lucid

Again, I have to add this to my "crazy dream" collection.I'm starting to wonder if my nasty headaches have something to do with opening up a barrier in my spiritual receptivity. I know that's out there, but I've noticed I'm more inclined to pick up on such when I have a migraine. Maybe I have a migraine because I'm receiving that information....Whatever.....

Anyway, I had a dream last night that I was sitting in a restaurant in Asia somewhere, I think Japan or one of the Koreas. I was wearing a white formal suit with the tie/bow. I was seated at a table next to a four/five foot wall, and was only several seats away from the entrance and the big front windows (which were to my left). To my right was a long walkway and it went back into the kitchen's behind large metal swinging doors.

I was there with a colleague/friend who was Chinese and apparently worked for Chinese intelligence. We were talking about something important; about our mission, and how "they wouldn't see it coming".

One of the cooks came out to us and was talking to us. He was an older man. He asked me if my soup was okay and I told him that I thought it smelled funny. He freaked out and offered to taste it for me to see what was wrong. He took it with him back to the kitchens where he tasted it and almost immediately began gagging and reacting badly to the poison that he had ingested. I looked at my counterpart wearily, before we got up and left, with nervous smiles on our faces.

The dream faded out there and then back in.

We were in a near empty office in a tall building in a large city. To my right was a window that looked out into the rest of the exterior office cubicals. It was dark, and there was a screen on that had green on it and what looked like codes for something. In the office, I was hacking into a locked computer (you know how you put a password on the computer user? It was like that, only military/government grade encryption). My Chinese colleague burst in saying that we were running out of time and I was getting anxious that the files wouldn't download to my external hard-drive fast enough.

The numbers 666 7109 came up, and I jumped in excitement saying that these were the codes we needed.

Somewhere in there, someone mentioned a plot of something (assassination?) against Hu Jintao and at some point I was also viewing a lot of this from the 1st person perspective of the Russian Prime Minister and president elect Vladimir Putin, as if he had something to do with all of this.


And then I woke up. Those numbers are going to bug me. Big time. All I know is that those codes were really important for some reason and that whatever was going on was a time bomb waiting to go off.

I also marked this as both lucid and non-lucid. I was lucid and had some control over my actions, but at the same time the plot and conflict seemed predetermined by something else.

I had the craziest dream last night. I'm a part of this reincarnation forum elsewhere and in this dream we got a new member who had only one post on the entire forum and had taken the liberty to private message me there.

She said that she had a "spiritual connection with the Gods" (I think she was referencing the Greek pantheon, if I'm not mistaken) and that they had told her that I was "of importance".

I remembering laughing and being like "yeah whatever". But she seemed to know a lot about me that she couldn't have possibly known otherwise.

She also referenced my recollections of my soviet past life several times and also stating that I had been given a "divine assignment" in this life that dealt with from her words, "liberty for all".


Hmmm......

For the record, I consider myself to be Pagan since a lot of my beliefs are derived from Eastern philosphies and pagan beliefs. I am not necessarily polytheistic. I believe in A Creator, which is synonymous with the universe and all the deities from the various pantheons are simply powerful deities that work under the Creator and co-exist with one another.

How that has anything to do with this though, I'm not sure.

This is a dream I had several weeks ago, and neglected to post about. This was partially lucid, and partially just a regular dream.

In this dream, I had escaped from America for reasons unknown to me. I had chosen the People's Republic of China to seek political asylum in

I was walking around this large temple like area, presumably in Beijing. It was sunset, and they were about to start firing fireworks in commemoration of some important event. It was like the Forbidden City, but I'm not sure if that's where it was.

There were people sitting at small round tables, talking and eating. I began running around frantically, asking if anyone knew how to speak English. I do not know Chinese in real life, outside of "Ni'hao" and what little I pick up from music. So I was yelling all of this in English.

At a far table, near a pillar and the steps that lead off of the building, two men were sitting there. One was older, about 40 and was laughing at me. The other was about 20 and had short, neatly cut hair and classes. They were both Chinese. The younger of the two shot the other a dirty look before standing up and saying "I speak English". He explained that he was a student journalist from a nearby university and that it was necessary for him to know the language. He asked me what my problem was and I explained my situation to him. I asked him if there was anywhere nearby where I could go to get a passport or authorisation to remain in the country legally. He asked me why I chose China instead of Canada, and I shrugged my shoulders replying "It seemed like a good idea at the time".

Later in the dream after I had been given authorisation to remain in the country legally, my reasoning was revealed to me. I was in a Chinese military base or government building with a general and several of his men. I was examining an air travel map between Asia and N. America. Canada had completely shut down their borders and were not allowing any refugees from what was going on in America, to enter their country. They wished to remain "neutral".

I remember explaining to the general that I had to go back to America and "help the resistance" but that I could not enter into America the usual way. Canada was not an option. If I entered directly into America, I would be detained at the airport, border crossing, etcetera, and the plan would fail. The general suggested creating a diversion that would allow me to slip into the country unnoticed.

And this diversion was bombing New York City


Then I woke up, relieved to find that it was just a dream. Gotta love the surreal nature of the subconcious sometimes