Date of dream: Friday, May 20, 2005
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I was in a ramshackle shed that was in the middle of a sunny garden. The
spirit of a woman I used to work with, C__, was there, too (she passed away a
couple of years ago). She was there in the form of a wisp of smoke coming up off
a just-extinguished candle. The smoke formed a little face, with two empty
eyes and an open mouth, and then it dissipated.
Then I was underwater in the ocean with beautiful starfish all around me. I said
something about magic to another person who was underwater with me, and then I
began waving my hands and my legs gracefully through the water, in almost a
Tae Kwon Doo way. I began to float away. "I'm going to heaven," I said to
this other person.
But instead of then proceeding to a place that was at least somewhat good, I
found myself falling at a high speed, bacwards, down a dark shaft. I decided
not to fight it, and let it go for a while...but then I started getting these
bad feelings that I was not on my way to heaven at all, but to HELL instead.
I shook my head back and forth and woke up.
Date of dream: Tuesday, March 01, 2005
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I was at my brother, B__'s, house. Except they were very wealthy and it was
almost like a castle. However, they were all ignoring me like they now
thought they were too good to associate with me.
Defiantly, I left the beautiful mansion they were living
in and went outside. I flew up in the air. Suddenly I was back inside a
mansion, only it was a different one. Magical pieces sculpted out of a glass-like
material were on display on little plates. I went to pick a couple of them
up...but they dissolved in my hand into crumbly pieces. I closed my hand over
them and said, "Let them be restored." When I opened my hand, I now found two
little sculpted pieces depicting wooden lawn furniture...a chair and a love
seat. They were also made of the beautiful glass and were very delicate. I
put them in my pocket.
I wondered what to do next. "Take me to the North Pole," I said. I
immediately flew up into the sky and, after a few moments of doing this, I found
myself dropping like a stone down towards the top of the world. Only the words
*North Pole* were written right on it...and it wasn't quite at the top. The name
of some station near the North Pole was also written right on the earth, but
I can't remember now what the four or five-letter word was. Also, where ice
should have been around the top of the world, there was green land (precog:
when I came into work later on in the day, there was a cookie jar in the shape
of the earth...where ice should have been on the top of it, there was also
green land).
Arctic Map
But I went back to flying through the sky. "Faster...and faster...and
faster!" I said. My speed of flying picked up so much that the wind was ROARING in
my ears. I was flying backwards. I don't think I've ever flown this fast in
a dream!
There was a subtle, gradual change from just flying through the air to flying
in some kind of little spaceship. A woman with dirty blond hair and stringy
bangs was with me. I somehow immediately recognized her as the spirit of
someone who had died. Our ship flew at this incredible speed over a valley with a
city in it, and then seemed to be heading toward a range of black mountains
that had a huge city on the side of it. Most of the buildings there had
brightly colored neon lights on them.
"We DON'T want to go there," she said to me. I looked down at one of my
hands and saw a spot of black growing on a fingertip. I was well aware by this
point that I was dreaming, and thought the spot meant my real, physical body was
dying from having been in the dream state too long...starting with my
fingertips.
And what was it about the city that lay ahead? Was it Hell or something like
it?
She somehow changed the whole dream around. We were suddenly back at my
brother's mansion, and she said we were there to entertain his two young boys (my
nephews). So she and I passed our hands right through the wall into the room
that they were in, to make it look like the hands of ghosts were coming
through the wall at them (now that I'm awake, this seems too scary for my nephews).
I woke myself up, feeling a little worried that my physical body was in
trouble from having been in the dream too long. But what an amazing thing I
discovered...my heart was beating slower than I ever remember it beating, my
breathing was extremely slow and my hands felt like they were floating up in the air!
I think it may have been my astral hands, disconnected from my real hands,
for when I finally did wiggle my fingers the sensation of where they were
spatially seemed to snap back down to on my sides.
Date of dream: Sunday, September 12, 2004
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going to HELL
pulled back, have a spiritual experience where I realize that helping people in need is where it's at
flying toward stars in space, and then planets ... one of the latter is in a crescent phase with its sun
come out of coma, people are helping me along...I think it's real, no longer a dream, although it is
just another dream
at school
another dream -- my drawings are being projected against the sky in what looks almost like a
fireworks display
fly toward distant shore
C______ is there, I try to tell him what's happening in the dream
On distant shore, I get lost -- it turns out I'm in the Back Bay area of Boston, and I fly through
small yards enclosed by cast iron fences...but get stuck behind one. I flap my arms like wings and
finally fly up above it and away, but then I run into a tree branch...which I break with one hand,
and then cast it aside
get caught in an enclosed courtyard...my two cats are there, and the dream seems very real at this
point. I believe that my cats are actually next to my bed and I'm really touching them in the
waking state, so convinced am I of their reality in this dream. but I wake up and my door is shut
and they're not in the room
