The Dream Thread

[Asolsutsesvyl]

To begin with, a dream from 2006, a grim one, and a psycho-spiritual theme. (I mentioned it in a discussion in "Jim Kent +"'s thread, but here is something more complete and some later clarity.)

The quoted write-up is from 2015, but I looked at earlier writing back then. I wrote in the midst of an upheaval and fears about possession by negative entities.

I had had a dream where, in a part of a large house, some people had mysteriously died. Then I was elsewhere, riding along a kind of track in a somewhat unsafe cart. The route is familiar, and I'm accompanying my father. The ride goes up and over a mountain cliff, then there's a malfunction and the cart stops. It then resumes, but eventually it's best for us to get off anyway, at a point where the ride goes through tunnels. We intend to walk on and get help from staff at a point further on. Then my father suddenly collapses and I carry him. Then I encounter a very very large, black leech which intends to prey upon me. I kill it with a kife, and it feels as if I've cut something dark which is inside of/somehow part of myself. There is then the sudden awareness that this enemy is one I have encountered before in different shapes, and that I will encounter it again.

In the dream, I carry on and eventually come back to the house. A person tells me that the bodies of the people who had died contained large amounts of some metal and had all been found in a specific room. I follow him as he goes into that room. Just outside, a large monster then floats under the ceiling towards me. I am aware that this is the same enemy previously encountered, though in a stronger form. It extends something to stab me with, and I grab and hold on to it to avoid the stab. It floats into the room and, hanging on, I follow. There I see the person standing, while in a chair at the other end of the room, there sits a person who radiates malevolent intent. Thinking that I can't fight the monster, and having now become aware that this is a dream, I wake myself up before I get to have a painful experience. However, as I wake up, I'm left with a strange feeling that waking up won't change anything.

The dream came around the time I became emotionally numbed in my late teens. I would spend many years after wondering whether I would ever feel fully again.

When I first wrote down this dream just after having it, I felt an uncomfortable presence in the room, and then a cold sensation followed by numbness on the left side of my stomach.

Later the same day there was a unique (in my life) dissociative experience. [...] "[On the way home from school, at] first I became strangely detached, then outright depersonalized. By the time I had begun to make my way home through the cold, snowy weather, I had lost all emotional awareness, as well as the usual warm "presence" that is normally there within but seldom thought of, and only a very small part of "myself" remained, including physical sensation - though the coldness of the weather had no "impact" and was perceived in an indifferent and neutral manner - as well as my raw intellect. I could "think", mechanically and simply, but as I wrote after getting home, "I know what I think, but I don't feel it.""

After some sleep I felt pretty much normal again. This event was however around the time I became emotionally numbed in general, lots of negative emotion having bottled up with no way to deal with it, except [dissociation].

In the years after, I developed serious issues with intrusive thoughts, automatically comparing myself with and fearing that I had something to do with every evil or terrible thing I heard or read about, etc. I went through everything in life with that inner obstacle slowing and weighing me down.

In dreams, some kind of curious inner division, and inner fighting between two "halves" of the self, are a larger theme. I also described that in 2015:

There's a kind of nightmare which I used to have, since fairly early in childhood and up until some years ago. [Associated with] with splits in emotional attitudes [at unconscious levels]. These were dreams where I was chased by some adversary who, if I was caught, would inflict pain on me. When I became aware that it was a dream, I would then try to wake up before I got to experience something horrible.

Somewhere around 2007-2008 - or so I think - I experienced while awake this split-off "adversary" as a second, more distant emotional "self" (dissociated attitude and parallel "track" of feeling). Upon recognizing it and seeing its role, my immediate, childish response was to somehow "take revenge" in an emotional way - and in return I felt sadness and hurt somewhat "at a distance". Then I took a more constructive approach. Eventually there was a point where I managed to remove the mental "split", and suddenly my mental presence felt twice as large - but I don't think it was a lasting change. I'm guessing that the split I became aware of and explored then may be related to recent events [meaning the inner upheaval].

At a much later point, I overpowered "the adversary" in one dream and then had a calm conversation, and that was the end of those dreams. Since then - but earlier than recent events - there have been further waking experiences involving some kind of mending of splits in emotional attitudes or "selves". Again, no idea exactly what such waking experiences - and even less dreams - have represented in more concrete terms. All I know is that evidently, a great deal was left unresolved. (Though even in recent events, things have been on the whole less messy than they were back in, say, 2007 and 2008. [My mind seeming more solid but a "twist" occcuring further beneath the surface, in the inner upheaval.])

The years are significant. In late 2007, I got acquainted with the Cassiopaean material. In the years after, at times of inner upheaval, inner conflict reached new extremes, in which I began to suspect that some evil external entity had become attached to me.

At the same time, through efforts of will, I had got my mind sharper and better-functioning over the years. The self-work and spiritual knowledge of the Cassiopaea community seemed the key to overcoming the problems I faced. Even when I wrote in 2015, I still thought that the approach of the Cassiopaea community had been the best turning point in my life.

Yet, it did not resolve the deepest issues. It did not make possible a harmonious healing. Instead, the dividing of self from self is furthered through that teaching. It mandates that various psycho-spiritual things simply cannot be admitted in self and in others, and others must be viewed as being there, and specific angles must be maintained when viewing things for the sake of "objectivity". The specific pattern is unique to the group, and presented as better and truer understanding than all alternatives. And for it to be at odds with your personal experience automatically, unambiguously means you are more STS or otherwise defective.

You can relate that to part of what Montalk observed about the developing negative psychic structure of that community, in a warning I did not heed in time. The "two-pronged" way in which people are influenced and which may lead to them struggling senselessly with themselves...

I questioned myself endlessly during my time in the Cassiopaea community, and feared that I may secretly have some evil influence connected to me which may lead to me harming others or being like a trojan horse. Then it turns out that, like other self-fighting people there, I had the shadow of that group projected inwards (introjected), together with everything good about myself projected outwards (onto the group).

Something pulled me out of that mess. As if my spirituality and that of the group turned out to be like oil and water, and the spirit of what I was more deeply about eventually came and lifted me away, even as I ended up inwardly kicking and screaming about it at first in the midst of confusion.

Anyway, in hindsight, and in thinking back to even earlier dreams and symbolism, things from the years before my time in that community often runs symbolically parallel to things during those years. My older teenage mess of self-alienation has something significant in common with the later mess of cult indoctrination. The earlier mess may have not only pushed me towards the group, but also helped prepare me to eventually see through and move away from it, and learn more deeply from it all.

Some of the early dream-themes of self-conflict have repeated in the time after leaving the group, now resolving in a different way over time. As if recapitulating and resolving a series of inner-life lessons differently... I even had a dream like a new version of the 2006 dream, but at the same time a time travel drama in which everything looked different and ended positively.

[flofrog]

To begin with, a dream from 2006, a grim one, and a psycho-spiritual theme. (I mentioned it in a discussion in "Jim Kent +"'s thread, but here is something more complete and some later clarity.)

The quoted write-up is from 2015, but I looked at earlier writing back then. I wrote in the midst of an upheaval and fears about possession by negative entities.

I had had a dream where, in a part of a large house, some people had mysteriously died. Then I was elsewhere, riding along a kind of track in a somewhat unsafe cart. The route is familiar, and I'm accompanying my father. The ride goes up and over a mountain cliff, then there's a malfunction and the cart stops. It then resumes, but eventually it's best for us to get off anyway, at a point where the ride goes through tunnels. We intend to walk on and get help from staff at a point further on. Then my father suddenly collapses and I carry him. Then I encounter a very very large, black leech which intends to prey upon me. I kill it with a kife, and it feels as if I've cut something dark which is inside of/somehow part of myself. There is then the sudden awareness that this enemy is one I have encountered before in different shapes, and that I will encounter it again.

In the dream, I carry on and eventually come back to the house. A person tells me that the bodies of the people who had died contained large amounts of some metal and had all been found in a specific room. I follow him as he goes into that room. Just outside, a large monster then floats under the ceiling towards me. I am aware that this is the same enemy previously encountered, though in a stronger form. It extends something to stab me with, and I grab and hold on to it to avoid the stab. It floats into the room and, hanging on, I follow. There I see the person standing, while in a chair at the other end of the room, there sits a person who radiates malevolent intent. Thinking that I can't fight the monster, and having now become aware that this is a dream, I wake myself up before I get to have a painful experience. However, as I wake up, I'm left with a strange feeling that waking up won't change anything.

The dream came around the time I became emotionally numbed in my late teens. I would spend many years after wondering whether I would ever feel fully again.

When I first wrote down this dream just after having it, I felt an uncomfortable presence in the room, and then a cold sensation followed by numbness on the left side of my stomach.

Later the same day there was a unique (in my life) dissociative experience. [...] "[On the way home from school, at] first I became strangely detached, then outright depersonalized. By the time I had begun to make my way home through the cold, snowy weather, I had lost all emotional awareness, as well as the usual warm "presence" that is normally there within but seldom thought of, and only a very small part of "myself" remained, including physical sensation - though the coldness of the weather had no "impact" and was perceived in an indifferent and neutral manner - as well as my raw intellect. I could "think", mechanically and simply, but as I wrote after getting home, "I know what I think, but I don't feel it.""

After some sleep I felt pretty much normal again. This event was however around the time I became emotionally numbed in general, lots of negative emotion having bottled up with no way to deal with it, except [dissociation].

In the years after, I developed serious issues with intrusive thoughts, automatically comparing myself with and fearing that I had something to do with every evil or terrible thing I heard or read about, etc. I went through everything in life with that inner obstacle slowing and weighing me down.

In dreams, some kind of curious inner division, and inner fighting between two "halves" of the self, are a larger theme. I also described that in 2015:

There's a kind of nightmare which I used to have, since fairly early in childhood and up until some years ago. [Associated with] with splits in emotional attitudes [at unconscious levels]. These were dreams where I was chased by some adversary who, if I was caught, would inflict pain on me. When I became aware that it was a dream, I would then try to wake up before I got to experience something horrible.

Somewhere around 2007-2008 - or so I think - I experienced while awake this split-off "adversary" as a second, more distant emotional "self" (dissociated attitude and parallel "track" of feeling). Upon recognizing it and seeing its role, my immediate, childish response was to somehow "take revenge" in an emotional way - and in return I felt sadness and hurt somewhat "at a distance". Then I took a more constructive approach. Eventually there was a point where I managed to remove the mental "split", and suddenly my mental presence felt twice as large - but I don't think it was a lasting change. I'm guessing that the split I became aware of and explored then may be related to recent events [meaning the inner upheaval].

At a much later point, I overpowered "the adversary" in one dream and then had a calm conversation, and that was the end of those dreams. Since then - but earlier than recent events - there have been further waking experiences involving some kind of mending of splits in emotional attitudes or "selves". Again, no idea exactly what such waking experiences - and even less dreams - have represented in more concrete terms. All I know is that evidently, a great deal was left unresolved. (Though even in recent events, things have been on the whole less messy than they were back in, say, 2007 and 2008. [My mind seeming more solid but a "twist" occcuring further beneath the surface, in the inner upheaval.])

The years are significant. In late 2007, I got acquainted with the Cassiopaean material. In the years after, at times of inner upheaval, inner conflict reached new extremes, in which I began to suspect that some evil external entity had become attached to me.

At the same time, through efforts of will, I had got my mind sharper and better-functioning over the years. The self-work and spiritual knowledge of the Cassiopaea community seemed the key to overcoming the problems I faced. Even when I wrote in 2015, I still thought that the approach of the Cassiopaea community had been the best turning point in my life.

Yet, it did not resolve the deepest issues. It did not make possible a harmonious healing. Instead, the dividing of self from self is furthered through that teaching. It mandates that various psycho-spiritual things simply cannot be admitted in self and in others, and others must be viewed as being there, and specific angles must be maintained when viewing things for the sake of "objectivity". The specific pattern is unique to the group, and presented as better and truer understanding than all alternatives. And for it to be at odds with your personal experience automatically, unambiguously means you are more STS or otherwise defective.

You can relate that to part of what Montalk observed about the developing negative psychic structure of that community, in a warning I did not heed in time. The "two-pronged" way in which people are influenced and which may lead to them struggling senselessly with themselves...

I questioned myself endlessly during my time in the Cassiopaea community, and feared that I may secretly have some evil influence connected to me which may lead to me harming others or being like a trojan horse. Then it turns out that, like other self-fighting people there, I had the shadow of that group projected inwards (introjected), together with everything good about myself projected outwards (onto the group).

Something pulled me out of that mess. As if my spirituality and that of the group turned out to be like oil and water, and the spirit of what I was more deeply about eventually came and lifted me away, even as I ended up inwardly kicking and screaming about it at first in the midst of confusion.

Anyway, in hindsight, and in thinking back to even earlier dreams and symbolism, things from the years before my time in that community often runs symbolically parallel to things during those years. My older teenage mess of self-alienation has something significant in common with the later mess of cult indoctrination. The earlier mess may have not only pushed me towards the group, but also helped prepare me to eventually see through and move away from it, and learn more deeply from it all.

Some of the early dream-themes of self-conflict have repeated in the time after leaving the group, now resolving in a different way over time. As if recapitulating and resolving a series of inner-life lessons differently... I even had a dream like a new version of the 2006 dream, but at the same time a time travel drama in which everything looked different and ended positively.

Courageous, Asol

[Eddie]

(Note:  I also posted this over at Whitley Strieber's site.)

I had this dream last night (dreams are my most frequent venue of contact with other entities [i.e., those not currently incarnated in our particular space/time, or UFO occupants, etc.]).

As I was in bed, I was in a bad mood, thinking about current political turmoil and also about issues in my own life; I was restless and despairing, and unable to sleep. Finally I fell asleep after about 4 AM, and had this dream:

I was attending some meeting with about a dozen other people, in an office building with a mostly glass exterior, meaning that the walls were mostly windows. Someone mentioned UFOs, and another person at the meeting ridiculed him for bringing up the subject. I got up from the meeting to go outside to fetch something from my vehicle. As I opened the front door to the building, I looked up into the sky, and saw a brilliant large object that appeared to be made of flaming gold shoot by; it traversed the entire sky in one second. I ran back to the meeting and said, “I just saw a UFO!”. Most of the other attendees did not believe me, and only one person accompanied me back to the door.

We opened the door and stepped outside, and another flaming golden craft flashed by, and then another, and more in a steady stream. Then one passed over more slowly, and closely; it was not blinding, and we could observe some of the structure of the craft. Then finally one came in very low and landed in the lawn just past our building. It landed so abruptly, and with such a loud metallic KLUNK, that I thought it might have crashed. I ran back inside. The others had heard the impact and were looking out the windows at the craft.

We saw a large door open on the craft, and a stream of people emerged, and began walking toward our building. Some of the group panicked. One led us to the back of the building, to a trap door in the floor, that opened to a ladder leading down to a hidden room. We all went down the ladder to hide. I was the last one down; but as I was getting onto the ladder, the Visitors were right behind me, and followed us down.

These visitors had a normal human appearance, apart from one aspect; about half of them were of normal human size, but the others were smaller, to varying degrees, the smallest of them being less than 3 feet tall, but still normally proportioned. They put us at ease at once with their demeanor; they exuded love and kindness, along with both confidence, and, at the same time, profound humility.  I got the impression that they were emissaries from 4th Density.

They all spoke English. They began mixing with our group, smiling, and having quiet conversations about love, joy, and Oneness. There was furniture, sofas and easy chairs, in the room, and people began sitting and talking. There was one man among the visitors who was attired differently than the others; he had quite an air of rectitude about him, and appeared to be their leader. After a few minutes he asked us all to stand up, hold hands, and form a circle. It seemed that he intended to lead us in some ritual to celebrate love and unity. We all attempted to do this, but found ourselves constrained by the shape of the room, which was long and narrow, and by the furniture in the room. We awkwardly attempted to close the circle, which would have been a long oval, but the dream then ended.

I awoke with a start. The dream was much more vivid and moving than I make it sound here. Clearly, it was a message to me; there are others, from other realms, who watch over us, and wish the best for us. Now, at the time of chaos at the transition of ages, we should focus not on the negative, but upon love and joy, and the goal of unity. THERE IS HOPE.

[Sacred Fool]

Clearly, it was a message to me; there are others, from other realms, who watch over us, and wish the best for us. Now, at the time of chaos at the transition of ages, we should focus not on the negative, but upon love and joy, and the goal of unity. THERE IS HOPE.

May it be so.

Apparently, it's been left up to the dreamer to work out the steps to that circle dance.  That could make an engaging Homecoming presentation someday.
  

[Patrick]

I was dreaming of a field and I picked up a four-leaf clover. I immediately woke up after looking at it.

I think that was the field of consciousness.

[flofrog]

Thanks Patrick, considering how few four leaves cloves are found in a field, that is really helpful for our field consciousness that  you picked already one.

[zedro]

Mod note: This post derives from another thread (DREAMED ABOUT A BOAT) which has been merged with this one. It responds to post #2,855 on the following page:
https://www.bring4th.org/forums/showthread.php?tid=1578&page=96&highlight=dream+thread
Apologies for not being able to link to the exact post.

Funny it's all planes trains and automobiles for me, and confusing city layouts, getting lost, not arriving on time, not knowing my destination, etc. I wouldn't concentrate too much on the mode of travel, but the context surrounding it.

[flofrog]

Funny it's all planes trains and automobiles for me, and confusing city layouts, getting lost, not arriving on time, not knowing my destination, etc. I wouldn't concentrate too much on the mode of travel, but the context surrounding it.

Too funny Zedro… for a whole month in September I had only that kind of dreams … so much that by middle of the month inside the dream I would shrug, and think it’s ok because it ends all right anyway so it’s ok not to know where I go, lol

[zedro]

Funny it's all planes trains and automobiles for me, and confusing city layouts, getting lost, not arriving on time, not knowing my destination, etc. I wouldn't concentrate too much on the mode of travel, but the context surrounding it.

Too funny Zedro… for a whole month in September I had only that kind of dreams … so much that by middle of the month inside the dream I would shrug, and think it’s ok because it ends all right anyway so it’s ok not to know where I go, lol

Yeah I take them as more as a manifestation of my anxieties and not so much as a signification of another underlying problem that needs addressing.

[portermarion]

I know what you mean... I often have such dreams too. But I mostly dream that I'm traveling on a yacht with my wife. We're sailing between beautiful uninhabited islands. The water in the ocean is apparent, and the atmosphere is unreally relaxed. Generally, I've never understood people who dream of buying a yacht before. Honestly, I thought it was crazy. I mean, what do you need a vessel for? Buy yourself a house and rest in it. But no, when I used the service boat rentals miami, I understood why it is so cool. This feeling cannot be put into words, and you have to feel it for yourself.

[IndigoSalvia]

For what it's worth, how were you feeling in the dream? Were you longing? confused? happy? excited? etc.

I've found it useful to start with the feeling or the emotional theme(s) of the dream, and go from there. I usually wake up with that feeling(s) still coursing through me. But this may not work for others.

What is your own personal connection (symbolically) to boats, if any? The boats seem to have different functionality, purposes: small boat for a passenger/baby; a big, easy-to-ride boat; the car/boat with two boats within it; etc.


You're the driver in all scenes, correct? What does that represent to you?

[flofrog]

Welcome here portermarion, you and your quite beautiful dreams..

[Prometheus]

I had a dream that the US and Iran went to war and the US dropped nukes on Iran.

I was hovering over the city, watching fighter craft drop bombs, and then all of a sudden there was a massive nuclear explosion, with this insane music playing in the background in unison with the nuke.

Great dream.