Originally Posted by Serenity
Mine's kind of a long story. My dream guide ("Danny" for the purpose of these forums. It's not his real name) actually found me, when I was in my early teens. I never had to find him in dreams, he just started showing up in them.
I went through a phase in my early 20's where I pretty much abandoned dreams, spirituality, etc. It was difficult, because I believe in it so much, but I didn't know how to explain it or talk about it to people around me, so I tried to ignore it, instead.
So, what I'm about to post was the adventure of having to tear down the walls I had built. I literally had to start from a deep meditation, which included a visualization of me taking a hammer to the walls I had built. Danny didn't start coming around again until I had done this.
So, here is his first summoned appearance, since it all happened
That's cool that he just came flying out of nowhere.
Originally Posted by DarkoMarco
At age 17 me and my family moved into a new nieghborhood, a new house. I took the attic room. After being there for a month and a half, my mother, myself, and one of my best freinds were all convinced the house was haunted. There was a constant sense of something watching you in that house, it was,,,, unnerving.
After being in the house for a couple of months, we became aquainted with our next door neighbor, a jolly talkative woman in her late twenties who was pregnant at the time. After becoming aquainted she wasted no time in telling us that the previous occupant of the house had run into some trouble with the law, didn't wanna go to prison, and hung himself, in the attic room, which was now my bedroom.
After being there for about seven months, I had this lucid dream.
I was on my way home, walking back from a freinds house. I realized I was dreaming. Immediatly after I realized I was dreaming, a short, smallish built gentleman in his late fifties approached me. I never saw his face. He was wearing a field workers hat they would wear in Mexico with a colorfull blanket draped over his shoulders. The man never spoke a word to me, and yet he demanded my attention. He was exactly how I imagined Don Juan to look like from the Carlos Castaneda books.
Instead of saying anything, he pointed in my direction, and as his arm pivoted towards another direction, I experienced a wooshing sound, like I was in the middle of a cyclone, and after his arm stopped moving, we were in my room.
Before I had a chance to ask what we were supposed to do there, he loaded up his pointed finger again turned his arm towards my bed, the wooshing sound took place again, and instead of my bed there was a cocoon with a moldy corpse inside of it, kind of looked like a mummy that had been unwrapped.
At this point, I felt an ah ha in my heart area, and I turned to him and said, "ohhhhh you want me to wake him up". (Don't ask me how I knew this, I just did).
So I put my hands on the cocoon and started cradeling it back and forth. After moving the cocoon back and forth like you would rock a baby in a cradle. It didn't take long before the corpse looked like an old man.
After rocking him for only a little bit the cocoon disapeared and I put my hands on the old man. He was starting to be animated and he was talking to himself like he was dreaming. After a little while he now only looked about 28. He was now very irratated, and perturbed, like he would be if I was waking him up out of bed. He finally roused and said "what, what do you want"?
Now it was my turn to use the wooshing pointed finger arm motion gesture. And when the woosh was over, a pregnant woman was standing before us, and the 28 year old guy was standing beside me when I told him " you have to wake up, because you have to be born".
At this point the Don juan DG, or SG, or I don't even know if he was my guide,,,guide came up to the man and they began to talk.
At this point I was appreciating the lucidness of the dream I was having, I kept staring at my hands and then staring at the walls, for some reason, I then jumped off the roof of my house, staring at my hands and feet while falling. The 28 year old and Don Juan were looking over the side of the roof down at me while I was falling. The 28 year old asked, why is he doing that? And the Don Juan, of whom this is the only thing I heard him say to me through the whole dream replied in a resigned, exasperated tone, "because,,, he's an idiot".
As a last note, I never ever felt the unnerving presence in my house after that, and I never heard any one else note of the presense after this either.
Whoah man.
I have had two similar experiences. One was so intense, I probably have to make a whole thread about it. The other one was with don Juan, but he was a dude in boots, blue jeans, a denim vest, no shirt, and something around his head. He was also wearing silver and turquoise jewelry.
He laughed at me, and called me a fool because I think I know nothing. He also told me to learn to do nothing.
Originally Posted by DarkoMarco
I had a DG take the form of a kite once.
I had a lucid dream where I was in a world where souls go.
I had a dream guide or spirit guide acompanying me, I don't know which one. The wierd thing was, the guide stayed at my side in the form of a kite. The Kite was conscience and barely touching me. Floating just above my shoulder but touching me the whole time with it's kite tail.
I was taken to what looked like an island nation. I was shown a great city, the city was natural rock, mostly white marble. There was a great colliseum made of white marble and the inhabitants of the city were there attending a ceremony of sorts. I was not invited, instead I was shown a large flock of white oceanic birds (doves, but the size and strength of seagulls). When looking at the flock of birds, the "kite" told me not to stare too long at any one bird. So, of course I stared at one, and when I did, I could see that it was the repository of some ones life, it was a little person and I saw all the trials and difficulties he went through. The kite snapped me back, lending me energy by touching my shoulder with it's kite tail she warned me not to do that, and then I stared at another bird, I saw a girl in a relationship, she was unhappy and started doing heroine, ultimatly she took her own life, I was then snapped back by the kite. The kite told me we were supposed to see what was goinig on in the colliseum, and she "the kite" attempted to float me off the ground high enough to peer down into the open roofed marble colleseum, but I had used to much of her energy, and as such she chastised me for being so wastefull
Well, that is just insane. Only crazy people have dreams like this.
Originally Posted by Cosmix
Thanks I think the questions came to me because I had been kind of obsessed with reading threads on the subjects I asked about for quite a few days prior. When I woke I was pretty bummed that I couldn't remember a lot of his replies but there will always be next times
@WakingNomad: Asking a DG for a gift sounds really interesting. Next time I see mine I'm definitely going to ask that. Have you asked yours for a gift? And if so do you mind sharing what he gave you? I'm very curious!
No, but I should! He gave me secret magic, and taught me lots of things, but a lot of others have given me objects, even though he hasn't. I even have objects given to me by other dreamers.
Originally Posted by Robo
In my opinion, asking for a gift from your DG would be like asking your best friend for a gift. Unless its your birthday, or some special occasion I would think it would be a bit rude.
Maybe I'm just too humble on this subject.
HAHHA. That's hilarious! Do you think they will be offended? HAHAHHA
Well, I never!
For that, I am just going to give to the silent treatment next few dreams as punishment! heh
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