Not Fade Away

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.

Role Rehearsal

2.14.14

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.

The Space In Between

2.4.14

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.

low 2 us

8/31/13

I entered this large hall with a swimming area. It was a stone enclosure that looked 'old'...but wasn't. The pool was clear and had blue tiles in the bottom. I was thinking of swimming but found 9 women already swimming there. Why 9? I do not know. I didn't count them. I just 'knew' there was 9 of them. I also notice that they spanned the age spectrum... but all were older adults, with some being very old.

Not wishing to disturb them, and them not paying any attention to me, I decided to sit down at the end of the pool and meditate instead. I cleared my mind and after a bit I noticed that my body began to feel lighter. I just took this realization in without any surprise or extra emotion. Curious, I looked to my right hand and noticed a spot in the palm. I willed that spot to manifest into the form it should take and then suddenly a plant started to grow from it. I willed it to keep forming and it grew into a lovely lotus blossom. The blossom glowed as if white iridescent light was emanating from it. As it grew, I could feel my body rise from the ground and levitate. The more it grew and blossomed, the higher I levitated and the lighter I felt. I willed the flower back to it's original state, and when I did, my body sat back down on the ground.

I played with this process a few times. That was when I noticed that it felt like something was weighing on my body, pushing me back down, even when the lotus was fully grown. I looked down at my body for the first time and I noticed that a reddish colored, with gold trim mantle, was draped across my left shoulder, over my 'heart' and across my right hip. It too had an iridescent quality to it. Dispassionately, I decided to see what would happen if I lifted the mantle off my shoulder. When I did, it was like my body and spirit was 'naked,' filled with light and I had absolutely no weight at all.

I played with this mantle a few times as well, removing and replacing it. I also did a bit of 'dancing' around and stretching out while I levitated. I realized that at any moment I could entirely remove the mantle, and somehow knew, that if I did...I would have no desire to go back to wearing it. I felt no shame, or really any strong emotions at all, in this process. I determined that this was not the time though to remove the mantle. I replaced the mantle back on my shoulder and willed the flower back into my palm. When doing so, my body settled back on the ground. I got up and left the room....never once stepping into the pool before me.

All this time, none of the other ladies even noticed what I was doing...nor did I care if they did or not.

A tRIP kNot TaKin

Dream 9-5-12

I was preparing to leave for an important vacation trip. I thought I had everything ready and prepared, so I was working at getting those around me ready for the trip as well. Most wouldn't even listen to me tell them about important this journey would be for them to take, others made it clear they weren't going to go, a couple were listening, but they were very distracted about getting ready. So, I proceeded to try and move the distracted ones along in getting ready.

When the black bus that was going to take us pulled up to board, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my ID that allowed me to go on this particular ride. I ran inside to get it but I also had forgotten where I put it. I looked in the closet and found it stuffed so full of all different sorts of jackets and coats I could barely find anything at all. I searched and found my train ID and ran back outside, just in time to see the bus pull away.

Only two of the people I had tried to get ready had managed to board it. The rest were off dilly dallying and not even paying any attention. One of the two that did board was waving out the window, encouraging me to run after the bus, but I was so loaded down with my belongings I could only move very slowly. The person's yelling got the bus driver to slow to a stop for a moment. I realized then that if I wanted to catch that bus, I was going to have to drop my belongings and make a run for it. Just as I was about to do that though the bus started back up and took off, leaving me there...very upset.

I set my things down and crawled into the corner on the front porch to mope.

My grandmother, looking very young (like how she did in her pictures before my mom was even born) came out of the house and scolded me. She told me that if I had paid better attention to my own needs, instead of worrying about everybody else, I would have made that bus. She stated that if the others truly wanted to go they would have done so for themselves and would only have asked for my help IF they had needed it. She also reminded me about how much baggage I was carrying and how I didn't need any of it. She ended it with a 'now get off your duff, get back to work and make sure you are really ready for when the next bus arrives.'

*** In other dreams, when Gramma Grace's presence arrives in the form of a butterfly, a death has occurred soon after. This has happened more than once. This time though, she appeared in person...

September 23, 2012

I had 3 dreams, all in a row. One right after the other, where I would wake up in between each of them and then would go back to sleep and dream the next one.

In the first dream, I was in an old house and walked upstairs. At the top pf the landing, which was like an attic, I saw a door to my right. My maternal grandfather, feeling almost like a ghost, appeared behind me. He indicated for me to open the door. When I did, it looked a closet that had been made into a place to keep records and books. It was full of shelves packed with books, scrolls and even some stone tablets. I could see some of them were very old and dusty and some of them were newer. When I looked closer, I could see each one of them had date spans written on them. I looked closer at one of them and saw that it had a date from the 1800's on it, but I woke up before I could really register any more than that. Somehow, with out speaking, Gramps made it very clear that this was HIS 'records' and that he very much wanted me to read them.

The second dream was a bit more upsetting, for I was handed my mother's obituary. It had her birthday and Oct 22 on it. I am not sure if 22 was to mean a day or a year, for I didn't register if there was a 3rd set of numbers or not. I just remember realizing what it was, and was very upset at the person for not telling me sooner. In the dream, it happened in such a way that I wasn't even able to see her before she died. As I began to weep, I was adamantly told to focus, that she would NOT be gone, that she was still with us, and to realize that she would be inclined to follow my Gramps. I woke up at after that.

* It did occur to me after waking that my mother had had her brain surgery, and the stroke from it, on Oct 23, 92. In some ways her personality had changed so much afterward that I had often thought that my mother sort of died on that table. In some ways it was a good thing, for she doesn't remember a lot of the 'bad' things anymore.

In the 3^rd dream, I don't remember all the details EXCEPT right before I woke, my maternal grandfather again appeared before me and just repeatedly kept saying, "I was born on Sept 21st." My Gramps was born in January, so I found this odd.

November 15, 2012

Okay....now I just had a dream about Nana (dad's mom). Kind of depressing one though. It was sooo unlike the one with mom's parents. Mom's parents were like energetically kicking me in the ---. Nana was more subdued and complaining about feeling trapped and clinging to the past.

I was with someone (not sure who) in a thrift/antique/estate sale type store, when I realized that many of things looked familiar. I couldn't place why. In my looking around, I ended up crossing to the left side of the place. I followed some stairs up and then next thing I know, I found myself in someone's home, but it was old, dingy and looked as it had been picked through. I then realized that many of things that were in the thrift store had been pulled out of this person's home. When I went in further to the back part of the home, I saw my paternal grandmother sitting there, looking very old, tired and sad. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that they were selling off all of her keepsakes and that soon nothing much will be left. She was complaining that there was nowhere for her to go either, that she was trapped here while they did this to her. I asked her why she felt trapped and she pointed to where the front door used to  be, and I saw that it not only had been boarded up, but that concrete had been poured to seal the door and the front windows. I told her she could leave the same way I came in. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. I indicated the stairs I had come up and told her to use the back door and proceeded to leave that way. I'm not too sure if she followed, because the next thing I remember...

What's weird is the dream about her merged into a dream about...all I can describe it like....was...I was dreaming about the man from Atlantis....you know the TV guy one? That's how he looked and acted....and he had these weird contact lenses that allowed him to see in the dark under water.

It was night and I stood next to him on a damn/bridge over a river. It was like we doing some sort of secret spy type of thing. He kept going into the water and coming back out. I stood by to keep an eye out. The last time he came out, he indicated that he was having trouble seeing and that we were going to have to go deeper and farther out together this time. He pulled out two contact lenses from his sleeve, put them in and then indicated for me to follow him. When I jumped in with him into the water, it was like an huge atmospheric gray cloud engulfed us. I couldn't see anything, but he could (because of the lenses). He guided me through the water and we came ashore on a river bank right before I woke up.

And Grace Will Lead Us Home...

"A butterfly flew into the room and hovered for awhile over the dying Empress, and when she had breathed her last it spread its wings and flew out into the free air again." THE EMPRESS FREDERICK



July 28, 2011

In this dream, I didn't really recall all that much of it. I am just recounting the unusual part of it.

I woke up in the middle of the early morning hours with some past life matches for my mother and her parents that Brianstalin made running VERY strongly on my mind. Puzzled as to why this was, I then recalled part of the dream I had just had. In it I was talking with someone and something flew by our heads and alighted upon the wall nearby. I looked closer and realized I was looking at a blue and gold butterfly. I pointed the butterfly out to the person I was talking to and told them that when I see a butterfly in my dreams, it often is my grandmother visiting with me. It was in that moment that I realized I was dreaming this, while still asleep.



UPDATE: August 4, 2011

In my dreams, when I am visited by my 'guides,' they always appear with blue and gold colors. The colors can be emanating from them, engulf them completely, or show up in an important object they want me to pay attention to.

When a butterfly visits my dreams, I feel my maternal grandmother's presence. Butterflies were her favorite and she had them hanging all over her house when I was growing up. When I see a butterfly in my dreams it always seems to have a blue and gold color to it. Looking back at these dreams though, I'm starting to see it occurs within a short time before someone in my family dies. The first time I remembered dreaming of one was right before my grandfather passed, then my cousin, then my aunt...and now, the day after I had this dream, on July 29, my nephew was killed in a motorcycle accident...

I love you Gramma Grace and thanks for the 'knowing' and reconnection...but it is still hard.

Amazing Grace Lyrics

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.



T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.



The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.



Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
and mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
a life of joy and peace.



When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.



"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

Learning Curve

Feb 20, 2011

The whole evening of dreams was in in sequence, like a story. Every time I woke up, when I would go back to sleep, I would pick up where I left off. I can not recall of all of the events, but I do remember that it was not jumbled like many dreams can be and there were a few times I was aware that I was dreaming. I kept getting that the people I was encountering were 'aliens', but they looked normal and more 'majestic' somehow than humans normally look. All the buildings we were in also had that same look and feeling. The whole dream had a feel of antiquity to it, but at the same time, it was very fresh and modern.

I remember that I was not necessarily running from them, but more like I was being very careful not to be spotted by them. In fact, it was like I was going to different places where they were, like I was spying and gathering as much information about them as I could without be seen.

In one part of the dream, I woke up to find myself in a transport vehicle that felt like it was flying somehow. It had a rounded tunnel like feel to it and a section on the right side that would open up as a ramp when needed. A man appeared who was quite luminous and striking in appearance and I was quite taken with him. He had hair the color of gold, was quite 'perfect' to behold, and though he did not talk much, he managed to quickly subdue and seduce me. As our encounter progressed, I realized, to my frustration, he had no real substance and my conscious mind became aware for a moment that it was because I was dreaming this.

I later found myself outside a church/temple like building at night. I walked up the steps and entered the building. Inside it had the appearance of a theater, with seats that sloped down to a small stage at the bottom. I felt like it was some sort of lecture hall of some sort. The place was empty though. I made my way through to a courtyard and entered another series of buildings. It felt as if I was at some sort of university or something like it.

In one of these buildings I came upon a large pool and had the urge to swim in it, but as I was about to do so, I saw the water was full of these gelatinous looking creatures and I pulled back. I got the feeling it was some sort of genetic experiment and these were creatures created this way. Just as I pulled back, I heard the soft voices of the people I was 'spying upon' and went to hide. I watched them walk by and go up a wide staircase to enter another chamber in the building.

At another point I found my way into a small room where I found the man I encountered earlier sitting in meditation. I sat down across from him. I wondered at how he seemed to literally glow, with a golden white light coming from inside him. My mind thought of him at that moment as 'the light bearer.' As I sat there he proceeded to tell me that there was no such thing as darkness, no evil, no illness, or any of these things...only light. I began to question him about the apparent polarity with this world and he reminded me to remember our earlier encounter, how it felt, and reminded me that everything is just a dream...