Thread: journey to the ether world

nice journal
i would be scared of ULTRA CONSERVATIVE SUPER POWER RICH CHRISTIAN HIGH IN THE CHURCH FOLKS too ^.^

~16 september 2006~
i'm going to meet my husband for breakfast at a restaurant. i have the dog with me in the car. in the parking lot, i'm looking for a nice cool shady spot to park in, as it's pretty hot outside. i decide to drive to an area thats under construction, and have to drive through the dirt roads to get there. i remember seeing an old man down in this area.
for some reason, i can't drive the car up to these buildings that are in the shade. and suddenly i'm on a bicycle towing the dog in a travel kennel on wheels. i recall the old man saying something like, "c'mon, you can make it up that little slope." but the old man is actually me, watching from his point of view.
i'm trying to ride the bike up this sandy slope, and it turns over, kennel included. i'm frantically digging the kennel out of the sand and open up the top. the dog is lying curled up inside and he's not breathing. i get him out of the kennel, he's a big dog, about 90 lbs, and i start pushing him up on his feet and get him moving. i'm behind him, pushing him up this sandy slope.
somewhere in all this, i'm thinking that i should have my cell phone on me incase my husband calls and i'm not in the parking lot, i can at least tell him where i am and what i'm doing.
i get the dog up top on the sidewalk in front of the stores that are shaded. it's like a strip mall. i give him water (or at least it's my intent), and realize that i have to walk all the way back to the restaurant where i'm supposed to have breakfast.
it just seemed to me to be a lot of work to give the dog a shady place to sit for an hour!! LOL!

~~i had other dreams this day too, but alas, didn't get up quick enough to write them down. i slept most of saturday and part of sunday last weekend. the dreams are few and far between lately.~~

Originally Posted by italianmonkey

nice journal
i would be scared of ULTRA CONSERVATIVE SUPER POWER RICH CHRISTIAN HIGH IN THE CHURCH FOLKS too ^.^
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NO KIDDING!! LOL!

if you'd have seen this t.v. ad, you'd have sworn it was as real as i did. i scared the crap out of my cousin, jumping up and getting ready to leave the house. i still see that guy, hawking his wares and suddenly telling me to leave the house.... it felt like something from a stephen king book.

I like you dreams! They are very interesting.

I don't know if it helps, but here is a basic summary of sleep paralysis. Someone said to me once that the "malevolent presence" is probably just our own anxiety or negativity taking form in the dream, or something like that.

Peace.

Originally Posted by Sekhmet

I like you dreams! They are very interesting.

I don't know if it helps, but here is a basic summary of sleep paralysis. Someone said to me once that the "malevolent presence" is probably just our own anxiety or negativity taking form in the dream, or something like that.

Peace.
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~thank you!!
actually, i'm not quite sure what to make of them either. a lot seem to involve water, but that may be just because i have to ride a ferry to and from work.
i've never had a problem with the sleep paralysis since, and thanks for the link. my husband and i both felt that WE were the problem that night, as he had a strange nightmare also, and before even telling him about the dream i had, made the comment that he felt that something evil was lurking around the house.
at that time, we were in a state of disharmony, for lack of a better word. it was mostly unsurfaced feelings of resentment and anger.
we've both learned our lesson on this.
thanks for posting!!!~~

~~30 september 2006~~

take 1~

i'm in a strange house, really messy. kids i don't know, teenagers live there. i have to use the bathroom they keep delaying me. finally i find a bathroom, all the room are messy. i wade through a floor full of different kinds of house cleaners to the toilet. for some reason, i don't use it.

take 2~

i'm with my brother and we go to a cabin of a couple we know (friends of our parents), except the landscape is like montana or eastern washington. pine trees, not a lot of underbrush. the cabin isn't the same one i remember these people having, but it's really cute all the same. i want to look for chantrelle mushrooms. i go off the side of the road, walking, and see a pair of gloves on top of a pile of all different kinds of mushrooms that someone has already picked. there are little flies, like fruit flies, all in one area, like a cloud. i walk through them, pick up the gloves and look at the mushrooms. no chantrelles. i put the gloves back on the pile of mushrooms and walk to the cabin. mom and dad are there with the couple who own the cabin. there are a couple of more people there i don't know. mom's in the bathroom part of the cabin, which is open to the rest of the house. the toilet is a composting type with just a curtain around it. i pull the curtain and the other side won't pull so i'm messing around with the do-dad on the rail trying to fix it so i can pull it around. the toilet is dirty, like someone had the shits, it's all over the toilet seat. i don't use the toilet.

take 3~

i'm in a jeep cherokee and someone is looking through the window at me, saying hi.

take 4~

a johy wayne movie. the lodge where all the action takes place. they (the bad guys) want to take john wayne's daughter and rape her after they tie him up and make him watch. we're back in the cabin listening to gun shots as john wayne is taking care of the bad guys. the last two shots are definetly from a shotgun.
i still have to pee bad. there's a view of the lodge, now it's a national historic area of where they filmed this john wayne movie. no bathroom.



~~~now i wake up and go to the bathroom. funny how our body functions make our dreams bizarre. the last time i dreamed of bathrooms and having to go, i swear i felt the toilet seat under my butt, heard the tinkle hit the water and felt relief. when i woke up, i had wet the bed!!~~~ LOL!!~~~

~~2 october 2006~~

my husband and i are in a foreign country. it's like the middle east, dry, desert, hot. we've got bicycles, going through a canyon type area with huge pinnacles all around. i'm watching us from a remote area as we're walking the bikes through this area.
now we're in a city/marketplace. and being told by the native peoples that "this isn't where you want to be, get away, go home, you don't want to be here, ect..."
there's other activities going on, i can't remember all of it. but the area seems hostile, angry. lots of mobs of people milling around.

i wake up.

~~i've had a few more dreams since the last post, and, foolishly trusted my memory to recall them upon waking. lazy me!! if i'd grabbed the journal, i wouldn't be mourning the losses of these vivid, yet elusive dreams. shame on me.
let this be a lesson to you all.

use your journals!!!~~

~ 16 october 2006~

i'm at a house like my aunt rosie's place, real familiar. my daughter is married to a black guy. i'm married to a black guy. we're not black. i give my black husband a hug and kiss good night, and he goes to sleep somewhere else, like a guest room, camper, motorhome. he's a very sweet and loving man.
i go to the bedroom and my NOW husband is laying in the bed, asking me if i'm coming to bed soon. i crawl in bed with him.
then i wake up.


~19 october 2006~

this is the dream i just woke from.

i'm on a construction site, the back of a building, like a warehouse. lots of concrete. i'm with my foreman in a articulating man lift (like a jlg) and there aren't any other workers. just tourists, watching, as he's explaning what we do. i need to use the sani-can (here we go again with the bathrooms!&#33
we walk through the building to a carvnival/fair/swapmeet area.
at the carvnival, i'm with an old boyfriend and the love/spark is gone. we decide to change our names and suddenly the love/spark/flutter is back. we're kind, loving, kissing... people are confused. especially his mom and dad.
i meet the old girlfriend of my old boyfriend. she's afraid that we'll get back together again. i ask her to walk with me to the bathrooms, cause i've got to pee. we're looking for a toilet. there's rooms and rooms (stalls) with toilet like things. i finally go in one that looks like a roadside out house. no flushing, just a straight drop to the pit. i go pee and know that the toilet is filthy, that it's touching my privates. yuk.
i'm now with my daughter and some other younger girls. we're in the snow by a brick wall in front of a house. my daughter is about 12-13. she's actually 26 now. she lays on top of this short brick wall and there's snow and ice and bags of fresh fruit sliced up. i fill up a cooking pot with snow and plop it on her tummy. i accidentally fill the pot with fresh apples slices and plop those on her tummy too. the lady of the house comes out and asks if we're messing with her fruit for her salad. i cover my daughters tummy with the apple slices on it and tell her no.
i ask to go inside to use the bathroom. she says that she's just cleaned the carpets and we'll have to go to the bathroom another way. she takes me inside. we go up two or three steps. the walls are bare, there are huge cabinets and closet doors made of dark wood. the capet is looped brown/orange like everything is from the 70's. her husband is working on a broken down dryer. the back is exposed through the wall, like someone built the wall around the dryer. he has the tumbler drum out and is trying to put it back in. the lady says the dryer is broken, t.u. (tits up) she says, and giggles.
the lady is my old boyfriends mom, she seemed familiar, but is actually my NOW husbands mom.
i watch as her husband puts the tumbler drum back in the dryer.

i wake up.

~~again, here's a dream involving toilets and having to pee. this is the first dream i recall since monday. i know i'm dreaming other dreams. how can i get up to record these things? i'm having difficulty getting up.
i try to drink lots of water to make myself get up. but all i'm having are "pee" dreams.~~

~12 november 2006~

there are people i know, seems like my daughter's mother-in-law is one of them, and kittens. they're about a year old, some solid, but one that sticks out in my mind is black with a white blaze down it's back, and white on it's legs and face. i'm at a river now, swimming in the river, going in and out, underwater and back up again like an otter, fluid, smooth, graceful.
i get caught up in the current, it's moving, but not so fast that i can't control my direction. i get turned around, sitting up, facing down stream with my legs up and arms out. i'm watching for boulders underwater. the water is crystal clear and i can see the boulders coming up and watch for them, looking at them all as they pass beneath me. one grazes my heel just the slightest as i lift my legs a little higher to go over it. i come around a bend in the river where it opens up into a pool and there's a tower in the middle, like a diving platform. there's a dam ahead, and to my right is another waterfall, another river or stream coming in. there's a catwalk and trail leading to the edge of it. i grab onto the platform and dive beneath. it seems like i never need to come up for air, like i'm part of the river, playing, diving down, swimming around. it's sweet, beautiful, peaceful, like gliding through the air, but it's water.
i go down to the base of the platform and float around down there, but next thing i know, i'm opening the door to an indoor garden, like a tropical terrarium and see an orange/rust colored seal looking at me. it barks at me and it sounds like "wow". i tell the seal, "you'd better move from there, sweetie, or you'll get stepped on". i step down around the seal, down the stairs. the stairs are planks that are open on top, but filled with dirt, ground cover plants and moss, very similar to the steps i use to go down when i meditate. i walk to through the tropical plants, and this black and white kitten is there, rubbing against me and purring. my daughter's mother-in-law is there saying that if that kitten isn't careful, she's going to get hit by the cars. she's been caught down on the road several times. all i remember waking up is that i wanted to go back into the river and swim some more.

~this was one of the most beautiful, peaceful dreams i've ever had, especially the part of floating down stream and watching the boulders pass beneath me.~

~this dream was about a week ago.~

i'm in the bakery at the prison where i work, but there's an old friend there i haven't seen in almost 7 years. he's parapalegic, but is up walking around on very wobbly legs. i ask where his crutches and wheel chair are. he says he uses them mostly for when he needs to go a long way, but that in this little area, he can walk around a bit. he goes into a closet to get something and falls down. i go in and help him back up. he then goes to his wheelchair, but his legs stiffen up in a spasm. the chair tips over backward, and like slow motion, i watch as he spasms straight and hits his head on the floor. he's not hurt, he knew how to fall without getting hurt. an inmate rights him back up and asks if he's ok.
now i'm with a bunch of other people, to include my husband and his brother. we're all sitting on couches, like we're getting ready to watch a movie. everyone is getting food, drinks, getting settled in and ready. i'm horseplaying with my brother-in-law. wrestling around, tickeling each other and such.
i wake up.

~15 november 2006~

i'm in a park, like a city park, but there's a farmer' market. i meet an older guy who's not "quite right", homeless, ratty clothes, but i see he's a gentle soul and have a bond with the "soul" of him. i'm getting ready to leave and we're talking about giving, compassion, generosity, spiritual stuff. i walk away to get something, but leave all my money in a wad on the edge of the concrete planter where we've been sitting and standing next to. when i come back i see the money is gone. before i left and walked away, he said he was going to do a prayer/ritual/reading for me to help me. he does his ritual and then i walk away.
the money is gone, but he's still there. i ask where the money is and he says i left it but he picked it up before someone walked by and took it. i look through it, knowing that i have a $100.00 bill in it. the bill is gone but i'm wanting to give him a $20.00 or so. i start going through the bills and find a $20.00, but i tell him that there was a $100.00 in it that i wanted to give him instead. he opens a box and the $100.00 is inside the the lid. so i tell him to keep it, that it's the one i wanted to give him anyway. he thanks and blesses me profusely. i walk away knowing i've done the right thing, feeling better. i turn back and see him crawling up on the upper bunk of a bunk bed set. now it like a hospital ward, but still outside. someone tells me that he's "not quite right, but that he's o.k."
now i'm with a group of people and i want to go to my car and show someone how it works because i won't be needing it anymore. i want to get a good pair of walking shoes and a serape' (poncho) because i'll be walking where ever i go. i feel good about not having the money or car anymore, like i'm starting a journey where i know that where ever i go, i'll be safe, protected and provided for. i give the car keys to someone and walk away, saying i don't need the shoes either, when these wear out, new ones will come. i'm suddenly wearing a sarape'. everyone says good-bye and i start to walk away.


in another dream this morning, i'm having lunch with my daughter and a co-worker. this co-worker is fun and funny! he likes to move stuff around in my office, especially when i'm busy and not thinking about it, or pick something up and hand it to me. i unconsciously take it, not thinking about the fact that he's handed me my coffee cup or some off-the-wall thing.
he was putting all the table condiments in front of my plate, i'd move them over in front of my daughter. we were all laughing, moving stuff around, handing each other salt and pepper, silverware and ketchup. it was funny to see us eating and someone handing someone else a packet of sugar or whatever was laying on the table, while they have a fork half-way to their mouth! silly stuff, this dream...

~17 november 2006~

a couple, who are co-workers are telling me about his new invention. the husband has developed something that looks like a mouse pad, only thinner. you can cut it into any shape, round, square, or leave it as large or as small as you want.
he says that it'll heat up a cup of coffee. just set the cup on it and pretty soon, it's steaming. he demonstrates this. then he demonstrates that if you hang a piece of it on the wall and want light, it'll light up the room. it will do anything you want it to do, all you have to do is think about what service you want this invention to perform, and it will do it. hot, cold, light, heat, whatever. just focus on what you want from it.

~i found this rather interesting in light of what i've been reading lately about manifesting whatever you want from the Universal Substance, or the Law of God. the people characterized in the volumes are Hindi Masters, who can travel, create, protect or do anything they desire, as long as it's of a good thing, simply by calling on the Divine Law and making it happen. the books are six volumes, called "The Life and Teaching of the Masters of the Far East, by Baird T. Spalding. i got mine through amazon.com.~

~3 december 2006~

~~i've had several dreams since i've last posted. ones that i can't recall, but were very vivid, lucid, with lots of people i don't know, lots of spirituality conversations. i just can't seem to arouse enough to get them written down. it's gets frustrating to know that i'm being sent these messages, but then again, maybe i'm not supposed to recall them for some reason. maybe it's because the more important messages are to be recalled later. like this one:


it started out like an episode of M.A.S.H.. tents everywhere, like an army camp, army tents. someone was spraying/spreading something throughout the compound. there was only one person who was wearing a mask to protect against this. everyone else fell asleep. when people woke up, the camp had been taken over by other people. they were going around and gathering us all up.
someone had a cart on wheels, with shelves, and was pushing it. it had someone else hidden on it. they were trying to get out/go somewhere else.
i had a couple of photos. one was of bruno groening (a divine healer who lived in germany from 1906-1959), the other was of a friend of his. dieter (deeter) maybe? it was autographed/signed "dieter" and i was told when i saw bruno to give the picture to him and tell him hello from dieter.
the tents are rooms or cottages now, but placed in an open grassy pasture. just rooms/cottages with grassy floors and no ceilings/roofs. i'm entering rooms looking for bruno. i run into two beautiful women, and see many more beautiful women who also seem to be looking around for someone, or going somewhere. these two women step from from this room and i see bruno.
i follow him around and he's busy talking with people, healing, organizing meetings and moving from room/cottage to room/cottage.
i then find myself in a part of the grassy field which is set up with tables and chairs, and people sitting at them like their waiting for customers. i'm asked if i want a tarot reading. i tell her i'm waiting for bruno. the card she draws falls to the floor. i pick it up and give it back to her. it seems the card is actually a photo.
i still have the photos of dieter and bruno. i finally get to bruno again and tell him of seeing dieter and give him the photo. his face softens in a wonderful kind expression like he's remembering this wonderful friend of his. i look around and see a room with a glass wall. dieter is seated at a table in the room. bruno goes in and embraces him and sits to talk with him. he seems very happy.


~~~i'm involved in the bruno groening circle of friends and have been healed by the teachings of bruno groening. it's not unusual that i would dream something like this, but this is the first time i've actually dreamed of bruno, had him in a vivid dream like this and was able to follow him around. i found it very interesting. especially in light of the fact that i received a phone call from germany yesterday and have a conference call with the circle of friends in germany later this morning. coincidence? maybe. did i perhaps manifest this dream as a reinforcement of what it to happen today? maybe.
the only thing i see happening lately is that my dreams are becoming more message oriented, with definite signs of spirituality messaging. they are still complex and involve a lot of different subtle things that i don't understand at the time, but the entire context of the dreams themselves are changing.~~

~31 december 2006~

~~lots of dreams, but can't recall most stuff. i do recall seeing three little toy-like-animated things that very closely resemble dolls i saw made at a rendevous in minnesota earlier this year. one of them was sent to me for christmas. i was waching her being made by the guy camped next to us. i jokingly called her "me, in 800 years," for every time i saw her, and the artist saw me, i was dressed strikingly similar. at one point before i left, i asked the artist if i could make her a necklace and dress her leathers up with beads and stones. "of course," he said, "she's as much a part of you as i am."
in the dream, she and two others are chattering back and forth to each other and to me.
other dreams are snips, but i know they've been very vivid. seems to be relating to a lot of spirituality. and of course, i have my classic, "looking for the toilet" dreams just before i awake and have to go pee. LOL!

i wish every one a great New Year, the year of the boar (the year i was born in), and much Love, Blessings, Peace, Wisdom and Abundance.

spirit~healer

~5 january 2007

a cardboard house - inmates- a new job that started at 830 in the evening.
the house, 2 story is inside a large shed or hangar. only the front, floors and roof are done. the back is only done enough to hang the roof on. i live on the second floor. i have to crawl up on the porch rail, swing myself up and grab some kind of metal pipe, like a stove pipe, only it's made from aluminum foil, or foil tape. it seems that my husband made the house.

my room on the second floor is walled with cardboard filing cabinets, my dresser is cardboard.

there are inmates all around. rudy and ray from the plumbing crew, a lot of inmates from the maintenance shops. one inmate that i recognized because of all his tatoos; used to be an officer. i was trying to get dressed and ready for work at 830 pm. and all these inmates were milling around. i told them all to "clear the area" so that i could get ready. the cardboard file cabinets were only half-wall high and they could see over them. the tatooed-former officer-inmate was being an ass, so i pushed him out of the way.

that's when i woke up.

~mid january 2007~

inmates sam and harvey are in a room, all tile and glass. they're at one end sitting at desks that are on a raised, stage-like affair. they're typing stuff out for something. they motion to me through the glass to come in, and point to the ceiling. there are lights out in the room. i call my crew in to replace the lamps in the fixtures.
end of dream.

~end of january 2007~

lots of little dreams, snippets of stuff, not really clear, but woke with a feeling of having been to a lot of places, seen a lot of people in a very short time. very strange.
i've also had some very strange meditations, mostly during the early morning after i wake up. lots of travel, lots of people, places... can't place any familiarity in any thing. just rambling dreams and meditations.
~~i was very disturbed a couple of weeks ago when i met a young (and i suspect, gay) man working at the health food store i frequent. i personally don't care what his orientation is, but i was compelled to talk with him on the phone to arrange a meeting. he has something to do with my dream and goal. he has been placed in my path for a reason. i had to endure the humiliation and embarassment of telling him that when i closed my eyes to meditate, all i saw were his eyes, to which he reacted exactly as i knew he would, 'oh my god, a come-on from an older lady...'
once i got out of the way that that was NOT where i was going with this, he seemed to be a little more receptive. i simply want to talk to him about who he knows or what he knows that will bring me closer to my dream. i was mortified by my obsessive reaction to him, but also knew that it was not a physical attraction, which is really hard to explain to someone. i'm about as interested in young, gay men as i am liver and onions....
one thing i am relieved of is that he admitted to having the same reaction. at least we're both on the same wave. ~~


~12 february 2007~

i'm looking at rings (which i never wear) at a gem/jewelry show. i've looked at several booths of sunstones set in ring settings. a woman is showing me two really pretty stones that are uniquely cut and finished. the tops are flat, the bottom of the stone is faceted, but there are tiny holes drilled in the flat surface, about half way through, that seem to show some really remarkable color and fire in the sunstones. i don't care for the settings they're in, they seem too frilly and ornate for my taste. i return to a booth where i saw rings and stones done in the same fashion, but the vendor is one of my inmate crew. he's dressed in a black suit with a bolo hat on. (it's the same thing he was wearing the first time i dreamed of him getting out of prison. he was carrying a suit case and looked over his shoulder at me and said, "see ya!" but then i saw him come back and say, "just kidding!")
he's trying to sell me a ring and i tell him that i simply do not wear jewelry. i would have taken stones cut and finished, but no one seemed to have anything that was not set in a ring. even a pendant would have been fine, but every booth only carried rings.
end of dream.