Posts Tagged ‘dreams’

Another world – another dream

November 26, 2014

My dreams have become much more intense. I find it more difficult to escape to a waking state the last couple of months. When I awake I do not want to return to my dreams, but sometimes I open my eyes, see the lights in the kitchen, or hear my husband up and getting ready for work, and I close my eyes knowing I will return to my dream.

I see them clearly for days – with my eyes open. They seem to have a warning within them. I notice more and more the rooms have lots of people but they are under the commands of the heads of the machines that run constantly.

A man walks close to the door and is seductively pulled in to see what is happening. Then it becomes nearly impossible to escape, though a few keep trying.

The human is drawn in by the technology and then the human looses the power to choose – or at least is taught that he can no longer choose. He believes it. He must continue to be in a trance and keep the systems running efficiently. He doesn’t know why. The unit of humans is no longer and each is alone.

I tried last night to find an exit, to move out into the fresh air and away from the sway of the ever-powerful machines, and those fully indoctrinated in commanding the humans to continue to work until they die.

I made it outside once and there was a long stretch of beach, and a large tree in front of me. I climbed it and could see for miles, but there was no place to go, only the large building behind me. I knew if I went back in I would not be able to leave again, and I saw “words” coming to retrieve me; to lure me back into the fold.

I wanted my family. I wanted to be with all those I loved. I climbed down from the tree and spoke to the “words” trying to coax me back to the way everyone else had gone. It seemed hopeless and overpowering.

When I awoke again I was relieved as I had been afraid and knew the ending was going to be bad, yet I closed my eyes and went back into my dream to fight what was happening. I was afraid but I knew I had the choice to win.

I was once again in the building – this time I noticed it was huge and seemed to be almost a maze. I could hear voices but everyone was separated. Occasionally I would see a group being guided to another area and then separated. Everyone was so subservant. No struggle, they moved like a herd of cattle heading for the barn to be fed-or to the slaughterhouse….

I slid quietly from one space to another and then I knew I was going to get out again.i would fight with every breath.

I opened my eyes and it was 7AM, the day before Thanksgiving, 2014.

I awoke and this took form on paper

May 25, 2014

I don’t know what happened as some of the paragraphs were repeated.  It now stands corrected.  Have a beautiful moment – and the next, and the next!

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I had a dream, and then another and another – night after night, month after month, year after year.  Years turned to decades and I found myself dreaming, still.

Life changed the dreams from beautiful flights of fancy to tears sometimes.  Everything in my waking hours turned to dreams.  All memories bound together by darkness and restless eyes.

Dreams turned to acknowledgements, wisdom, wishes and the still hope lay in the path to fly again.  I saw the future of the core of humans still aspiring, and of those who lost their way.  I saw minds turn to stone and move like robots over the drying planet.

I had a dream. All the youthful errors were brought to light and the heart of my heart shone above all others on the browning planet.  He was stable and like a rock.  He was true, and I was his soul mate and Spiritual friend.  All others dissipated like fog in late morning.

I was old and disabled.  I passed by a woman who scowled and resented everything.  I told her to try to smile.  I told her it would make all easier and love would come to her.

I watched youth and a robust and healthy young woman pivoted and turned with grace and ease.  I cried for the exchange of freedom in movement to truth coming.  I knew.

I dreamed of the multilevel dome and how I could see everything outside from within.

Across the glass bridge, everything was transparent and I ran and skipped across it and back to the dome.

Within the confines, which felt limitless, I found myself turning like the tiny ballerina on the music box, again and again I moved with the music in my mind.  I spun around the top level of the dome, never faltering, never less than steady.   When I stopped I looked at the sky outside and it was pure blue and knew I would fly again soon.

blue sky

“If I could just remember how”, I thought.  “I would gently lift, and with my head tilted towards the sky I would put my arms back beside my body. then back further, with fingers together and hands relaxed, still parallel to my body, but behind it now, I would pick up speed and gentle altitude – between the old buildings, now higher in the sky.

Above the empty cities, turning with arms out to my side, above the mountains, above where the green and blue once joined in gentle landscape.”

I knew I would remember again.  I was there already within my mind.  I flew over small institution cubes where the workers could be monitored, and the core of the common man now lived.  Everything had changed.   I could see it was near the time.

I lived my life and learned all of it.  I did not choose an easy end.  I fulfilled my time with grace and still a soft heart.

I awoke and was glad my dreams had finally left me.  For so many years in waking hours my mind lived in both the awake world and the dream world.  I could not forget either.

But I was meant to learn my lessons and I was tenacious and hungry still for adventure.

I awoke and the light was brilliant.  I had seen so many faces in the walls, and floors.  I could not be alone and awake, and daydream for a moment that the faces of multitudes did not appear to me.

I was glad to forsake my day on planet earth. I was glad to give up the freedom and treacheries of my dreams. I was glad to be without form in Spirit alone. . I was finally “as it should be”; as it will be for so many – as it is destined to be.

I felt snuggled in love and embraced in truth.  I realized I was never alone.  I never had been.

I could fly again.

 

 

 

 

DREAMS

May 7, 2014

This is my six-hundred and twenty-third post.  You may think it a bit bizarre, but once in a while, I may be a bit bizarre!

Here I am again, armed withwords, ready to spew forth on paper, from the depth of my dreams the last couple of nights, what needs for me to be released.

Dreams have been a vast portion of my life. For eons dreams have been considered prophecy, or the brain settling in on incidents in a persons life. They have even been considered nonsensical, to have no meaning at all.

They mean something to me. In my life I had two two specific queries I put in my prayers. I needed immediate help with answers, and awoke at four in the morning with my answers. I immediately wrote the dreams on paper, and forthwith followed those answers to perfection.

My dreams have ALWAYS been my “other” life, taking me to places I have never seen and introducing me to peoples I have never met. Ninety-nine percent of the time I have loved my dreams and often wished I could stay in them. On occasion I have closed my eyes and once again returned to the places of my dreams.

I rarely forget my dreams, and only once in a while are they confusing. The best part of my dreams, ever, is flying. There is something in my living soul that makes me feel if I could just remember how – I could fly. I remember lifting off the ground and the positions I was in, and even the places I have flown in my dreams.

Well the past two nights were not so light. If you think I am insane, I am to a certain extent, I think we all have a “touch” of insanity. A human factor that sometimes can be unsettling.

I have no evil in me. Of that I am certain. Just still a “believer” in human kind,  and sometimes that has caused me to make terrible choices. Also, I admit, I have justified certain events in my life so I could “allow” myself to do whatever it was I justified. Big mistake. Alcohol was always involved in my worst mistakes (my husband calls alcohol “devil juice).

This first dream fogs in on a man I once knew who was evil. He was the epitome of evil.

He could make you believe there was good in him, and after a while, would draw you into his scheme of things. He hurt everyone that was in his life.

I bought into his program and wound up marrying him. We were married two years before I realized he was an alcoholic that sat in bars all day while I worked. He was a cheat, and a liar.

I could write a book about the five years I tossed into the trash can, but I survived and learned that which I need never have learned! This man died ten years ago, and it has been over thirty years since I was with him. He killed himself with alcohol and drugs, as he was facing prison for abusing and stealing from the elderly.

Still, he has never left me alone. When he died he was the first person I felt no regret for his death. I only felt relief because he would never hurt anyone again. But in my dreams he has surfaced time and time again.

Each time he was up to his old tricks.   After the dreams I always awoke with the feeling that I wished he would leave me alone! I wondered how long this would go on.

Well night before last it ended. Somehow in this fog we were near a lake – there were inlets and small boats traversing hidden coves. I was not privy to how I killed him, but in my dream he was reduced to a small packet (about the size of a baseball card), and he was dead. I tried to get rid of the card by throwing it in the water, but it floated.

So I took it up and wandered around trying to finish him for good.

There was a campfire close by, not really the kind in a pit, but in a deep barrel. It was burning hotly. I threw the packet in the white-hot fire and he was gone, burnt to ashes.

I knew he would never be back and I felt safe.

Upon waking I was startled, not because I remembered my dreams, but because I knew he would never bother them again. It was finished.

Last night in my dreams I was on crutches, ambling on foot through an unfamiliar town.

I limped past bars, and heard loud voices trying to “out volume” each other. I made it through stores that were closed, and began to walk on the sidewalk. It was going uphill, and I tired, so I went into a store that carried just about everything.

It was busy, but very interesting. I got to the back of the store and saw a green velvet chair that looked very comfortable. I sat down and noticed a pile of large photo albums stacked next to me. I randomly picked one up, and when I looked at the first photo I realized it was pertaining to me, and all that has been in my life, to this point. I turned each page and was fascinated to see all those who have crossed my path, and those who have been in my life for a long while.

About half was through I began to see photographs that were less than photos you would put in your album. Large photographs that reflected things in my life that was prior to this between only me, God, and maybe one or two other human beings. Certainly photographs that I don’t remember, but they were all inclusive as to reflect the times in my life I would rather keep to myself. It was humbling and also a revelation to see experiences and reflections of “another me”.

Somehow, when I awoke, I felt that it was all revealed, and that I am now never to be bothered by the man who haunted my dreams, and that I would never again lean towards a diminishing of my Spirit, nor waste a moment of this precious life. It has been a cleansing two nights, and now that I have written it on paper, things that I will not have to see or review again…for now.

If you dream you will understand. If you don’t, I hope at least I have been able to air my dreams and share with you two nights that I believe are very important in my life.

As I said earlier in the post, sometimes my dreams are so very wonderful I never want to wake up! I call my dreams, “My other life”. I will fly again. So now do you think I am mad?

Have a beautiful day and do not toss to the wind a moment of your life. The moments of your life do the “flying” and I want them to be filled with joy and unrelenting good! You don’t have to be a saint, but be kind, be wise, love mightily, and forgive those who have made mistakes and are trying to go on the right path. That does not mean you have to “hang out” with them, but if you do not forgive, it only hurts you! Be kind to you.

Thanks reading my post! I will write again soon, and one never knows, it may again touch on dreams or who knows what!

 

 

The Dream

November 16, 2011

I awoke from a dream three minutes ago and felt compelled to write it down. It’s 6:50 AM. It could have been today’s reality; it was such an intense dream. It will stay with me, again, for a long while. Maybe you’ve been there.

I was thirty-five years younger, and I was meeting friends and other couples to go on a bus trip. I was with the man I had just married.

He was a con artist but that was not something I could not see at the time. Every one told me not to marry him, but how could I have known? Oh yes, the little voice from within told me not to do it, but I met him and fell into his arms…hurt from a failed marriage, with a man who never got close to me except to have two children.

I was hungry for “LOVE and affection”. I needed a DREAM.

My dream of being in love and having the perfect family had been
dashed, ending with my husband having a blatant affair, and refusing to give it up, even after counseling.

This man knew who and what he wanted, and what he wanted was me. He wanted all of me. He wanted my joy, my happiness, my beautiful children and home, my sex, my money – he wanted everything.

I immersed my true spirit with a cup of alcohol, which I thought relaxed me – then added a dash of pot, and with that managed to fool myself into just WHO he really was. I NEEDED that dream.

Anyway, we were on the bus and he stepped off for a few, with some of the other guys, and when he came back, he was totally someone else. He was angry. He moved away from me, and I wasn’t sure why. Everyone on the bus was shocked.

They were in the same dream as I was, and were deluded in their lives.

By then I knew he was drunk. I didn’t know what else he’d done, I assumed crank or pot, or another woman, but he was DIFFERENT. He was indifferent to me, and mad at me and began to show another self.

He flirted for a brief moment with a friend, and then I saw he was
almost laying on the floor, insecure, and obviously not the man I thought I knew.

I told one of the girls “I knew I shouldn’t have married him”, and he heard me and wreathed upright and said, “What did you say?”
The venom almost dripped from his mouth like a mad dog.

He was angry again. Strangely, I felt compassion for him.

I awoke. The dream seemed to last the night. I was startled. That dream was my reality thirty-five years ago, and it still haunts me in my sleep.

I have since forgiven myself, but it took almost twenty-five years to do that, and I still ask God for forgiveness for the horror my children saw, and perhaps the mistakes they are making because of it………

Children don’t learn from words. They learn from what they see and hear.

I am listening to my heart and the holy voice from within these days. I knew I must write this down to share. I prayed several days ago for the motivation and inspiration to once write again.

Yesterday I had a better dream. It was about a holy kiss. I knew I was supposed to write that too, but I “put it off” to take care of catching up from a trip. I will not do that again. When I am given inspiration, I will share it in the hope it will be inspiring to someone and that I will be sharing the love and hope I’ve been given.

A Holy Kiss will be written later today. CREATE your life in reality and with intellect and a fair helping of emotion. Depend on
God and don’t give up!