Originally Posted by
sivason
There is the possability that the dreams are a product of my mind. The reason I think they are mostly what they appear requires an explaination.
It starts off 20ish years ago. I was happily doing my best to master LDing and was about 5 years into it. I got very intense about discapline and really honed skills in a serious and devoted way. My very first encounter was when I had been having a great LD, but I got bored with responsable training, so I decided to make it a sex dream. That should not be a problem as it is my own brain. I summoned up a woman and massage table by knowing that I would see it if I went around a corner. Yep, there she was. I went closer when I felt something new and weird that made me look behind me. A scary tough guy was there. He had an energy about him that was unlike anything I can explian. It was like a new sense that I had never experienced. Somehow I could feel that he was entirely differant from anything else. He knocked me down for being a pervert and held me down with his knee. I could not uncreate him, so I had to end the dream and intentionaly wake up. This had me scared and freaked out.
For a few months following, I had the feeling of people wtching me and following me in my LDs. I could never catch them and assumed it must be weird paranoia. I had the feeling of being weighed and judged, and that seemed parinoid also, but I decided that it would be a good idea to not act violently or creepy, just incase.
One day I was in an LD and decided to make it another sex dream. I summoned an old friend and took her to a nearby shed. I had her start something when suddenly she was gone and a figure appeared. It had the same weird energy that overwhelmed me and screamed to me 'watch out! this is not part of YOUR dream!.' The figure was of a Greek goddess in toga about 60 years old and very authorarian looking. She was glowing and started raging at me for being such a damb pervert. She went on about how much potential I had and why should she put up with me acting like a stupid prev. I ran for my life! Everything in me told me she was some kind of real creature that had somehow got into my dream. I created a church and ran inside and grabbed a crucifix. Nothing happened. I waited 3 or 4 minutes in the church. As I left a guy was on the porch who also glowed and had the weird energy. I ran for my life again and could not force the dream to end. Finally a 3rd man, the same man who had knocked me down (months before) was in front of me and stopped me with some trick that paralysed me. All three of them came close and examined me, I could not move and it felt like alien abduction stories.
I awoke on my grandma's couch, but it was a false awakening. I realized it was a FA. My grandma was there ballancing some throw pillows in her arms. I told her it was a dream, and she denied it. I pointed out her pillows floated an inch above her arm. She transformed back into the violent male and he paralysed me agian. I could not move or wake. They examined me again, then I woke for real.
That story alone would only be weird, except that it was followed up by more dreams. It was always the same 3 DCs. She was the boss, and the other 2 were always with her. Over about 20 more dreams, she would force me to behave and was always watching me. I finally had a dream were I had decided not to run or freak out. She actually calmly talked to me and told me her name. She was willing to help me learn what was going on and train me. I then had many dozens of LDs spread out over years with the same 3 people. They always had an energy I could detect and it made it clear they were not of my dream. The day she told me her name was the first time the other 2 were missing. I looked around and spotted two cats. The cats glowed with the same energy, and I realized it was them. She then trained me to be abvle to detect them even when they transformed and hid behind buildings. The training went on for years. She spent a lot of time helping me walk through walls, and so on.
The story goes on. It turns out that there was a city that existed somewhere (astral) and I was slowly introduced to other entities. I was eventually, after many years, allowed to go there alone and explore. I even got in trouble there and had to spend time in a detention facility. That lasted for about 20 dreams. I would appear in a caged area and an entity who liked me would visit.
This goes on and on... I could write a book, as it involves well over 200 encounters with them over 20ish years. The DCs were always the same 3, plus some new ones.
I even attended the wedding reception of the woman and the tough guy. I learned that the place was in a shell that kept it solid. It was created by a powerful being. The nature of such a being is beyond my understanding. It also turned out that other shells exist in a chaos if some kind. The nicer man was once human, but claimed to have lived there after his death for 40 years. He taught me (I am still begining to learn it) how to travel to other shells, each having its own people and rules.
The chain of events has now taken 20 years and hundreds of LDs. The things they taught me actually made sense and lead to me being able to do the thing taught. The rules of how things work, have built on themselves, and the stability of the DCs, physical laws, and places has been consitant for the whole time. There's more, but that gives you an idea.
So, I am faced with deciding if it is real. I am convinced, but will leave the possability that it is all in my head. If it is all in my head, it seems like an amazingly elaborate practicle joke my brain has pulled on me for 2 decades running. To me it seems like a clear case of, I may as well believe.
About me, I am 41 and highly educated, with no police record (not even a speeding ticket). By most peoples standards I am the model of success and good behavior.
I am not however one who claims to share dreams with anyone I have met. On occasion, I am intruduced to DCs who claim to be dreamers like me.
There you have it, make what you will of it. I however, do not actually care if anyone believes any thing in paticular. My life is happy, and this weird stuff has been a blessing. If anyone wants to follow the path I did, I will try to help them in the Dream Yoga class, but other than wanting to be helpful, the beliefs of others are of little concern to me.
Hmmm, you have a point. He titled the thread with the word debate. I guess to some minds, that means argue agressively until the opponent is crushed or gives up. That is one valid way to look at debate. I however, perfer an exchange of knowledge, and for debaters to refrain from emotions and attacks. That is just my own take on debate. This thread will mostly just go back and forth between "you can not prove it" and "how can you disprove it" which is a useless time killer. I will probably bow out now, as the competitive concept of debate does little to intrest me.
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