Date of dream: Saturday, February 04, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I dreamed two dreams tonight, though I'm not sure if they were connected together into one dream somehow or if I woke up between them.
In the first dream, I was pregnant with Alan's baby. I was about to give birth, and I could feel the baby getting ready to be born, but Alan was not with me. I was waiting for him to get to wherever I was so that he could witness the birth of our child. Somehow I knew he was on his way, but he didn't show up in time before I woke up or the scene changed.
In the second dream, I was an observer. I had gone to see a movie, and I could see myself watching the screen play out the scenes of the film. Then I was taken into the perspective of just the film alone, and I got to observe it as I would a real movie.
Some kind of tumultuous event had occurred in a village which forced the villagers to flee from it and move into the hills instead. The hills were very dynamic. Some were steep, some had distinct ridges, tree lines, grassy slopes, but they always looked gentle and traversable despite how much distinct personality they had. The people who fled had made their various camps sprawl out all over these hills. Even though they had not lived out there for very long (maybe only a week or two), they had already established quite an impressive camp.
There were various activities interspersed throughout the camp like at a Renaissance faire that one could do to practice or preoccupy themselves for fun. Most of activities were male oriented in order for them to practice their skills of fighting. The camp was militarizing itself as though preparing for war, or for a battle with the opposing force that had taken over their homeland.
The dream focused in on two main characters. A tall, chiseled gorgeous black man and his wife, a pregnant pretty black woman. The man had no shirt on and the woman was wearing a long dark blue dress. They were arguing. The woman felt that her husband had a lack of conviction to her and the unborn baby because he longed to go off to battle with his fellow men to protect their village. At this point in the dream, I became the man for a time as I explained to my wife that I did not want her to doubt that I loved her very much. I tried to explain that I wanted to protect her and our son (it feels like the unborn child was a boy) by going off to battle. I tried to tell her that I wouldn't die or be injured from the fight.
She was unwithstanding and stubbornly wanted to "prove" me wrong by going to see the Oracle (which was quite out of her normal comfort zone. It would have been something I, as the husband, would have tried to pressure her into doing because of my personality and interests in the spiritual during waking life). I agreed to see her without hesitation.
It was nighttime when we went to her temple. It was open and spacious, made entirely of white marble that looked milky in the moonlight, and it had no roof to block out the moon. The sky above was a very dark midnight blue. There were tall marble pillars between 6-10 feet high and marble walls about 4-5 feet high throughout the grounds; there were also places to sit and alcoves to hide in. There was a huge shallow rectangular pool of water right in the middle of the temple. The moonlight glistened sliver off of its rippling water. The Oracle had many female attendants in white dresses walking around tending to her business.
We approached the Oracle and paid her the money she asked for the reading. She explained the procedure of how she would perform her reading, and then we proceeded to act it out. Immediately I became the Oracle. I stood in the deep blue water on one end of the pool while the husband and wife stood in the water on the other side. The husband was on the right, and his wife was on the left in my vision. I then commanded the waters of the pool to submerge us, and we were taken into and underneath the placid surface.
I looked through the water at the husband and his wife. The water of the pool was a swirling liquid of various blue and purple hues. Some were deep, and some were bright. There were cerulean blues, aquamarines, and purples swirling around me in vibrant, rich, dark and neon shades. Each ripple of color was long, smooth (ribbon-like almost) and distinctly separate from all the others: they did not mix or blend together. Like a calm mosaic, the colors were slowly undulating within the peaceful waves of the water.
I noticed that my dress was a light drape of these same blues and purples, and I also saw the colors swirling around the couple. I then scanned their chakras starting at the root chakra and ending at the crown. I quickly scanned the man first by dimming his body to gray and seeing the glowing red of his root chakra. There was a burning red symbol superimposed over it. The same was true with the orange of his sacral chakra and on up in every color until I reached the purple of his crown. It was more difficult for me to make out the 5th, 6th and 7th chakra colors through the water because they were of similar hues. After I had completed the scan, I recalled what each chakra had looked like while it was lit up at its brightest, and I brought a mental image of all seven of his chakras together and then superimposed them over the man's figure. I took a mental picture of that image (symbolized by a flash in the dream) and 'saved' it.
I then moved over to the woman and repeated the procedure. I scanned her chakras without difficulty, but she was possessed with doubt and uncertainty. I could not continue the read because of it, so I called us up from the deep. Once we were on the surface again, the man was upset that I had stopped the read. I explained that I could not read the couple, “not because of him, but because of ‘her’,” and I pointed at his wife. I then became the wife in the dream from that point on.
The Oracle gave my husband back his money in cash. She gave me back my money in two checks and a $5 or a $10 bill. I could not tell which one it was. I was looking at this strange way to give back change so intently and curiously that I did not notice my husband slip away. When I saw that he had disappeared, I went outside looking for him. It was a bit lighter outside at this time, and people were active around the camp. I hopped around looking for him on different hills, but he was nowhere to be found. I heard from people around the camp that he was upset and had gone to fight. I saw the masculine machines and activities that I had seen before around the camp, but I never found him before I woke up.
Date of dream: Tuesday, January 24, 2012
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Lucid Intent?
Yes
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For part of the dream, I was with my parents on their property. My father and I had set up our camping tents by the side of the driveway. Mom had joined us later on during the day to set her tent up as well. We looked like hobo's camping out under the manzanita trees. There was something that had to do with the waterfall as well, but I can't remember what we were doing down there.
Later during the dream, I was over the hill by the spring with a guy (my ex-lover, I suppose, who didn't resemble anyone I know in waking life). It took a lot longer to trek to the spring in my dream than it does in real life, and he and I had actually led a group of people there to camp out. We arrived far ahead of everyone else and began to set up our camp. There was a wooden structure that had been built, with a platform up in the air, and I believe a slide on one side so that people could get down in a hurry (very adultish, I know).
I began to help people unpack their gear to make camp, and I found an unattended bag that I began to riffle through. My ex-lover walked by as I pulled open the pulls from what appeared to be a sleeping bag, only to discover underwear in it. I pretended not to see it and fumbled around with the strap that opened it while asking him if he knew who this bag belonged to. It turns out that it was his. I put it away non-chalantly, digging deeper in the bag for his real sleeping gear.
At one point before the people arrived while we were still scouting out the area we began to discuss our relationship to one another; I think we may have even almost kissed, but that's when the people in our group arrived.
I woke up from that dream and fell asleep to another. I was at the airport with my father and a bunch of other people. We were pilfering around doing God knows what when we noticed that there was a new plane in the hangar. It was Steve Larsen's I believe. Turns out it was almost done being restored... but this plane was not your average airplane. It had a bus on it for the cabin, and bright yellow wings. When we noticed it, the finishing touches were being made, and Steve asked my dad to be the first to fly it.
We all went out to the tarmac and watched my dad get into the plane and taxi it out from the main hangar. When it got about 50 feet away from the hangar, a huge gust of wind shortened its takeoff to about 10 feet, and the plane was whisked up into the air. It was crazy how acrobatic the plane was in the air (and it looked dangerously out of control!). I knew my dad was an amazing pilot, and that if anyone could tame this beast, it was him.
When he landed the plane and got out, he was exhilerated. That's the end of the second dream.
Date of dream: Friday, October 22, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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Lucid Intent?
No
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My Jeep has been broken for the last three months. I dreamed that it was fixed, and the first time I got to drive it, it was in a parking lot over by the movie theatre in Chico. Alan got into the passenger seat, and I drove through East Ave. on Cohassett. We decided to turn into the Scrambles parking lot, but I cut the turn way too close by going in front of two on-coming cars (one was actually a truck). There was a cop behind me on Cohassett. I couldn't control the turn ratio on my Jeep for whatever reason- I think it was because I was unfamiliar with driving it'd been so long.
We watched out of our rear view mirrors while the cop turned into the car dealership across the street and flipped around to pursue us in the parking lot. I pulled into a parking space in front of Walgreens. The cop got out and walked over to my side of the Jeep. I knew her before from one of the psychic classes I'd taken... She had given me a tiny metal urn as small as the tip of my finger. It was still in my Jeep because I didn't really know what to do with it, and I didn't really get along with her during the class anyway so I never thought it was special.
Though she and I had taken a psychic class together before, I could not for the life of me recall where I knew her from. I just felt the feeling that I didn't like her. Finally, she was being so rude to me that I said, "I don't remember how I know you or who in the heck you are!!" and she got huffy and then it dawned on me that she had given me the urn. It was in the center cup holder. I felt really bad that I didn't remember her. The lady cop was so upset that she left. She walked inside the store. The next thing I knew, I had immediately moved into the passenger's seat. I picked up the urn from the center console with my right hand. Then her sidekick walked up to the drivers seat and got in.
I found myself sitting in awe that the lady cop I knew had just left so abruptly. As I played with the urn, taking the tiny little lid on and off, I asked the sidekick lady why she did that and she told me that it was because I didn't recognize who she was. I asked if I was going to get a ticket, and she said that she was not going to give me one. That she wasn't even going to come back!
Right as she said that, Pat (who died at the beginning of this year) and my mother walked up to my side window together. Pat walked over to the drivers side of the Jeep and authoritatively told the lady to get out. She obeyed and Pat got in. She turned the key to the engine and confidently drove me across the parking lot to Scrambles.
We parked far enough away so that the people eating breakfast inside wouldn't notice us. She showed me pictures in my mind's eye on my screen of the different groups of people who were enjoying their food and conversation. Table after table and situation after situation flashed before me of all the people socializing and happy for the communion they were sharing. Pat told me to take a good look at those people. That they were happy. She told me to live my life with the same kinds of spontaneous happiness and loving communication that was expressed with their interactions. She told me that I will be happy myself if I do that. She told me to care for other people and appreciate that small interactions like that are one of many values of love... and then I woke up seconds before the alarm went off.
Additional Comments:
I was so moved that I teared up. She was still in the bedroom with me. Alan's bedroom. I told him my dream and then he got up to take a shower. I thanked her and told her she could come back any time she wants. I told my mom later this morning, and she said that maybe it's a "good bye" of sorts, but it absolutely wasn't. This is the 2nd time I've been able to talk to her. Once when Courtney talked to her in mediumship, and then now.
