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    Mytes fractaled mind

    Myte = Myth. Norwegian - English.
    NB! My LD count is since when I became a member here - I have no idea how many I've had during my lifetime.

    How it started
    I've had the strangest experiences since 2004, which is when it all started. That's the year when I would suddenly feel a very strong pressure around my body, and a urgent need of laying down. As I did that, I'd have no idea of what was ahead of me. In seconds my body would sleep, but my mind were fully awake from the very start. I would find myself flying through the air, to real places in the world I've never been to, seeing faces I've never seen before. These travels would always have a purpose, which I would only figure out afterwards, when I'd wake up. During these travels (which do not happen very often, but they do) I see details you wouldn't think was possible. Everything from colors, smells, where things and furniture are placed and so on. When I confront the person it's usually about - in that particular travel - when I'm awake, he or she always says I'm spot on.

    To give you an example:
    I get this urgent feeling of laying down, and I do so. Within seconds I'm "out". Last time that happened, I were drawn to a hospital in Norway. I am then standing in a room and I see a friend from internet (never met in RL) standing next to a bed. She's holding the hand of a man in bed who I assume is her grandfather. The room has a incredible warmth and feeling of love in it. So strong, so intense! I notice his facial features, what she's wearing, how she has her hair, how the room looks like - cutains, furniture, baggage, etc and so on. I am then drawn back, and I wake up. Not in a dream but were I lay down. I contacted the girl online, and asked if that scene sounded familiar to her. She replies a bit shocked that that was her very last moment with her grandfather before he died, while she held his hand. And all my observations were spot on.

    This is why I'd like to keep a dream journal. I'd like to learn more about this, and learn how to control it. As of today this only happens randomly.

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      Kept in heart, not forgotten

      by
      Myte
      , 03-06-2011 at 10:31 AM (Mytes fractaled mind)
      For the last 2-3 years I've had some really really nice "meetings" with an old friend from High School, in dreams. I don't know what type of dream this would be, but it's very real indeed. When I wake up, it's like thinking back when I met up with a friend at the coffeeshop - a memory of it. That's what these dreams feels like too - memories of something very real that happened during my sleep.

      You see, this friend and I may sit on a bench at the harbour, looking out over the fjord/ocean and just talk. In the dream or what ever it is. I can smell the salt ocean, I hear the seagulls and the noise of cars and people in the background. Just as it would be in waken life. And we have the best conversations! It feels safe and very relaxing. There are no change in scenes or in the enviroment. Everything happens cronological, and the timeframe is the same as in waken life. 5 seconds in the dream(?) = 5 seconds in waken life. At least that's how it feels like. We always met outside for some reason.

      Anyway - two nights ago we met again, and I noticed that he was more reserved in a way.. Couldn't really figure out why. The next morning I log on to Facebook and see that he has changed his status to be in a relationship. Well, good for him! I'm already happily married THIS night however, gave a end to it all. This nights meeting happened in the very early morning, the sun hasn't risen yet. It's a rainy day, and we stand on a field of gras. There's a stream just by us with so much water that it's overflowing(?), and covers some of the gras.
      Anyway - he carries a smal wooden bowl and goes to the stream to get some water. While doing that, he tells me that we will not meet again. He takes my hand and we just feel how much we care about each other, while knowing that we've already chosen our paths and that we need to follow them. Then his hand, followed by the rest of his body, dissolve into water. Before I know it, the field of gras has been replaced by a classroom, and the water from him is now a little pond(?) on the floor, pulsing back and forth from a corner and out while these words are being echoed: Kept in heart, not forgotten. Kept in heart, not forgotten. As the words fades away, so does the water on the floor - until I'm left alone.

      For me, this was just a absolutly fantastic closure of something very beautiful. These meetings have been something I've cherished, and they couldn't have ended in a more beautiful way. I highly appreciate these experiences and I'm very grateful. I don't feel I've lost something, rather gained.

      Thank you, H.
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