This dream has been viewed 1545 times.I am at a party with some friends I do not know in waking life. We pull out a small teardrop sized crystal that seems to be a present of some sort. Once we pull it out it raises in the air and expands until it is pushes down on us. It blots out the entire room while pushing us down until we are in another reality. In this reality we go to rob a town bank. Instead they take us to a school and we are robbing pennies from school children lockers. We realize the insanity of what they are doing and get them to take us to the bank. Finally at the bank we are finally getting a bunch of money and begin to make our escape. One of the guys at the bank starts to shoot at us. A shooting melee' occurs where everyone should be getting shot and killed yet no one is hurt and everyone just keeps shooting and we continue escaping. Once in the car we are approached by strange monster like creatures. The attack is long and crazy with very odd strange energy, fire, and other type of attacks on us. But no one is dying. There is a strange metallic type of ball that keeps switching from a spike deal that I fear and know will spin and do serious havoc to ones body to a holed metal ball that oozes blood from it. One of our crew gets it into a metal box that we believe will keep it from doing any damage. We all end up back in the original room before the crystal exploded. I am pulling stuff like clay that keeps coming out of my mouth. It just keeps coming out and coming out. As I pull it out it forms itself into long rectangle pieces of this gray clay. I gather it all up and amazed at this. The clay forms back into the original teardrop crystal and rises into the air until it explodes yet again, this time causing a force that pushes us all back again.
I come to in a class. I am going to try and tell my classmates about the experience I just had but it is too much and too intense. I look around and see a few classmates I know. Dreamtime friends. We now have other classmates that I do not know that have joined us. I look up and see a glass display case with the exact same tear drop crystals that cause the freaking weird experiences I had just experienced. I start to ask if anyone knew what those crystals did and no one seemed to know. I thought to myself oh, hell no, I ainâ??t going through that again. And while I was certain I didnâ??t want to, part of me wanted to see how other people would react to it.
For some reason I was late to class and it was decided I would be the next person to do whatever it was we were suppose to do for the class. The instructor gave me a wooden object, tear-shaped with spikes coming out of the middle of it. I was supposed to go put it into a slot. Once I did the whole freaking reality I began experiencing went insane on me again. I am being rushed/ushered through obstacles and dangers by my instructor and classmates. At one point there are small to large pieces of what appears to be recently melted and reformed metallic/nickel type of flat pieces. There was a huge wall with a partial coin at the top being formed. My classmates keep giving me small to large pieces to fit together. I am on top of large ladder putting them together on a huge wall. I think to myself that I am doing quite well and chalk it up to my ability to sculpt. I see where it's starting to come together and look like a huge quarter. The ladder I am on becomes unstable and I am thrust into the strangest, long, drawn out situation after situation of blocks, cars, everything you can think of trying to come together and squash me. Somehow my instructors and classmates keep intervening, moving stuff and bringing me out of harms way just in the nick of time. It is so quick and yet seems to take forever. Finally I am back with the class and completely, emotionally and physically freaked out and wondering how in the heck they were able to do all the stuff they did. It seemed like a lifetime of ducking, dodging and freaking out. But for some reason it seems it only took two hours and it was now someone else's turn to go through it.
While I am sitting there with the rest of the class I find that no one is doing anything to help the next person. It seems everything that I just went through must have happened solely in my mind. One of the new classmates is smoking a cigarette and telling our instructor how he is dying of liver cancer. I feel for him and immediately go into a small diatribe about how he might benefit from the vitamins that I am (in waking reality) beginning to distribute. I am about to go into detail about how the body digests food improperly and such when I realize he is smoking and that he had said liver cancer. I asked him, â??Doesnâ??t the liver cleanse the blood? And the lungs oxygenate the blood. Maybe if you quit smoking and did the vitamin regimen you might live a lot longer. I wake up.
Additional Comments:Now, this is just a small portion of all the insanity that occurred during this Dreamtime adventure. It was two distinct portions. One, where I am at the party and the tear drop crystal totally transforms the reality and takes us on a mind-bending experience of which I did not even do a bit of justice toâ?¦My explanation is like trying to use just one color to describe the immensity of a rainbow. The second segment with the class is the same. Just too much happened that I cannot reprocess through my waking mind to bring forward for you. I wish I had a device I could strap to my head and bring forth all the imagery of both segments. It would make for a movie that anyone would absolutely love and loathe to experience at the same time. I awoke with beating heart and just shaking from the sheer immensity of it all. Never, ever, in my entire memory have I experienced the wild ride I have just returned from.