Thread: Meeting God?

Any comments not answering the OP's question are off-topic.

Anyway, Yeah I met Jesus.

We smoked some weed, and then I asked him if he was real, or a DC, to which he laughed and said, "I am your Inner Buddha."

Oh, and he looked like a Jew with really dark brown hair, and blue eyes.

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

Any comments not answering the OP's question are off-topic.

Anyway, Yeah I met Jesus.

We smoked some weed, and then I asked him if he was real, or a DC, to which he laughed and said, "I am your Inner Buddha."

Oh, and he looked like a Jew with really dark brown hair, and blue eyes.

Wow! What an experience!

Originally Posted by Drokens

Wow! What an experience!

Task of the Month: Drink Champagne
Task of the Year: Drink from the Holy Grail

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

There are a bunch of monks walking away from Christ on the cross. The first monk is holding the Holy Grail. I fly down, as a lion-man. "Give me that shit!" I say, grabbing the Holy Grail. There is nothing in it. I turn it upside down. "Hey what gives?"
I look at the Christ. It's a wax figure. The monks are animatronic robots. The Grail is a plastic cup.
Then, I see a bunch of tourists looking at me, and taking pictures. We are in a wax museum.
"What the hell are you looking at?" I summon champagne, and take a sip. It's way too sweet. "I hope this counts!" I change it into red wine, and drink deep.

"Ah, this is good. Want some?" The tourists look at me suspiciously.
I multiply the grails, then make them turn into gold, and pass them out to the tourists. They take pictures, and sip the wine.
I sing, "Drinking the blood of Jesus, Drinking it straight from his veins!"
They cough and spit out the wine. "Drink up, it's just wine. It's just a song. Drink everyone."
"No, you freaked us out, weirdo."
"You're all a bunch of DC's aren't you?"
"Yes!"
I sigh, and make them disappear.

I teleport to Golgotha. People are mouring Christ, but he is not dead. A Roman soldier stabs him in the side with a spear. Mary Magdelene runs over with a cup, and catches the blood in it. I am terrified. "Fuck this!" I say to myself, and teleport away to a Mount Sinai.
I am sitting on the Mountain, looking down at the horrorific scene. It disappears and fades away.
Christ appears next to me. He is glowing. "Hello Nathan. Would you like to drink my blood?"
"Hell no, Jesus! No offense, but you are freaking me out, man!"
"Well, why don't we just smoke a doob then?"
"Uh... really?"
"I never lie," Christ laughs. He pulls out a smal burlap bag. He takes out some cannabis buds, and rolls them into a fat joint. He blows fire out of his mouth, and lights it. He takes a puff.
"Ah, that's the shit. Good stuff I made here," he laughs and hands it to me.
I take a puff, and hold it in. "So, you really are a hippie?"
"The first one! Peace and love, man, and I am serious about it."
"I know. But, why did you have to die, and be a human sacrifice."
"Oh it was an experiment."
"Uh... what?" We pass the joint back and forth.
"Well, I wanted to see if I could become corporeal after dying, and it worked!"
"Cool, Jesus!"
"I know, right, it is pretty cool. It's going to be even cooler when I ascend."
"Didn't you do that already?"
"Yes, but you traveled back in time, Gift."
"Why did you just call me that?"
"We are speaking Hebrew!"
"Oh, really? Wow."
"So, Jesus..."
"Yes?"
"I want to know, are you really the Son of God?"
"Yes, we all are. That's what I have been trying to tell everyone!"
"Well, okay, but, I mean, what is special about you."
"Oh, nothing and everything. I just found my inner Buddha."
"Uh... okay?"
"You'll learn in time, Mr. Gift. Anyway, here's the real Holy Grail, if you want to take a sip." He summons the Holy Grail, and scoops some water from a nearby stream. He changes it into wine. "Take a drink!"
He hands it to me. It's the most delicious wine I have ever tasted in my life.
"Thanks Christ!" He disappears.


"Hmm..." I say. I bite my arm, and bleed into the Grail.
I drink my own blood from it.
Raven appears. "Nomad? What the hell are you doing?"
MoSh appears. "Dude, that is fucked up!"
"What, I wanted to see what would happen!"
Demons come, and grab me by the arms, and carry me away to a high place.
"I can't bear to look!" Raven says, and turns away.
I am with Satan on a Mountain.
"Why don't you turn loaves into bread?"
"Don't you mean stones?"
"Yeah. That."
"Okay!" I say, and turn stones into bread. I eat them. There's gravel inside. It tastes like sawdust. I spit it out.
"Aha!" Satan says. "You have eaten the unholy bread."
"Whatever, dude, I spit it out. It sucked."
"Hmm, come with me." He teleports us to the temple.
"If you really are the Son of God, why don't you throw yourself down."
"Okay!"
I jump off the temple. People run and scream. I hit the ground, and stand up, dusting myself off.
"It's cool, it's cool. It's just a dream!" I laugh. The people put their hands on their chests and breathe a sigh of relief. "Hey... are you DC's?" I ask suspiciously.
"Yes."
"I'm not!" one guy says, raising his hand.
"Whoah! Who are you?"
"Elijah."
"Oh, the fiery chariot guy. You didn't die! Was that a spacecraft?"
"Yes, exactly."


"C'mere, you!" Satan says.
He takes me back to the Mountain, and shows me a bunch of kingdoms in images.
"All these I will give to you, if you just bow down to me."
"Dude, lame! I already have my own kingdom and shit I made up... a bunch of DC's are my only worshippers of course. Anyway, what would I do with a bunch of kingdoms? Boring."
"Don't you speak to me so dismissively! Do you know who I am? I am Satan, bitch!"
I grab Satan's head, and knee him in the forehead, then I smack the back of his head to the ground. He coughs up blood. "Who's bowing to the false god, now, bitch? Not only that, you are bowing to nothing, idiot!"
"Hey screw you, man!"
"You're just another dreamer, aren't you?" I pull back his hood. It's Sarnox. He stands up. The blood disappears. "Gotcha!" he says.
"Oh, you goofball!" I say.
"Did you really think Satan talks like that? C'mon!" We both start laughing our asses off.
"Wait? What about the demons?"
"Oh, one was Koomo, and the other was Jo. This whole dream is a big joke."
Jo runs up, a lizard creature, and licks me. Koomo alights down and laughs at me. I blush.
"Damn, I guess I have a lot to learn."
"We even put a blood packet on you, because we knew you wanted to drink your own blood, you weirdo."
"So what did I drink?"
"Watered down ketchup."
"Wait, what about Christ? Who was he?"
"Your inner Buddha, your Cosmic Christ, and an aspect of Jesus himself."
"Cool!"
I laugh at myself. I am still laughing when I wake up.

That's an awesome dream wakingnomad.

I fail to see whether or not you believe God exists prevents other people from meeting a being of that sort.
I've seen many things in dreams that I know scientifically don't exist, I'm not sure why God would differ....

Just so I can stay on topic, No. I haven't. But, God forbid a member of a forum has the desire to exchange stories of the appropriate content...

When I was 15, years ago, I met Jesus in a dream. I wasn't lucid. He was as young as I was at the time. I am not sure that God exists but I would get a kick out of meeting God, even if it is from someone elses religion. My son keeps getting lucid dreams of being a god. I think I would rather check out various god types in lucid dreams. I think it would be fun to meet some of the ancient greek gods!

I don't believe in Christianity but your dream may have been the funniest dream I've ever read, Nomad.

Originally Posted by MindGames

I don't believe in Christianity but your dream may have been the funniest dream I've ever read, Nomad.

Me either, but I've been planning on going to see Noah's arc once I get some more dream control. Wanna see how my mind can put images to batshit crazy ideas like two of every animal on a boat.

I may have. Their was a beautiful god-like light that I wanted to step inside but it was pushing me back. I was lucid. I don't really know what to think of it. A neat dream non-the-less.

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

Task of the Month: Drink Champagne
Task of the Year: Drink from the Holy Grail

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

There are a bunch of monks walking away from Christ on the cross. The first monk is holding the Holy Grail. I fly down, as a lion-man. "Give me that shit!" I say, grabbing the Holy Grail. There is nothing in it. I turn it upside down. "Hey what gives?"
I look at the Christ. It's a wax figure. The monks are animatronic robots. The Grail is a plastic cup.
......

Dude, what an awesome dream. I am jealous

I've tried once. Actually, I was looking for idols of God in a temple but was unsuccessful.

I haven't tried again, though, as boning women is the only thing on my mind in my LDs

Originally Posted by tickleberries

When I was 15, years ago, I met Jesus in a dream. I wasn't lucid. He was as young as I was at the time. I am not sure that God exists but I would get a kick out of meeting God, even if it is from someone elses religion. My son keeps getting lucid dreams of being a god. I think I would rather check out various god types in lucid dreams. I think it would be fun to meet some of the ancient greek gods!

Interesting. I have also become a god in lucid dreams.

U might have met someone that best fits your description of god. Listen carefully to their words.

I experienced what I understood to be God in a dream once, though I was not lucid.

First, He was an opening in the clouds. Then, He was a force, a clear, strong (yet not violent) wind. Throughout the entire dream I experienced a calm that I've never felt before in waking life, and it carried over into the next day or two. It was one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced.

Here's a link to the DJ entry if you're interested:
End of the World

Awesome dream nomad!

I never actually "met" him (as in, had a conversation with him), but Jesus and Lucifer both scoped me out in a diner, in one non-lucid dream:

04/27/2007
Dream One:
”Ghost Story”
As this very vivid dream began, I was riding in the backseat of my mom’s car. She was driving, and her boyfriend was in the passenger seat. I had a bag of McDonald’s food with me, and was picking at it, while we drove. It was nighttime and raining. Passing a small construction area, my mom gradually started drifting over to the right shoulder of the road, seemingly about to collide with some barrels and cones. I said “Mom, what are you doing??” and she jerked the car back onto the road, as if she hadn’t been paying attention.
Going a little further, we started drifting over to the center-divider, and toward the oncoming lane. I could see the headlights of a car coming straight for us. When I looked at my mom, I could see that she was falling asleep at the wheel. I screamed “Mom!!!” and her boyfriend and I shook her awake, just as the other car swerved around us and drove onto the other shoulder, since we were now fully taking up the oncoming lane. When mom woke up, she realized what happened and tried to jerk us back onto our side of the road. She lost control, here, fishtailed on the wet road, and slammed on the brakes while trying to compensate, sending us into just over a 180 degree spin before coming to a stop, in the middle of the street.

I told my mom I was going to drive, and she kept trying to protest, saying that she was ok to drive, now. I told her there’s no way in Hell I was going to let her drive, and she started arguing with me about it. Her boyfriend took my side, though, and said that she definitely should not be driving, since she was that tired. We started to get into a bit of a fight about it, and I got out and went around to her side – about to pull her out of the car, if I had to, but then she realized that she was in the wrong, and said that I could drive. I also had my half-eaten Big Mac, in my hand, and wanted to get the rest of my food down, before getting back on the road, so I suggested we stop over at the sandwich shop that was right across the street, and gather ourselves a bit. The sky was looking pretty bad, and I could wear I saw the makings of a funnel cloud, in the darkness. A rotating peak kept coming down, but then dissipating.
Inside, I bought a drink and was sitting down eating and drinking. My mom and her b/f went wandering about, somewhere. As I’m sitting there, I suddenly realize that there is someone else sitting at my table - some guy that I’ve never seen before. I didn’t think anything of it, and we started talking a bit.

After a while, I noticed that there were people that were coming by and glancing at our table, solemnly, and continuing on about their business. Sooner or later, some guy dressed as Jesus walks by us and glances in our direction. He gives me a slight smile and says something like “Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon,” and keeps on walking. Strangely enough, though, directly behind him, some guy dressed as Satan follows closely. He also smiles at our table, but I don’t remember him saying anything. When they leave, I asked the guy sitting across from me “What was that about?” The guy says “…let me tell you a story…”

He goes on to tell me an urban legend about a guy that came into this sandwich shop a lot and, apparently, often sat at this table. This guy had started seeing a woman who was, quickly, falling madly in love with him. Now, as this guy was telling me this story, my perspective changed, and I was suddenly transported to the first-person view of the main character in the story.
I’d been spending my nights with this gorgeous, short-haired blonde (who looked a lot like my old friend Tracy, who I haven’t seen in years) and, usually, hanging out with her 3 roommates. Things were going great, and I had no other reason to believe otherwise. What I didn’t know, about these girls, was that they were all vampires (which is interesting, because Tracy was a vampire, the last Halloween that I saw her). It turns out that the 3 roommates were constantly giving the blonde shit because I was a human, and she was a vampire, and it was absurd that she was falling for me, as hard as she was. She just didn’t know how to break the news to me, in fear of losing me.

So, one night, I happened to show up at their place, unannounced. I was searching around for them and ended up walking into a room I wasn’t supposed to.
When I opened the door, I was horrified to see all four women feeding on some poor guy, practically tearing him apart, drenched in his blood. The looked up at me and the blonde was shocked to see me standing there. The others seemed to be smiling, as they had wanted things this way, anyway. Suddenly terrified for my life, I bolted out the house and ran as fast as I could. The blonde was chasing me, trying to get me to stop, so she could talk to me. The others were chasing me, wailing and growling, to put more fear into me. They were obviously having a great time.
I ran into the woods, knowing that they were all right behind me, and afraid that they’d tear me apart, if they got their hands on me, even the blonde. I wasn’t about to even give her the time to explain anything to me. I was just running – jumping over downed tree limbs, climbing muddy hills, etc. I could tell that they were right on my heels, and I could hear “my” girl screaming for me to stop. What I didn’t realize, until it was too late, was that I was running straight toward a cliff.
As I approached it, it was as if the realization of futility just completely overpowered me. Deciding to die by my own hand, rather than be eaten alive by these “monsters” I ran the last few feet and jumped into the air, sprawling my arms and limbs as I fell down into the canyon, to my death.

My perspective switched once again, showing the blonde sliding to a stop at the edge, zooming out like a camera as she screamed “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” and dropped to her knees. The other three girls walked into view, behind her, hands on their hips, as if this is simply how it was meant to be.

Suddenly, I was back in the sandwich shop. The story was over, and I didn’t know what to think of it. Before I could think of anything to say, some more people passed our table and started saying stuff like “Damn shame, what happened to you, man. Why’d you do it?” and stuff like that, then leaving. At first, I thought they were looking directly at me. Then, I noticed that they were looking through me.
I turned to the guy across from me, and he said something like “That was a true story…the guy that jumped into the canyon…was you. You died, that night but, like many spirits, you don’t remember.” Shocked, I was like “What?? So…..those people…they can’t see me? How can you see me?” He went on to explain that he was a spirit, too, and that none of the living people in this shop could see us. I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it, that was until I turned around and tried to touch the person behind me. My hand went right through them as if I was a hologram. Then it hit me – he was telling the truth. Not only that, but I remembered that the guys dressed as Jesus and Satan could see us, too.
They weren’t costumes. Those were the real deal.
When I turned back around, the other guy had disappeared, and I was at the table alone.
That’s all I remember.