apurtell

I had a lucid dream last night. It’s December 09, 2010 (Thursday). I have to be quick since I have to go to work. I was walking on a path through the woods with some man, I think he was taking me somewhere. It was a dirt path, kind of a tanish color so not wet, dry clay like dirt. There were trees on the right, but not real close to the path. I think the left side dropped off a bit toward a type of gulley? I don’t remember water down there, but it dropped to something. I was looking at his face when I suddenly realized that I was dreaming.

He was very ugly, almost scary. I told him I was dreaming, and he didn’t believe me! I said that it didn’t mean he didn’t exist, maybe he did and we just met on this plane, but he just looked upset, almost angry and disbelieving, like I was crazy. I realized if I wasn’t dreaming, I would be afraid of this big, ugly man, but I wasn’t! I knew I wasn’t getting anywhere with him, he didn’t even believe me, so I walked past him down the path where I knew I had seen a younger man and someone else (not sure who now).

I found him and told him I was dreaming, and he instantly believed me. He had short dark hair and wasn’t much taller than me. He quickly directed me in a direction I should go, but I don’t remember him saying anything. The direction he pointed led me to the inside of a building (I don’t remember getting there, only that he pointed to a less visible trail leading off the one we were on).

Inside almost looked like a bar/reception building. There were a few people sitting at tables talking with drinks in front of them, but it wasn’t exactly a party atmosphere. I saw a woman and tried talking to her…everything was so real! I couldn’t believe I was really so aware again in a dream! This is where my memory starts to go in and out. I was standing talking to her, I was a little excited. I remember my Mom was there, which didn’t seem unusual, but she kind of came out of nowhere. I told this woman I was dreaming and that this had happened before. I told her about the dream where I met my unborn daughter and when I met myself. She just kept looking at me, she was middle aged, older than me, but maybe by 10 years? My Mom kept trying to talk to tell her about my dreams as well.

She told me this wasn’t surprising since I’ve done this in past lives as well. She said I’ve been able to do this in 7 of my past 8 lives. I was surprised. So I have had 8 past lives? She said yes. Then she kind of walked away and joined someone at another table. My Mom was upset, like how could she leave now? We were just getting started. I knew she was done talking, and at points I felt my awareness drift, and I knew I had to focus so I wouldn’t fade into a dream.

I tried to focus on who to meet next. I went up to someone to ask who to speak to, and I was standing in front, but between two people facing each other. I think they were men, but I don’t really remember them. Another man appeared, kind of through a fog, and I knew he just appeared because he was needed by me. He didn’t walk up, he just kind of formed there through the fog. He was wearing a suit with no jacket, and he was overweight. I think he may have been balding a bit too, not sure.
Anyway, he looked tired and I kind of laughed and told him so. He smiled and sighed and said he was. It was like he was appearing for work to work with me and I caught him on a tired day. He was sitting behind a wood desk in a swivel leather chair talking to me. I told him what the lady said about my past lives, and he looked surprised. He said “well if that’s the case, what does it take to get you to higher consciousness”? I said I had kind of wondered the same thing. I asked him what he felt I needed to do, did I need to do good deeds for other people or something?

And at this point, I don’t remember more! I do remember my Mom was talking real loud behind me trying to get in her two cents about all of this as well, although I don’t remember what she was saying. I wanted her to stop talking so I could concentrate and hear this man. I told her to be quite, meaning to stop talking, and she just kept talking but at a quieter level. I have the impression she was talking to someone else too, but not 100% about that either. I’m wondering if this may be when I started to lose focus and maybe started dreaming again since I don’t remember more? I don’t remember him answering me.