Me and my husband went upstairs to check on new place we were planning to move into for our business and found the previous occupants were still there. I watched as the landlord got on their case and told them their time had run out. She told them they had to gather what they still wanted and leave immediately. I felt kind of bad because one of them was a tiny woman in a wheel chair. Though she was clearly an adult, she couldn't have been more than 2 feet tall. They quickly went around and gathered a few belongings and departed. As I watched them leave, the 2 full sized individuals let the midget grab hold of their hands so she could prop herself up...and moon us. They then all laughed uproariously as they left. I was then left with the mess they left behind. The landlord told me to do as I pleased with it...that it was my mess to deal with now and departed as well. I looked around and immediately thought 'most of this shit has got to go.' I began picking up things and noticed a blonde suit on the wall. I realized I was looking at a rock and roll souvenir. It was labeled as one of the suits Bowie had worn. I looked more closely at the other things in the room and realized the place was full of other things that would fit real nicely in the rock and roll hall of fame. I stood there perplexed, wondering if this was so precious to them, why would they leave things like this for me to clean up. In the middle of the room was a display filled with confectionery 'trifles'. My husband got excited about that and started talking about how we could continue with this business, since it was already laid out for us. I was adamant about NOT doing that. I told him he could eat what sweet he wanted there, but I wasn't going into the business of selling sweets. He picked one of them up for me to try...and to try to convince me otherwise. I tasted it, but reminded him that their left over business was not the reason why we came here.
I dreamed a nightmare of being lost in the maze of the
Kardashian's house. Somehow I had got mixed up in some tour they have
for their 'fans' and I couldn't seem to find my way back out. Every room
I went into I would find yet another Kardashsian affiliate telling yet
another story for their 'viewers.' I made my way to a 'behind the
scenes' backroom where they had a filing cabinet. When I looked it was
filled with folders marked with different historical names and time
periods. I pulled out the one titled 'Greece' and opened it...and got
real pissed off because I knew right away that what I was looking at was
inaccurate. It was ALL nonsense and made of pure fantasy. I left that
room, still looking for the way out and came upon a bathroom. The door
was wide open, and clearly meant to be for the 'fans' to stop by as
well. To my chagrin I found my husband hiding behind the door watching
two young lovers in the bathtub...doing what young lover do in
bathtubs...while being a total voyeur. He acted like, since he was
hiding behind the door, no one could possibly see what he was up to. I
went over and tried to get him out of there, but he wouldn't come with
me. I left him and found yet another 'behind the scenes' room, this
time with big bound books. They had very impressive looking black covers
on them with the white titles printed very nicely on the cover, but when I
went to open them, they were all full of blank pages. Only a few of them
had some lines done by hand, as if to write something on them, but nothing else. I was woken up at that
moment by my husband, so I have no clue where the dream would have gone
from there...but my waking thought was...they are trying to rewrite history...
The
other night I had a dream of cleaning out my house. It was an old house
that had been built and added onto in odds ways. It had lots of
clutter, dust and cobwebs. I was rethinking how to redo and organize the
house. I was intensely cleaning, but every time I thought that things
were now clean, I would find even more old cobwebs and cluttery doodads
that have been lost over time. A woman that reminded me of an actress
friend of mine, Pamela Finney, was
like the housekeeper or matron of the house and was sort of telling me
what to do. I realized I was holding onto some of her things, that I
didn't realize, and returned them to her. At the front of the house
there was a entryway with lush plants growing everywhere. I was
reconfiguring where the mail slot should be without compromising the
security of the house, but still opening up the inside of the house to
let in more light and see the garden area outside.
A woman knocked on my door. When I answered, she told me she was guided to find me and
that she had something to give me. She handed me several stacks of what appeared to be
newsletters, with light blue paper, that she had made up. They were in about 6 or so stacks, and were copies that she told me were intended for me to learn from
and then hand out and teach others as well.
When I started to try
and read what was written on them, I noticed they were about different
myths of various gods and goddesses, but the stories told were very much
different than what we normally here about them. I pointed that out to
her. She replied that she had been guided to access
the stories directly without any influence from what others had already
written and now it was up to me to decide what to do with them from
that point on, because her job was done
...but, before she could turn them over to me, I needed to sign for them. She told me I had to make sure I used a
small circle directly above the 'i' in my name and carefully cross my all my t's as well.
I did as she said. When done, my signature looked more like something you would find on an artistic stamp
rather than a my actual signature (nothing like how I sign my name now). She
then signed her name as well. It was less elaborate but beautiful to look in
its simplicity. She then walked off, leaving me with the stacks of
papers to read.
Some dreams stick with you and time does not seem to fade them in the least...
Sometime in 1991 or so I dreamed...
I was in what appeared to be a temple and I wore an elegant, yet plain, white robe. It was as if lived there and people from all over would come to see me. I was being waited on hand and foot and much loved by these people. I felt a huge responsibility to them, but I felt a deeper connection to everything, the whole of creation that went beyond their presence...as if I was with them, but not really.
There was a big celebration occurring, almost like an prelude to some ritual. Lots of food, wine and sexual frivolity happening. For some reason I could tell I was somehow a key figure as to why...yet, at the same time, I didn't care about any of it.
I had multiple hand servants, both male and female, waiting on me. One of these servants was my boyfriend at the time in 'real' life. I was laying on this huge cushion like bed or couch, in a large room, with music playing and a number of people around me enjoying themselves in many ways. The boyfriend (who was a servant and some sort of male concubine in my dream) was professing his undying love for me and pleading with me not to leave him and/or them. I told him that whatever happens to me, I will always be with him - that he should not concern himself with such. I felt such a deep love for everyone there, yet at the same time, not attached to what was happening. I then knew it was time for me to leave.
I next found myself out on a hillside, in a golden field of grain, overlooking a valley below. I could see all around me vast amounts of grain gently rustling in the wind. No one else was there. It was just me, but I did not feel alone at all. I felt the presence of what one would call 'God' in everything and everywhere. With the connection, I felt such vast amounts of peace and love. I stretched my arms toward the sky, and as I did, I heard a chorus of what one would imagine angles would sound like. As the warmth of the sun touched my skin, I heard them sing and I sang with them....repeating several times...
"God come into me, teach me the way, how to be, closer to thee..."
I awoke with such a feeling of peace that I had not felt up to then.
Sometime around 1995 or so...
I have had what I call 'death' visit me...
It
(he) came in the form of how we expect Morpheus, the Grim Reaper, or even an
Incubus to look: a handsome young looking, yet somehow ageless, man
with a black cloak. He did not come to collect my soul, or 'suck' my
soul, per say, but to offer me 'power'...over life and death itself.
I
'awoke' to find this apparition bent over me. The room was in negative
(like how a negative for black and white pictures looks), which told me I
was peeking into the lower astral realms. He placed his hand on my
belly, and when he did so, I began to feel him trying to do energy like
work on me. It felt like I was beginning to dissolve into the universe
itself. As I watched, his face, under his hood, went through the aging
process, and then the process of decay after we die, and finally
dissolving into a black void. At the same time I felt his hand on my
belly do the same.
I
had no fear of this apparition. I actually didn't have much in the way
of emotions at all. When he spoke, it was more a thought, and his face
was this void by now anyway. After a few moments, he paused and asked if
I was ready. I thought for a moment, and told him, 'No.'
With
effort, I then rolled over. Willfully doing this caused him to
dematerialize altogether. I could still feel his presence
though....hovering.
I heard him ask then, 'Are you sure?"
I rolled my head back to look at him behind me now, and as I did so, this seem to give him enough impetus to re-manifest.
For
the first time, I felt a bit of 'fear' stir up in me. I remember
thinking the thought, 'wait a minute...this is more than just some
dream.' I emphatically said to him, in my thoughts, "I am sure."
I
then rolled my head back and he instantly disappeared. In that moment, I
woke up into the exact position I had rolled into my 'dream' ...with
the sun streaming in my window.
Around 1997 - A couple of years before The Matrix came out...
It
started off as what I thought to be an ordinary sort of dream, only I knew that I was dreaming. I watched myself as I was trying to break into this building where I
knew a murder had occurred, but I could not get the authorities to
believe me. I was thinking: if I could figure out how to get in, I
could gather the proof I needed to get people to believe that a certain murder I knew had been committed had
occurred. As I was doing this, I was spotted by law enforcement, and I knew if I didn't do
something soon, I would be caught, blamed for this murder and it would be too late for me to do
anything. With much urgency, I managed to pry open a window and slid
through it before they caught up with me.
It turned out to be a time portal of some sort.
It took me to the future....and very dark future....showing me what was left after a massive die off of all life on the planet.
I was outside a dark tower, looking across a vast
expanse of land, and noticed that the only real vegetation that was
growing on the land was a glowing type of fungi. The sky was dark and no apparent sun
seemed to have lit the sky for some time. I saw a lone person, in full gear with a breathing mask, gathering
the fungi for food. I followed this person into the building.
Inside
the building, I noticed this tower was designed with a hole in the
center and honey comb like chambers lined the walls as far as I could
see when I looked up...and down. I saw the person literally float up through the
center of the building and check the different honeycomb like chambers
as s/he went up. I then realized that there was a gravitational sort of
vortex the figure had stepped into to do that. I followed this person and I went
up as well. I realized that each chamber, which looked like a vault or crypt, held a person being held in some
sort of life support suspension. I followed the figure to their chamber,
and watched them hook themselves to this life
support, after waking up another 'caretaker' to take over for them.
I
then felt the presence of one of my guides. He told me this was a
potential future for human kind if something wasn't done to change the
course of things.
I then felt I was propelled even further into the future.
I
found myself as a child in a dome building, laying on the ground, with
lots of vegetation around me. I was sick from radiation poisoning that I
had been exposed to outside of the dome and this place was like a
sanatorium/hospital.
A man in light colored robes was kneeling
over me doing some sort of energy healing on me. On his hands he had
some device that was helping to neutralize the effects of the radiation.
After he was done, I was told to rest, take in plenty of fluids, and
take in the healing energy that the place offered.
As I walked
around taking in the place, I came upon an elderly woman. She asked me
why I was there, being
I was so young. I told her about my exposure to the radiation. To my
shock and disbelief, she told me that when she was my age, before the
dark time, radiation had been used to try and heal people.
I then woke up.
Around 1997, not too long after the one above...
This dream felt like it was it was an extension of the dream right above, like it started where the other had left off. Only, this time several beings came and literally came into my room while I slept and transported me to a future point in time.
I was shown a community of people who lived, on the surface, what seemed almost like an Amish or naturalistic commune sort of life. They lived very simply and shared the work to maintain the community equally. They dressed in simple plain colored cotton like clothes with no real adornments and had almost an austere hermetic lifestyle. Their buildings were also in a similar style.
They led me into a larger hall where a number of the community were gathering. I was told I was the reason for this 'meeting.' The man who was guiding me, informed me that they are the record keepers and they travel through time to find prior incarnations of certain people, to ask questions, clarifying data about specific events that have happened in the time line, and to bring healing and deeper understanding.
It was then I became aware of a young woman looking very closely at me. I was startled when I realized she looked a lot like me. I was told by the man that she was a future incarnation of myself and the reason why I was specifically brought here. He proceeded to explain, that this incarnation held certain information needing to be reviewed and that my consciousness was at a level that could somewhat process this journey and what they were about to do.
I was then seated on a small stage. The room was modeled like a small round theater with the 'audience' sitting on curved benches around this stage. When everyone present was seated, they darkened the room and for the first time I realized that they actually did have technology, as a holographic projection lit up on the stage next to me. The man whispered to me that in this time and place, technology was used with much caution. He told me that history has shown just how damaging it can be when overused, or used without full understanding of what it can do.
To my surprise, I then watched as they began to show images from my current life. This began an interesting question and answer session, interesting in the manner that I was never really outright asked questions. It was more like I was mentally probed by the minds of the people present as we all watched my life flash by.
When it was done, without a word, everyone rose and left, and I literally felt myself 'whoosh' back into the present time and woke up.
2006 or 2007
I was in the sky looking down a vast landscape covered with vegetation and trees. It was dusk and I was alone. As I took in the scenery, I noticed a large mound that looked like a hill, but I knew it wasn't anything that nature made. Suddenly the hill started to cave in, beginning in the center, revealing a huge underground ancient ruin of a city. As the hole grew wider, it created a vacuum that sucked me into it. As I descended into the hole, I noticed around me layers of living quarters, like stories found in a skyscraper, with doors, windows and stairways all facing inward toward this pit I was falling into. When I reached the bottom, I could no longer see the sky, it was so deep. Even then I realized it wasn't the bottom, only a point where the debris had filled it in. No longer able to fly like I was before, I began to crawl and search to find my way out of this underground labyrinth I was sucked into. As I did so, the ground beneath me shook and began to give way some more. I clung to the wall and railings I could find until the shaking stopped. In a panic I began yelling for help. Suddenly a number of blue ghostly like forms emerged from the 'rooms' in the structure and floated around me. I could sense they 'lived' here, but like in a different dimension than I was seeing it as. They projected a force field around me which helped me to regain some of my earlier buoyancy. As I crawled onto the ledge, one of the forms, which I sensed was male, came closer to me. I recall asking him, with a vague unformed thought, "What the...?" He formed a thought in my head, "You are one of us." Puzzled, I again did the "What?" He then told me, "You don't remember, but we have important things to discuss. You will not remember any of it upon awaking."
The next thing I remember was waking up. I don't recall anything he said after that.
I was a young woman, slim (much more so than I was ever in this life) in my late teens/early 20's, with straight brown hair that was cut in a 'bob' just past my shoulders. It seemed that I had a disability to where I was weak in the left side of my body. It seemed it also affected my speech. I am not sure if I was born this way, had a stroke, or was in some sort of accident - but there was a sense that I was getting better and stronger by the day.
The dream was like watching a day in 'my' life and this one was an important day of asserting my independence.
My mother now was my care giver in this dream. She looked like she was still in her 20's or maybe early 30's. She was much heavier than I was in this dream though. Interestingly, even with the differences, I can not help but note that there is much similarity to how I am in this dream to how my mother is now...and visus versus. In this dream though, I got a sense that she was related but more like a sister than a mother to me. It was just her and me in our household. I watched as an observer as we went though the day. I took care of myself pretty much, dressing, bathing, eating, etc...but she was there to assist me when I needed.
What I noticed though was like this was in the future. A lot of the things in the home looked familiar to how homes are now, but there were big differences as well. It reminded me of how things from the past can still be seen and used today, but at the same time there are many things that you would never have seen 50 years ago.
Some of these differences may have been adaptions for my 'handicap' - but I am not sure on that. For example, there was no light fixtures or switches. The room seemed to adjust to these things by itself when you walked in. There was no stand alone refrigerator either. Instead, the refrigeration of food was kept inside the wall, between the counter top and the top shelf area. There was actually a covered recessed area in the wall next to the counter top that stored appliances and the cold storage was recessed in the wall above this and below the upper cabinets. The storage areas ran the whole length of the counter and were divided into sections, so that different things could be stored in different sections. When everything was closed and put away, these storage areas were completely hidden behind the wall and opened with just a very light touch to them. In my dream I remember pulling out a plate of food from one of the cold storage areas, putting it on the table, and then going back to a different cold storage section to get some fruit. Not sure, but I don't recall seeing anything to cook food with in this kitchen area. Everything I ate came out of these hidden refrigeration units.
I then remember seeing us going to a 'car' lot to test drive a vehicle. The vehicle I was looking at was a light jade green color with a white interior. Again, I can not say if the vehicle I was trying out was an adaptation for my 'handicap' but it was not like any car we see now. It was a single person pod shaped vehicle that did not have a steering wheel. Instead the vehicle responded to micro movement from the body with controls also where the hands and feet rest. The interior seat and sides were cushioned with what I would consider to be air bags. When inside, it encased (almost cushioning) the person. There was no door as we think of it either. Instead it was a rounded roof like window that raised up with a light touch of the hand. There didn't seem to be any motor either. If there was, it was hidden under the seat. If fact, it almost seemed that the vehicle may have been powered by my very presence and energy field. There was also no dashboard. The glass window/hood became that when the vehicle was started. It came to life as soon as I sat down into it. There wasn't any noticeable wheels either. I can't say if the vehicle hovered, but it did 'glide.' The vehicle also only required a touch to lock and unlock it.
The main thing we were looking for in this vehicle was to see if I had enough coordination and strength in my muscular reflexes on the left side for the car to 'read'. With determination and excitement, I proved that I did. We decided we liked this vehicle and were going to go ahead and get it for me.
I next remember seeing us back at home later that day. I had over heard my mother (again...she obviously wasn't that in this dream) in the kitchen. She was making sounds that worried me, so I quietly peeked in to see what she was doing. I spied her heavily crying as she pulled out a big plate of food. She then started to gorge herself with the food, as she continued to cry. I felt helpless to comfort her and also terribly sad for her. It was a feeling of seeing her do this yet again to herself...this eating herself to death. I could feel a lifetime of intense stress and worry hovering over her that she couldn't shake. I knew she was doing this becasue she felt I was going to leave her now and she didn't want to loose me.
I was hanging out in the bathroom with the tub filling with water for a bath, when suddenly I became distracted with concern that 'others' were soon going to be making their way into my home. I went around the home making sure it was secure when I suddenly remember that I had left the bath water running. By then I saw that the water was beginning to rise very quickly on the floor of the house. I ran into the bathroom. Once there I saw the water had risen to where it was almost to the electrical outlets. I quickly shut the water off and pulled the drain plugs (two of them) and began thinking of how to clean up the water mess.
But before I could do that a male family member came in and told me that 'they' were coming and we needed to hide quickly. We went into my bedroom. In my closest there was a panel in the ceiling, undetectable unless pushed on a certain way, that went up into a secret room. This secret room was like a secret half floor between floors of an apartment style building. We crawled up into the area and pulled the panel back into place. The half floor that we were now in was in itself a complete living enclosure as well. We made our way across the floor to the other side and found another panel. We opened this panel, sent a wooden ladder down, and crawled back down. We then made our way out down a hallway, to a spiral staircase that took us to the ground floor to exit the building.
We almost made it out of the building but were stopped by another friend with over a dozen 'refugees' behind him. Out friend begged us to help him and this group of people, saying 'they' were coming for them and they would all die if we didn't. Somehow I noticed this group of people were what were classified as 'outcast/non white/non aryan' types of people, including one young black man, of which I felt a bit surprised to see.
I couldn't let them die. I heard outside a ruckus, so I quickly herded the group of people back the way we had come. One by one, we shoved each of them into the secret half floor room. One was a mother with a newborn. I remember thinking the baby best not cry or it will be the downfall of us all. I told them, one by one, to be VERY, VERY quiet. My friend and I did not have time to make it up there with them. So, we covered the entrance and wished for the best, with a sinking feeling in our stomachs.
I woke feeling like I had just returned from Nazi Germany.
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