Finally got done cleaning up the writing of that higher self dream so I could post it in my DJ. Here's the link. Dream: Spirituality's Just a Clunky Flashlight
The lucid dream is in purple if you read it and want to skip the meditation before, etc.
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Finally got done cleaning up the writing of that higher self dream so I could post it in my DJ. Here's the link. Dream: Spirituality's Just a Clunky Flashlight
The lucid dream is in purple if you read it and want to skip the meditation before, etc.
there was this building it was securly locked and the only way to open it was to hack into it, but was not as simple as that because there was a goliath out of mass effect guarding the place and i mean this thing was Huge. there was 4 of us and
2 of them distracted the goliath from its station and there was a big shoot up and 1 of us got shot and died, so there was me trying to hack this terminal which i succeeded with 2 attempts and managed to somehow detonate the goliath aswell and
we ran and mannaged to slide under the security door before it closed again. Now this is where it all starts feeling important to me, the first door had a mirror on it and had a spy camera there so we got rid of that lol. we opened the door which
had no handle and turned right and then went into this other room it was a bedroom on the left there was another spy camera so we destroyed that. there was this tele i ould hear the static come out of it i mean really loudly and on this table
there were to bugging devices well i destroyed them but funny thing was when i was twisting the devices the frequency of the tv changed and out side of the room i could hear ppl say shut up turn it off, so we did. We ran out of room and now
there were only 2 of us for some reason. i now went down some stairs and saw this guy lying on hay he didnt look to happy got up and went to grab me but i shut the doors and locked him in this is where i ran lol. my mate dissapeard so it was
only me now. I ran up the stairs there where doors everywhere i went in one then ran up these spiralling stairs and at each floor there was about 4 doors i ignored them and kept going up until there was only one door left. NOW this it the special
part this door was different, i opened it and there was this lady she was beautiful she had yellow hair shoulder length egyptian style make up and i cant remember her top she was wearing but she had white tights. She said to me she has been
waiting for me for along time. I now feel like i know her and always have she pulled me to her and yh she ripped a hole in tights and had no knickers well you can see where that leads to something intimite and well yh i woke up, i never got her
name
I did several years back... but had messed up results; going somewhere I had no wish to be.
I think most of the times, especially recently, I AM my HS in Dreams of a certain type. I do meet and talk with others Higher Selves if the need comes up (for them, or myself)
There's this series of games called Persona. It is one of my personal favorites in that explores what it means to be the true self, and to understand one's own soul. Main characters have what is called a Persona, an personification of their own soul that usually helps them to fight. A Persona represents the truest parts of the person good and bad. When one accepts these qualities within themselves, they are granted the ability to call on their Persona. In different games, Personae are summoned in different ways, either crushing a card, calling it out, or using a gun shaped device called an evoker (This one was rather controversial in the games, rated Teen-Mature).
In my enjoyment of the series, I would try to imagine what my true self would be, and I tried to meet he/she/it in my dreams. I tried to facilitate a sense of open mindedness to allow a Persona to take form naturally. The first chance I was lucid, I tried summoning and succeeded. It was a male figure, wearing what resembled a wizard's garb. It was kind of fuzzy for me, but the image got clearer and clearer with time The Persona told me its name, and I innately knew its essence, it was the sum of all of my ideals and traits I liked about myself in its truest form. At a later date in a dream, while I was momentarily lucid, I was in front of a wall of mirrors. I tried summoning again, hoping to get a better look at my positive Persona. However, this persona that manifested was the opposite. He was a red skinned figure. He had wings, and a bit of a grotesque appearance, but it was not malevolent, just the darker parts of myself that I don't like to acknowledge. I knew his name and qualities without exchanging a word.
I'm not sure if I would call them my higher self, but they've come to reflect my truest self, and I draw upon their strength when I need them in my dreams.
Don't know about this being my higher self? Here's the dream... I enter the dream using the wild method. As the dream is forming I find myself floating up some kind of brick well. I see a dark shadow at the top of the well. I tell myself I'm going to confront this dark figure and not be scared of it. As I rose closer I realized it was the grim reaper. I told myself it's just a dream don't be scared. I floated up and yelled "I'm not afraid of you!" and tried to look threw the slit in the hood he was wearing. When I made eye contact it was instant chills up my spine. Inside was me! I stand looking at the reaper form of me directly in the eyes. I ask strongly. " what do you represent?" his face turned angry and he gave a deep yelling groan and hit me with what felt like g-forces of pure energy. I flew back down the well depratley trying to stop myself from falling. I thought I was on my way to hell. I tried to make commands to telaport to a happy location. Nothing was working so I shouted your awake. And I woke instantly. This is the only lucid dream I woke myself up. It was that scary.
Interesting dream. Here's a couple I've had with somewhat related themes:
In the dream I'm sitting in the family room of my childhood home, with the shades drawn. My mind then wanders elsewhere, and I have other less lucid dreams for much of the night. Then abruptly I'm back in the living room, right where the dream left off. A blue-white light floats down the walkway outside of the front window, and the curtains blow inward as it passes. It reaches the front door and comes through the door, at about head height, without opening it. It attacks me, like a scream everywhere at once. I respond with aggressive defiance, while also with another part of my mind appealing to something like 'God' for assistance. Then I wake up. Awake, I feel anger in my heart, and the anger is the aggressive fear of the psychic attack, but experienced from another side.
On another occasion I'm wandering around in a dark building, looking for an intruder that I can also sense. I realize that the intruder is actually myself, looking for the intruder, and there's an instant when they both come into focus as one.
Maybe its not obvious why those dreams are similar to yours, since the forms are quite different, but there's an element there that feels the same to me.
Yes they are similar is some underlying way. I felt the same when I woke... Angry and I felt I was deffinatly attacked by this figure. I feel he was pure evil. I also looked toward "god" to save me as I was falling, although it didn't help.
Rhetorical question....Was it your evil clone who created the dream, so that he could attack you? Or was the dream created to force an open confrontation that would expose something of its true nature, so that you could see how it attacks you, and defend yourself better? For myself, I go back and forth on this a bit, not always sure what's me, or what's helping me, or what just seems to be helping me so that it can lure me into a deeper trap, or what's showing me a trap that I can climb out of so that I won't fall into a deeper one later.
After my dream, I felt like it had been all of my life's difficult experience compressed down to a couple of seconds, so that I could grasp what was really going on. And I felt I was freed a little bit afterwards.
In another dream, in which I struck a blow against something like an evil android, it seemed that it depended on its true nature not being thought about or discussed openly and honestly.
My demon felt that way also - pure hate, with nothing there to redeem. At the same time, after I recognized my own anger, I experienced the dream as a message, not as an attack, and it felt positive and helpful rather than unpleasant. The hate itself was evil, but not that I was able to experience it in that way.
This reminds me of an anecdote someone told me about an acquaintance who tried to ward off a demon with the name of Jesus Christ. The demon said, "I know who he is, but who are you?"
It seems to me that sometimes a person can't escape from an evil. Once it touches you, it has a claim on a part of you, and then some things just have to play out.
But how do you know that your appeal didn't help? I don't think in terms of 'God', and I'm not willing to worship in any case. But it seems to me that we are heard, and that help is patient, often waiting many years for conditions that produce a more real change than what a quick response would.