts projected, our pictures on God's canvas. It felt like the universe was greeting me, like all the stars were singing our names and rejoicing with us. Tears of joy burst out of my eyes. I was looking at the face of the Creator.
I saw Orion, its stars standing out bright against the thousands of stars that now surrounded it. It looked just like the real, physical constellation does. Then I saw Gemini. I remember thinking "That must be Gemini!!!" It looked completely different. It was alive with love. It consisted of thousands of stars composing two parental figures, one male and one female, with long flowing capes that extended across the sky, and two child figures, one male and one female. The female's head was shaped like a five pointed star made of about 120 smaller stars, while the male's head was round. At this point, I looked over at my friends, who were also both crying in joy. The rest of the camp was in a similar state of rapture. The other presences were there, but weren't experiencing it in the same depth as me and my human friends. I don't remember anything after that point.
The dream kinda has a fairly obvious interpretation to me. The music festival with its requirement of an open heart is ascension to fourth density. My family not making it due to work or school represents them not achieving the open heart before the shift (in that probable reality anyway! :p). My brother knowing about it represents my suspicions of him being a wanderer, and being blocked from the open heart due to orange-ray issues.
Taking a vacation from work could represent infrastructure collapse, or just the point of being done with third density matters and "setting up the camp" of fourth density. Setting up the tent may represent the physical work that needs to be done here in third density before the shift. Or it could represent a coming together with those friends who are in the open heart once third density matters are done. Camping seems to represent a coming together with friends and communing with nature to me, so it makes sense that this language was used to describe the transition to fourth.
The sleep is strange, but reminds me of something I read about people going into a three day sleep before waking up to fourth density earth. This also makes sense if I think of the angel's hypersonic song as the fourth density frequency, being sung by angels because of the dropping of the veil. The fact that there was no fear there in the dream is also a dead ringer for fourth density. The landscape being transformed, as well as the lucidity and fluidity of the stars, to me represents the ability to co-create and change the "physical" environment in fourth density. Looking up at the universe and seeing yourself/the Creator makes me think of living with no veil and full awareness of self and other-self as Creator. The tears and free flowing emotion remind me of something I read in a Kryon session which describes compassion as a uniquely human trait, and emotion being a human's special gift and our way of being in this universe. This would explain why me and my friends were crying tears of joy, but those other beings weren't.
The only thing I can't explain was the feeling of lying down and being sucked down, not being able to stand up. I've had several different dreams where I was lying and unable to stand. In one, it happened as I encountered an evil force (was knocked on my back and unable to get up). In another, me and a friend were in an elevator (although she looked a whole lot more angelic than she does in waking life), and we were both lying on our back in awkward, crumpled positions and unable to move much. Could it represent being in an incarnational state?
Anyways, your dream seems to be kinda orange/yellow ray focused. The mansion obviously represents your life or incarnations. When you associate the job opportunity with the house, it makes me think of how taking that path in life would be like opening the door into another room in that house (a probable future).
Well, mummies are bound, so I can see how they would represent bondage or sado-masochism to the subconscious in some way. They also make me think of death. Maybe it's a communication about an orange ray blockage? The pyramid and opening door make me think of unlocking a higher level of sexuality.
I know that clothes usually represent our ego or our interpretation of ourselves. Were they your clothes? Maybe you're working on rising above the ego (folding and putting away) before the shift (the special visitor)?
Last night I had a very emotional dream. I haven't been writing down my dreams lately (been too preoccupied with life). But this one was more vivid and has stuck with me the whole day. I don't remember the beginning of it. But I do remember there being this sort of music festival that everyone with an open heart was invited to attend. I wanted my family to come, but they couldn't make it. They were all pre-occupied with yellow-ray worldly duties like work or school. My oldest little brother did know about it though. He knew what bands were playing. He wanted to come with me, but wasn't able to make it due to personal business. He said that maybe he would be able to attend next time it was held.
Flash forward to the "music festival". It was really like a kind of hippie commune/woodstock sort of thing. All I remember was getting there in a hurry in the evening after I was done with my yellow-ray duties for quite awhile (felt like I was taking a vacation from work). I set up the tent with two or three of my closest friends from.... where? I felt their presence and knew their vibration, but they didn't have names or faces. The area was an open, grassy field. Then, we slept. Yes, I dreamt of sleeping lol... It felt like recharging. But that particular part of the dream is a bit fuzzy.
The next thing I know, I'm called to awaken by some force. Think of it as a super high pitched noise that only those tuned to a certain frequency can hear, or something of the sort. It was still dark, like midnight. As I poked my head out of the tent, I saw that hundreds of other people were unzipping their tents and waking up. The atmosphere was remarkably different. There was no fear. My friend (one of the actual people I know in real life) stuck her head out too. But we didn't stand up. We rested, halfway outside of the tent, our heads on the grass. I actually couldn't stand up, for some strange reason. I felt like I was being sucked towards the ground, but with no physical strain. I knew that this hypersonic sound was the angelic music of the music festival. The landscape was also transformed. Our tent was now at the base of a large, sentient tree. It didn't move or speak, but it was self aware and resting in the presence of its beloved companions (us). The landscape was lush and hilly, and lit by the light of a billion stars.
My god, the stars! I, along with others, and my friends, who were now both out of the tent, looked up and saw the sky completely lit up with a countless amount of stars. Take an area of the sky about the size of a dime, and there were maybe 100 stars there. What's odd is that they were lucidly clear, white, defined spots on a pitch black background. Not as physically beautiful as the stars we see in waking life, but their beauty was extra-dimensional. They seemed to shift to form whatever everyone in the music festival was thinking about. As I looked up, I saw the constellations and realized that they were our creations, our thoughts projected, our pictures on God's canvas. It felt like the universe was greeting me, like all the stars were singing our names and rejoicing with us. Tears of joy burst out of my eyes. I was looking at the face of the Creator.
I saw Orion, its stars standing out bright against the thousands of stars that now surrounded it. It looked just like the real, physical constellation does. Then I saw Gemini. I remember thinking "That must be Gemini!!!" It looked completely different. It was alive with love. It consisted of thousands of stars composing two parental figures, one male and one female, with long flowing capes that extended across the sky, and two child figures, one male and one female. The female's head was shaped like a five pointed star made of about 120 smaller stars, while the male's head was round. At this point, I looked over at my friends, who were also both crying in joy. The rest of the camp was in a similar state of rapture. The other presences were there, but weren't experiencing it in the same depth as me and my human friends. I don't remember anything after that point.
The dream kinda has a fairly obvious interpretation to me. The music festival with its requirement of an open heart is ascension to fourth density. My family not making it due to work or school represents them not achieving the open heart before the shift (in that probable reality anyway! :p). My brother knowing about it represents my suspicions of him being a wanderer, and being blocked from the open heart due to orange-ray issues.
Taking a vacation from work could represent infrastructure collapse, or just the point of being done with third density matters and "setting up the camp" of fourth density. Setting up the tent may represent the physical work that needs to be done here in third density before the shift. Or it could represent a coming together with those friends who are in the open heart once third density matters are done. Camping seems to represent a coming together with friends and communing with nature to me, so it makes sense that this language was used to describe the transition to fourth.
The sleep is strange, but reminds me of something I read about people going into a three day sleep before waking up to fourth density earth. This also makes sense if I think of the angel's hypersonic song as the fourth density frequency, being sung by angels because of the dropping of the veil. The fact that there was no fear there in the dream is also a dead ringer for fourth density. The landscape being transformed, as well as the lucidity and fluidity of the stars, to me represents the ability to co-create and change the "physical" environment in fourth density. Looking up at the universe and seeing yourself/the Creator makes me think of living with no veil and full awareness of self and other-self as Creator. The tears and free flowing emotion remind me of something I read in a Kryon session which describes compassion as a uniquely human trait, and emotion being a human's special gift and our way of being in this universe. This would explain why me and my friends were crying tears of joy, but those other beings weren't.
The only thing I can't explain was the feeling of lying down and being sucked down, not being able to stand up. I've had several different dreams where I was lying and unable to stand. In one, it happened as I encountered an evil force (was knocked on my back and unable to get up). In another, me and a friend were in an elevator (although she looked a whole lot more angelic than she does in waking life), and we were both lying on our back in awkward, crumpled positions and unable to move much. Could it represent being in an incarnational state?