Thread: [†] Citadel of Dreams [†]

This thread will be an almost complete collection of all my dreams, lucid dreams, nightmares, realizations, and other matters relating to spirituality and the dream world.

It will contain both things from the world of dreams and the waking world, as I also practice things such as automatic writing and automatic art. It also explores my transition from atheist to agnostic, to a believer in Christ (Catholic).

But don't worry about me going off on some God and Jesus mumbo-jumbo. While I will explore that aspect, I am most certainly NOT the type to go forcing my religion down the throats of others. I don't expect anyone to believe in the same things I do and while I welcome a discussion about it, I don't appreciate anyone telling me that it's a bunch of lies or that spirit guides and God doesn't exist, etc etc.

So take it for what it is worth.

And given the nature of some of the things I've been told in the past, there are some dreams that I won't be able to post on here due to the fact that they are more like revelations, and my guides may not want me to post them. I will post as many things as I can, but if I think that what they are saying is a proper revelation that should be discussed with a priest, then I'll ask for permission to post it before I actually do. If I'm not allowed, I'll simply make a note about it.

I keep my main journal as a handwritten account in a special notebook, so bear with me as I copy it all out.

Feel free to comment as you see fit, and I welcome any questions or discussions that you may have on the subjects that arise.

The First Lucid Dream

The first time that I met this spirit was scary yet familiar. I was lying in bed and hadn't realized that I'd fallen asleep. It was the middle of the day, and I don't even remember closing my eyes.

My hand was resting near my hip and I was lying slightly on my side, yet looking up at the roof. I felt a tug on the blankets at my waist, and figured the cat was climbing onto the bed and was pulling the sheets. Then I felt warmth at my back, and thinking it was once again the cat, I waited for the sheets to loosen up. But they didn’t.

I then realized that the warm at my back was too big to be the cat, and I began to think. It felt more like a male chest. That’s when a hand seemed to clamp down over my own and wouldn’t let me move. Not even a centimetre.

The one around my waist pinned me down as well. I also felt a face in behind my ear, resting against my head. It then made this strange noise, like it was licking its lips and smacking them together, like one does when eating an ice cream. I could feel it breathing on me.

I tried to turn around and look at it, but there was nothing there. I also couldn’t turn my head much to see anything anyway, because its head was there. I hadn’t been frightened, but I used my right thumb to jab it in the underside of the chin, really hard. It didn’t affect it, but it felt like a real person, even though I couldn’t see it. It seemed familiar, and I could have quite easily have laid there and relaxed. It then faded out, and I knew that I was now awake, and had been dreaming.

The Second Lucid Dream


I was lying on my bed, slightly on my right side, and I'd fallen asleep again without realizing it. Though, it was dark this time. I was staring at the door and felt a pressure like an arm across my shoulders, pinning me down. Once again, I felt its face nect to my own, and then it opened its mouth.

This time though, I heard screaming, It was a man screaming, with several others in the background. They sounded like they were a long distance away, but not on this plane. The screams were cut off quickly, and this thing then bit me on the neck. While I felt it easily, I think the shock of it more than any pain was what caused me to jump and snap awake.

After that, I began wondering if it was a spirit of some sort, so I looked up things about spirits, spirit guides, and how to communicate with them on this awesome site called www.crystalinks.com

I began to meditate to increase my spiritual awarenessm and after my first contact through automatic writing, my hands and arms would contort painfully. Though, they've stopped doing that a long time ago. (It is now 2008.)

I couldn't really make much sense at the time, but I believed that his name was either Damien or Mobster. I figured the biting thing was because he was mad that I'd jabbed him with my thumb. I also came to believe that he was my spirit guide, and that Mobster may have been his nickname.

The Third Lucid Dream


This encounter was far more pleasant, as I thought I'd figured out what he was. It was more of a dreamlike state this time, and was the first encounter I'd had in which I wasn't just laying in bed. I was standing in front of a house, looking at a cobbled street and nice little garden with a wrought-iron fence. There was a big tree to the right, and the road sloped down that way too. I got the impression that it was an Italian city of sorts. It was dark, but there wa sa full moon and I could see clearly.

There was a red and silver car parked out the front, much like the one that mum's nephew - Jason - owned. I started floating towards it, and I was suddenly in the back of it, whatching the two shadows in the front seats talking. I couldn't see their faces, but the passenger was a woman, and the driver was a man. I looked in the rearview mirror, and saw something sitting behind me. It was blurry, but almost looked like me.

I felt these warm hands on my shoulders, and lips near my ear saying "Sh...Shhh!" It seemed to be this spirit guide, but he wanted me to be quiet for some reason.

Suddely we were back in front of the house, but facing the wall. He was tickling me, and we were quite happy. I could see his hands, but I couldn't think to look up at his face. After that, it faded out.

The Fourth Lucid Dream


I think he showed up once more before this encounter, but I forgot what happened before I wrote it down.

This time I had a weird dream. It was about these gemstones that I had to collect and fit in a circle around my navel. There was also a little Hopi Indian thatlike my guide, as if I was Indiana Jones. But he was a traitor. There was also some creepy guy named Juse and his assistant, and I believe he was after the gems to do evil. So I laid on my front and pretended I was dead so that he wouldn't see where I'd hidden them. This was after I'd pried a gem out of the eye of this bald eagle symbol on the floor, that resembled the Presidential Seal.

In the end, my guide showed up again, and I ran my hand up his arm before rolling over and onto his chest. But everything went into these strange colours, like looking through a scratchlight image, similar to stained glass. He then faded out from under my until I was laying on my pillow again.

The Fifth Lucid Dream


He showed up a few more times, but I can't remember details. Usually it just involves us laying there. He's quite cuddly, which is interesting, I've never been a cuddly person, and I dislike people touching me like that in waking life. I'm not one for displays of affection, but he made it seem quite relaxed and comfortable, and pleasant to be there.