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That forum member I was trying to help...

I programmed a dream to understand what was causing his problem. Part way through the dream I realise there's a bit there that's meant for him. I see one of the cartoon monsters from the kids' book "Where the Wild things are". It's outside the door of the holiday house I'm in with my younger son. It's two dimensional and gigantic though it isn't threatening. I decide maybe the forum member is creating his own problem, perhaps feeding his energy to a thought form. Interestingly, when he posts a picture of himself so the healers on the forum can help him, he is bearded and chubby and bears a resemblance to the "monster" in the dream.

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I've been casual teaching at my local high school the last three weeks. I was walking with a former student who is also teaching there and since we've always liked each other we'd fallen into the natural openness of expression that comes with friendship. I was only vaguely aware of a person approaching from the other direction, not really paying attention until he came within a couple of metres of my space and I suddenly felt his extreme sadness. I knew immediately it was emanating from his heart and when I looked at his face I recognised him as a teacher I'd seen kids bait mercilessly. When we'd done afternoon sport together they weren't backward in telling me that they hated him.

The feeling was so overwhelming that I stopped momentarily and commented to D, "Oh, I just felt his sadness. It was so weird, so extreme." D then filled me in. The teacher had been recently sued by a parent. It was dismissed as vexatious (the parent had a grudge against his ex-wife) but it had caused enormous distress.

Even though this man seemed to react to every challenge with relatively calm persistence it seems to me that he was feeling emotionally ravaged.

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My stepdad, at the end of prolonged illness and at the age of 81, died last Sunday.

On Thursday, just before waking, I had a dream. I was walking with my him and my mum and siblings outside their house (in another state) and we were dressed nicely, heading off for some event. I walked in front of Les and he put his hands on my shoulders. I turned my head back to kiss him on the cheek. At this point I really felt his hands on my shoulder and my lips make contact with his cheek. He said to me, "I have to go now," and I realised we were walking to his funeral.

I woke up happy that we had said our goodbyes but when I wrote it in my dream diary the tears came copiously. In fact I cried more that day than the previous days. People had asked me, "Did you like him?" and I had said, "Yes, I liked him a lot," but it was the dream that enabled me to say what I really feel, "Yes, I loved him."

His youngest son told me that Les had announced his passing to him in a dream.

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Last night I was briefly lucid. I did a reality check, pulling my finger. It was peculiar. I felt the finger stretch energetically but I didn't see it stretching in the dream so I allowed myself to continue as if it wasn't a dream. I've been considering the implications of this little occurrence and the possibility it signifies an over reliance on what appears to be rather than what I feel.

My last two meditations have been incredibly satisfying in a way that is hard to express. A feeling of re-emerging will to master the state is part of it but also something is happening energetically that makes me feel very positive.

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I have two friends, O and M, who live in Germany. O was a fellow mod on our regular forum where we'd been recently running a thread seeing if we could dream for one another. I had chosen not to dream for O because I knew him too well but on the night before the following dream, one of my random thoughts was wondering if anyone had dreamt for O yet. Anyway, this followed.

Looking after David
15th January,2010.

I am in an unfamiliar building. I’m not sure what it is. It’s possibly a hotel because I walk past a series of windows and see a series of gardens and ponds outside but they haven’t been maintained. The grass is overgrown and weedy in parts. It gets better as I walk along; perhaps a little maintenance has been carried out here.

I am carrying David (O and M’s baby). He is very distinct in appearance and personality and immediately familiar. He is quite a heavy boy. I feel very affectionate towards him; he has such a unique, lively quality. Suddenly he sings quietly and in a sweet baby voice, “Jesus loves me.” He does it without the knowledge of what the words mean, it’s just something he’s heard and randomly reproduced. This impresses me. I smile and him and he beams back sweetly.

Suddenly, I’m alarmed when, somehow, he bangs his head on the floor. It’s not a logical sequence since he’s safely in my arms when it happens but I accept the dream reality. Immediately, I assess the damage. He has a bruise on his forehead and I feel very certain it’s the only time his forehead has been bruised. I feel responsible. He doesn’t cry, instead he seems to be unconscious.

The dream is out of sequence here. Now he’s perfectly all right and I’ve decided I need to feed him. I’m in a different part of the complex now. There is a group of high chairs and, initially, I think they all belong to David. Some are messy with food scraps. I talk to David, saying, “Now, which of these is yours?” I get a sense of a cheeky sense of humour from him as we pass the group of high chairs and instead start looking at these strange cubicles, like closets without doors. I say, “Is that yours?” and David nods but when I step forward there’s a sleeping baby there, all wrapped up. I pull back quickly so as not to wake him. I don't see his face.

I return to the original dream sequence. I need to get David to a doctor. I find an unfamiliar blond woman and tell her I need her help transporting David. She agrees to help but I first insist we find a baby capsule to transport him safely. I find one that seems oddly shaped and small but he sits comfortably in it and I have no trouble using the seatbelt to hold it in place. I place him in the middle front seat of the lady’s large rig. I expect the lady to drive but she wants me to do it. I point out that it’s safer for her to drive the truck since I’m not used to driving trucks (though I have before in other dreams) and I hop into the passenger’s seat. She gets into the back seat and decides to drive from there. I’m not entirely happy about this, thinking it would be safer for her use the front seat. I wonder why I didn’t think of giving David some Panadol.

I sent the dream to O as we often exchange and comment on one another's dreams. Here is the correspondence:

From O -

Something that comes immediately to mind:

David has developed a habit of bonking his head. This is usually harmless, as it only produces an interesting sound he wants to hear, but then he tried it on the ceramic-tile step and hurt his head. He was really surprised by that and needed consoling.

It's one of the very surprising ways of exploring the world.

More from O -

More thoughts about this...

Yes, David is a heavy boy! *uff*

He has exactly the characteristics you describe - a bit cheeky, lively, distinct personality. He likes to make sounds and sing, and he even sometimes randomly and almost perfectly reproduces sentences without knowing. Rather funny, sometimes - M said "Let's put some cream in your butt" and he just responded, in a baby voice, "Cream in your butt!"

What do you think about the rest of the dream?

Godscell:

I really feel David's energy through his photos and I knew it before he was born (remember the knitting dream?). The random bits of speech though... and it was the cutest of voices. He wasn't the least bit shy either. I just feel like I really know David, especially now.

The cabinet part of the dream with the wrapped up baby that was out of sequence - I have a suspicion that it was a dream memory of a projection to physical David. I really pulled back so as not to wake him so I didn't see his face but the David in the dream identified the whatever it was (bed?) as his.

I don't know about the truck bit. I'm usually happy to drive if I must but I felt it was better that she do it. It has echoes another dream I had a few months back where there was an unrestrained baby in the front of the car and I was in the back. I was very worried in that dream that it would be hurt. I particularly went through lengths to ensure the baby was in a safety capsule in this dream.

It's confusing and then to be followed by so many little lucid dreams... I just don't know what was going on.

O again -

Hehe, I just noticed something about your dream - the closet? David is sleeping in the closet! We are using a little room that used to be a food closet for the kitchen, a gallery. We let the landlord remove his shelves, and there's enough space for the changing table and his bed. That is where he sleeps! And about "no door" - we always leave the door open except when he's not in and we don't want him to play in there either at that time. So, it's as if, for most purposes, it has - no door! (Except now David likes to run in there and close the door and make me find him, the little mischievous imp! )

As I said, you really hit home with all your descriptions about David.

I think the truck has to do with energy body development. I would not have generally thoughts so until you started to point out that there was a discussion who should be the driver. And driving from the backseat. This sounds a lot like you are challenged now to become the more conscious (and it seems also lucid) driver in your mental body, and the whole flood of lucid episodes afterwards seems to confirm that.

The baby capsule thing might be a way to represent to yourself issues of safety, comfort, and the whole driver/back seat thing sounds like a "training wheels" thing to me, too. Also, look at the vehicle - a truck. Representing the increased "power" of the mental body as compared to the astral body. I also think the baby capsule thing is a bit of layover from the other dream part. Also, you being concerned and then David fitting in perfectly - you're having worries in that regard, probably unconsciously, that are not "justified."

All in all a most amazing dream.

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I haven't been recording poor quality lucid dreams here because, really, they're not that extraordinary. I haven't, however, generally had a bunch all at once, like this.

15.1.10

6am. I get up to say bye to F as he starts his new job. I return to bed and force myself back to sleep until 8am.

Lucid: "Jim Carey movie"
I’m watching a movie where Jim Carey plays one of those unpredictable, borderline psychotic characters. A man stands at a window in an office and talks on a phone to Carey’s character. The camera zooms out and pans right and we see Carey, disheveled having spent the night in an adjacent office.
It goes to the next scene where Carey crudely mixes talk of a recipe and women. I lose interest at this point and must vaguely wake because I’m trying to think of Carey’s name but can’t recall it.

Lucid: "Wedding Guests."
I find myself at a wedding with G and I become lucid as I look around at the guests. There are very distinct groupings of people standing around, talking. I see a group of dark-haired, dark-skinned youths with big noses. They’re talking about selling second-hand watches. It might be a bit illegal. G and I seem to be ready to leave. We head down a hallway. I look back and see Peewee Herman looking down the hall at us and I wonder why he’s there – it’s pretty random.

G and I are snuggling close as we walk. I tell him I’m dreaming.

Lucid: “Moon”
Now I’m in a car. My eyes are closed but I feel the movement of the car and I’m cozy. I remember I’m actually physically in my bed but decide it’s best not to focus on my physical body or I’ll wake up. I look at the night sky and think I see a huge, faint outline of the moon but I soon see it’s separate clusters of stars creating an overall moon impression. I enjoy it as I remind myself that this is because I’m dreaming.

Lucid: Collins Street
Now I’m on a Collins Street in the suburb where I grew up, walking behind F, who’s wearing a sleeveless shirt. I wonder why he’s wearing it and ask him if he saw all the clothes I ironed for him yesterday (in real life). A neighbour to my right stands at a tap and says something random about the obscenity of putting together an egg and a muffin. I remind myself again that I’m dreaming.

Lucid: C and the kids
I’m back in the building where I dreamt of David. A phone rings in another room. I rush out to answer it but it stops after a few short rings. I walk back complaining about people who don’t give you time to pick up the phone. C is there. She has answered the phone. I look at her and she hasn’t aged since I saw her last about 11 years ago. I remember I’m dreaming. Then I see K and A, still little kids. I really take in the sight of them, fascinated by the power of the dream to recreate people from the past. They fade away and I wake up.

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31st Jan, 2010

Funny synchronicity today. G and I are popping quickly into and out of shops in a shopping mall we rarely visit up near my brother-in-laws just to see what there is. In one shop I notice the music. It sounds like it could be a slowed down version of, "Live Baby Live" by INXS. While straining my ears to hear if it in fact is, I begin to think about the opposite: sped up versions of well-known songs. So, in my mind I play with an example, Princes' "Nothing Compares to You."

We move along until we see other shops we don't have at home and split to go into different shops that take our fancy. Imagine my surprise when the music playing is a sped up, funky version of "Nothing Compares to You."

Another synchronicity a couple of days ago. I'm on the way to work and the traffic is delayed for interminable road works. As I begin to feel my impatience I think about something I recently heard Steve Hairfield say in an interview about the extreme presumption and arrogance of just this kind of impatience, "Why do I think I'm so important that I should feel angry when held up like this?" So, I got to thinking about the cause of the delay - the construction of a barrier to prevent pedestrians crossing the road willy-nilly. Then I thought about the restrictions this would impose on the locals who had always been able to cross the road at a point of convenience and, before long, I realised there was no point to my impatience. It was then I noticed the writing on the back window of an ambulance that said something like "Mobile Patients Service".

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Bella, my beautiful dog, recently had a tumour in her mouth at the back, upper, left corner. My mother-in-law asked me what I was doing looking in her mouth in the first place and I can honestly say, "I don't know".

Anyway, it was cause for concern while we waited for the pathology report to tell us if it was cancerous. During the wait, I had this long and vivid dream set in Germany (where I've never been). I'll simply report the last part of it for this was the part most clearly pertinent to Bella's prognosis.

7th February, 2010
I'm suddenly out on the street. Something compels our group to walk in a particular direction. We pass the tree and walk down the road. I have Bella on a leash. A mob of wallabies cross the road from our right and hop past on our left. Then there are bigger roos and, finally, imaginary roo like creatures with riders, like something you'd see on Star Wars. Next it's baby elephants. They run willy-nilly and I get out of the way of one. I pull Bella with me to the middle of the road.

Finally, it's lions on leashes. On comes close to Bella to sniff her face. I pull her away, afraid it will bite her. It's keeper pulls it away. The scenario repeats with another lion. I'm even more terrified and really yank Bella away until she's up on two legs but, again it goes without harming her.

I hear a voice ask what I'm so afraid of and I explain that the lion is the natural enemy of the dog. A discussion ensues where I say I am taking Bella to the vet. The voice says, "I didn't know you were having her put down," and I explain that I'm not, I'm just having a tumour removed.

In real life, the result was that the tumour was benign and I was extremely relieved.

I'm not sure if there's currently a Kundalini thing happening with me but I had a false awakening last week during which I saw a snake on a narrow balcony just beneath my ceiling slithering off.

Thursday 18.2.10

False Awakening:
I'm in the bathroom from my last house (I never dream of this house and I seem to have forgotten I haven't lived here for over 12 years) and I'm getting ready for today's inservice at work.

Somehow I'm out in the lounge room but it's almost a composite of the lounge area from the old house and the current one. I see something like a narrow balcony (no more than a ruler's length) jutting out just below the ceiling and the tail of a snake slipping away. I'm about to sing out to G but then, as I look in the other direction, I see a red feng dog about 25cm tall walking across the room and disappearing into the northern wall. I think I am hallucinating....


I thought it may have been a feng shui advice dream and I moved two little feng dog statuettes into the north of my current home, corresponding with the direction in the dream.

The snake aspect also made me think of the only time I asked for information on Kundalini in another dream some years ago. I was shown a spiral staircase, three-quarters built. If it is a Kundalini indicator, it's risen some, because it's almost at the ceiling now.

Friday 26.2.10

This morning, I dreamt I was wading in very clear river water. It was at about shin height and then I saw what I initially thought was a large-headed fish swimming towards me. As it approached, I realised it was a large eel and I moved away.

At that point I felt two popping sensations of an energy body nature on my left cheek. This week I had had an unusual dull pain in my left jaw but it seems to be gone today. Again I wonder if there's a Kundalini energy at play.

An Eel dream meaning:

Eel -- Great transformation through the electric and creative life force of the kundalini. A shape shifter who is not easy to catch ("slippery as an eel"'). A connection to spirits of the rivers and lakes. Finding new ways to adapt and defend yourself whenever you need a way to fight, in doing so some eels will taser you. (see also: 'Sea Eel /{Moray Eel}')

http://www.spiritwalkministry.com/spirit_guides

Of course, there were other meanings connected to sex, luck, business ventures and slippery characters.

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13th May, 2010

This morning I was indecisive about where to walk Bella. The cause of my indecision was a desire to avoid other dogs and walk with her off lead. In thinking about it, I inadvertently found myself remote viewing. I saw a white, patchy dog like my own and a dog like that owned by my friend Margaret, an older woman whom I sometimes meet when I walk. I instantly dismissed these mental images, deciding they were mere imagination.

I decided my direction on the spur of the moment, at the traffic lights. I walked most of the walk until I saw another lady walking my way. Her dog was much like mine in appearance and temperament. I thought nothing of it until I got back in the ute and remembered the earlier vision. Then I drove past a boxer, thinking to myself that while it was the right colour to match Margaret's dog, that that part of what I'd seen hadn't manifested correctly. In the instant, however, I saw a person walking a very fat version of my friend's breed and I had to smile.

I have taken to using remote viewing to see if there's a more convenient parking spot when I get to work or whether I have to go to the further car park. I must say, I do this with delightful accuracy.

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So, I continued the RV dog experiments for a couple more days with great results. The next day I deliberately tried some remote viewing and viewed an Australian Sheepdog. What I viewed was an adult but the (only) dog I saw on that walk was a puppy Australian Sheepdog.

I tried again the following day and saw a small fluffy dog with white hair. What I encountered was a small fluffy dog but not exactly white. It was, however, with three elderly people, two of whom had perfectly white hair. In that instance I made a choice based on remote viewing two possible destinations. At the other I foresaw a Weimaraner or something hound-like along those lines. I couldn't, of course, verify that one.

I continue to be amazed at how I can "see" if there's a preferred parking space at work, as well. These spaces are generally obscured and one needs to drive around that section to find if a spot is available, which is a bit awkward but worth it if there's a space. Anyway, I consistently sense the actual location of an available spot, which is very cool. If there's nothing there, I sense that too and it's easily checked as I walk past to get to the staffroom.


Wednesday, 26th May, 2010.

For some reason I’m at W library and attending one of W’s yoga lessons. It’s school holidays and there’s a preschool group present and in the way. W is doing a back arch but with eye movements at the same time. When I attempt the back arch, I feel my body swaying off to the side in an anti-gravity, astral projection way.

Later we’re on the floor and I see small children. There’s a little dark-skinned, girl with black, kinky hair – very cute. I recognise her from a dream some years ago. (I seemed to have met her in real life the next day. Then she was a baby in a pram and she reacted with excitement when she saw me, as though she recognised me.) I gesture her to join me and she climbs into my lap for a cuddle.

Suddenly we realise some of the children have left the building and are on the street. I’m desperately gathering them up and bringing them back from danger.

Back in the library now, I’m telling G how weird it is to see the girl from a previous dream again. Later I’m telling two of my friends, a married couple that are organising books on the shelves as a holiday job.

Tuesday, 25th May, 2010
False awakening.
Three children come into my room. It is my understanding that their parents are going to buy this home. Two of the
children, a boy and a girl that appear to be twins, have a deep brown eye and an pale blue eye. The are chatting with me familiarly, calling me by name and saying we are sitting them. As I "climb out of bed" and put on a camisole, their little blond sister with a pinched, elven face and pale blue eyes, enters the room as well. Then I wake up for real and return to sleep for further
dreaming.

Friday, 28th May, 2010.

A third person dream, poorly recalled.

People live in a house with a double chimneystack. They set the fire. There’s some talk about a problem with the house. They don’t have lice, they have “thrice”.

In the next dream I’m back in time. My friend’s husband expresses a romantic interest but I explain he hasn’t met her yet and she will be his wife. We also watch a performance where the performer’s dance movements are too modern and I comment that this isn’t appropriate for a 1980s. Also, their costumes morph into school uniforms.

Then I have a dream with Bruce Willis! This is towards the end:

…We continue on our adventures and end up in a large public complex, inside a furniture shop where a bed with white covers is parked in front of a TV. On the TV is a Bruce Willis adventure. A blond lady, who dangles from a building on a rope, accompanies him. She is struck by lightning and he becomes very sad, as if it’s his real life. I console him.

Saturday, 29th May, 2010.

I’m at school and I’m angry because L G (from my old school) has given me a second extra (covering another teacher’s class) in a week. I refuse to do it and walk away.

Now I seem to be walking through an open playground/ a quadrangle. To my left are two giants, more than twice my height. I do not at all trust them. To my right is an unidentified male. I say something to him about Annunaki but I mispronounce it (and it should be Nephilim, anyway, I think). One of the giants has its head covered. I can see its head shape isn’t normal, as though there’s no delineation between it and his neck - like a bullet head. Their stride is enormous and I decide to fly away.

My flying is erratic and I’m having trouble controlling it. Usually I can control my flying and I decide that this isn’t good enough and I will use my imagination to control it now. I create a vapour trail out of my heels and propulsion through my feet. This works and I take control and move very rapidly.

I wake up and then return to sleep.

I’m back at work. It’s the end of the day but the playground is a total mess. Kids and teachers are picking up rubbish. I see lots of Styrofoam cups in my way. I’m about to pick them up or get a kid to but then I get resentful again. I want to go home.

I go back to “my” top bunk with a white cover in the staffroom. S B is there and I tell him about refusing to clean up. I decide I’m going to fly the bed home. Then I believe I can do better: I can teleport my bed home. So I do.

The dream scene dissolves and I feel an energetic shift, like you feel when you go out of body but this time I’m moving from dream body to physical body. I’m now conscious behind closed eyes and I wonder briefly if I can project, so I try but there’s no response to my “float out” command so I get up.

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Wednesday 2nd June, 2010

Woken by G's snoring, I just recall flying.

... Now I'm in the playground. There's a girl that reminds me of KW (I taught her and now she teaches with me) on someone's shoulders (Mine?). A boy tells her that girls shouldn't do stuff like that but I tell her he's wrong and she's fine.

She and another girl start doing cartwheels and I want to join but I feel I can't do them well enough, besides I'm wearing a pencil skirt. Then I recall I'm dreaming and can do cartwheels as well as I like but I don't want to do them in the skirt and I lack the lucidity to transform the skirt into pants or to not care what I do in front of dream characters.

Friday 4th June, 2010.

M is over. We're in my bed - M on my left, H on my right. We're talking. Then we're in another room and I'm disappointed to see M is only 3 feet tall. She's very hyperactive....

Sunday 6th June, 2010.

I look in the mirror and I'm a very young, Chinese woman. I'm puzzled over not having realised before how Asian I look and I'm surprised at how much I've under-estimated my prettiness. I do notice I still have bags under my eyes.

Monday 7th June, 2010.
(Lots of recall!)
... I'm somewhere with the people from work....We have to go into a room in the right of a larger complex that is like a chapel. I have trouble finding a seat (pew) in the right row, so I go left. I sit near a woman I don't know. I become vaguely aware that I'm wearing an unfamiliar top. It's a pretty, floaty fabric with pale orange and yellow florals.

I'm absorbed in the yearbook but eventually I look up and realise our group has been moved and I haven't gone with them. I leave the chapel and find myself in a very familiar section of my dream world. I think, "Wow, this is exactly like when I dream!" A small area of shops shoots off at about a 45 degree angle with about the same elevation. Since I don't know where the others are, I immediately begin to enjoy my freedom. ...


Thursday 10th June, 2010

I awake with pain, take some pain relief, return to bed sure that I’ll have a lucid dream. It begins in bed with G. I’m not sure what triggers my recognition that I’m dreaming but I do realise it and I think I try to tell G about it. I might waste a bit of time here, moving in and out of awareness. I do forget much of this part.

Next I remember that I’m in my eldest son F’s room. He’s awake and his bed is in the wrong place so that he’s able to sit opposite me and watch while I try to pass through his wall. I can’t but I know it’s just a mental block stopping me, so I ask F, “What do I do?” He seems to be doing math, so I say, “What’s the equation for passing through your wall?” He seems like he’s going to help me but he ultimately can’t remember or can’t express it.

I feel a sense of urgency because I don’t know how long I’ll be out so I decide to use a door and get free of the house. This I do and I’m immediately flying over the landscape. I fly for a while, appreciating the graphic imagery, when I decide I want to move away from Real Time Zone imagery (retrospectively, I’m not sure it was that realistic – I’m in a lucid dream but treating it like an out of body projection, which isn’t entirely the same). I declare my intention to go to the astral plane and begin flying upward at a 45 degree angle. Then I clarify that I go to a safe zone and with protection.

I’m not exactly sure at what junctions but at least 3 times I find myself losing clarity. Each time I look at my hands, which doesn’t do much, and spin, which helps a lot. The first time I spin I do it as you’d do it in real life with your feet but I quickly learn just to spin rapidly without sense of physical effort.

I find myself in an unfamiliar place where there is “staff”- a man and a woman. This time I’ve had no trouble entering through a wall. I pick up a small book, which I believe to be a guidebook but I can’t read it. As soon as I make out words that I can pronounce, like “Moir,” (but that make no sense so that I’m about to ask what they mean) they transmute into other words. I talk to the staff who are at the other end of a somewhat narrow room. The man stands at some type of counter that juts out of the wall and the woman seems to be in a supply room. I ask them if they’re guides. Initially they won’t answer me but eventually the male admits that their job is to guide. I’m uncertain if we talk much after this. Even though I typed the dream immediately upon waking, it was hard to recall all the detail. It seemed to go on for some time. I do remember they had a very small dog in their narrow offices (possibly on the counter) and I think I patted it just to experience the tactile impression, which, on this occasion, wasn’t very strong.

I decide to ascend again. So, I fly through a wall and there is a sense of ascending level after level, stopping in occasionally and then ascending again. I don’t remember all the details of whom I met, what I thought and what our encounters entailed.

I enter a more spacious area and just enjoy flying around for a bit. I meet a lot of former students who seem to be hotel staff. They tend to be humble, unassuming types. I fly past them and occasionally hover to engage in unremembered conversations. As has been a theme in most of my dreams lately, the last level I reach, which seems to be at the top of the large open space, involves a bed. I think I climb into a top bunk and there are staff in the room with me. I feel pretty sure I’m at the end of the dream now and will wake up shortly, which is in fact the case.


And because I was impressed by my friend O's interpretation, here it is as well:

Hello, D.

That's a cool dream indeed.

There's several explanations as to why you cannot move through the wall at the
beginning. My personal favorite is that this is not actually a lucid dream, but an
OBE.

It starts off in a physical location, which always suggests the astral/etheric
buffer zone. Somehow I think not being able to go through walls is like more to the
etheric side. But already you experience reality fluctuations and such like.

You employ spinning at several times. I think the main value of the technique is
centering you in the astral body and therefore raising your level of consciousness.
The setting changes over to more dream-like and unfamiliar as you move into the
astral plane.

I think that maybe the astral body cannot read in dreams but the mental body might
be able to. There's been some indication of that in my more recent dreams, where in
some words/logos would be stable (the "French homework," the "LTE project") while in
others they morph ("Reading M's testimony"). I think this is because this kind
of verbal left-brain kind of thinking is more related to the mental body.

Further indications for a changeover to the astral body - you start to relax your
physical reality expectations by altering your attitude of how to spin. Initially
you also obey the idea of having to go somewhere by travelling from A to B, which
gets increasingly relaxed the higher you move plane-wise.

You have to come your "communication sense" come online to talk to the people.

The setting might now indicate some issues with your experience if I just take the
words - "dog" can have many diminuitive uses both as verb and noun, thankfully it's
just a small one, "a minor flaw" maybe? The dog is also on the "counter," which can
also mean "against." Finally you describe your surroundings as limited by calling
the office "narrow."

That you enter a more spacious area symbolises a greater degree of freedom to move
about, possibly gaining entrance to the wider astral plane. The staff in the narrow
office might have been a gatekeeper? If you had some small issue (small dog) left,
maybe you purged it in that office by acknowledging it (patting the dog). Now you
are free to move beyond the confines of dream reality.

Hotels used to be a very popular symbolism for plane with M. They are
multi-levelled, they have "service staff." Hotels might also symbolise for you that
your stay here is temporary. Hotels are also places we visit for sleeping. Here you
visit while you are sleeping.

That the staffers are students indicates this is an area of learning, despite its
hotel settings. Anyone actually working on the astral plane as "staff" could be said
to be a "former student" - a discarnate facilitator. Their humble nature shows that
their service is motivated by an attitude to serve, not any other motivation,
exactly as you would expect.

At the top-level you find a bed. I would say laying down in a bed and falling asleep
in a dream both are symbolic for giving up control and assuming an attitude of
trust. The idea of trust is reinforced by the fact that "service staff" is present.

It's no coincidence that it is the top bunk on the top level. This shows your
readiness to launch further upwards from this plane, which you travelled full
length. The fact that you traversed the whole astral plane by consciously ascending
shows that you've mastered the whole astral plane, which brings the ability to
freely move between levels.

Kurt [Leland] once told me that going beyond a certain level requires having a non-physical
teacher. So, here you show your willingness, your trust. If you are prepared to step
more fully into the mental body you might undergo some changes in your subconscious,
which is also often associated with sleep.

You demonstrate to yourself your own state of readiness and your own accomplishments
in consciousness. You move in full consciousness and with good lucidity (sixth
chakra mastered) from the etheric buffer to the topmost level of the astral plane
(seventh chakra mastered). It's like showing yourself what you can do in one grand
tour.

On the way you practice several inner sense and also explore the limits of the
realities you find yourself in. Like C magnified the sand crystals in her
dream of the beach inside the metal box you show that you can use the skills of the
astral body if you need them.

[Godscell]

Friday 18.6.10 - Lucid after hearing astral noise in a dream.

I wake up with the pain again then fall asleep.

I’m bringing in a homeroom class. The classroom is the demountable I had as my classroom when I was 6. I let the children in and RM joins me. We are homeroom buddies and begin to take the roll.

We get on congenially as we always have in real life. R says that he loves his wife and then he says, “I love you too.” I’m okay with this because we’re friends and we’ve all been friends for years.

I become aware of a radio playing and it occurs to me I’m hearing M band noise. I’m lucid. I can hear Les’s voice repeating a sentence. What he is saying isn’t something of importance and I cannot remember it later, when I awake. I feel it’s like a recording of Les’s voice left behind rather than a communication from the afterlife.

I seem to be back in bed behind closed eyes. Lately I’ve been stressed and angry and this feeling is still with me now, so I’m disinclined to project.

R, the dream character intrudes into the blackness. It’s not so much that the dream has returned but the dream character lurches towards me and attempts to kiss me. I find this annoying and my mind slows him. He becomes more threatening, opening his mouth as if to bite but I bring him to a complete pause and end the dream.

Tuesday 22.6.10 - Fingers in Mouths.

I’m in a library. There’s some kind of threat. The librarians and I are closely grouped. I show some kind of leadership, giving instructions but I do so with humour. There’s a man on the perimeter, looking for the threat, trying to secure the room.

The lights go out and I’m paralysed in the dark. Something short begins to suck on my fingers. I move them inside its mouth and realise that it’s a human mouth. I become impatient with this and push the heel of my palm into its face.

This releases me from sleep paralysis and the dream.

Postscript: Later that morning I see L my chiropractor. She does something she’s never done before: she puts on a latex glove and pushes her fingers into the muscles at the back of my jaw from within my mouth. It’s excruciating stuff and, eventually, I can take no more and gently push her hand away.

It seems a surprising inversion of what I’d dreamt earlier that morning.

[Godscell]

In one of the yoga studios where I teach, I heard tell of a woman client who experienced a male spirit lie down on the mat beside her during the preliminary relaxation. He came and went a couple of times. Apparently, it's an unusual event for her to see spirit.

Last Friday, I directed relaxation as usual. I closed my eyes for most of it but opened them to check on my students (sometimes someone will need a tissue). When I did so, I saw a definite and distinct movement in the back left corner of the room, near the toilets and kitchenette area. I'd almost forgotten it but it came up last night when I was telling it to G in a dream. I mentioned it to my friend F, who was at the class, and he said he felt the presence a few times during the lesson.

Hope I get to know him better!