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RE: The Dream Thread - Ankh - 06-12-2011
Why hebrew, ahktu?
RE: The Dream Thread - Oceania - 06-12-2011
i love hebrew!
RE: The Dream Thread - Meerie - 06-12-2011
is that an Irish beer, Ocean? the famous he-brew?
RE: The Dream Thread - Brittany - 06-12-2011
Hebrew is a sacred language. It seemed fitting.
RE: The Dream Thread - Oceania - 06-12-2011
he-man is Irish!
RE: The Dream Thread - spero - 06-12-2011
(06-11-2011, 08:21 PM)ahktu Wrote: It means
Light. Dark. Love. Always.
lol google translate had me thinking it was:
Dark Love always easy
which is kinda true...but not intended
RE: The Dream Thread - Ankh - 06-12-2011
(06-12-2011, 06:46 AM)ahktu Wrote: Hebrew is a sacred language. It seemed fitting.
It's Yahweh's language.
RE: The Dream Thread - Brittany - 06-12-2011
Yes, Google translator leaves something to be desired. Somehow, no matter what I write in there to be translated, it comes out sounding like the exact opposite of what I was trying to say!
RE: The Dream Thread - zack231 - 06-12-2011
I had the most amazing and fantastic dream last night it took me 5 mins to realize where I was when I woke up lol I guess I thought what I was seeing more realistic. The dream came after a pretty big night out of drinking, to be honest I really don't like drinking and do not do it very often only for big events as I don't like the thought of harming my body and brain, but I feel pressured from my mates. When I look around and see people stumbling and still getting more drinks, sculing drinks, spewing up drinks I just feel alone because I feel so different all the rest just carelessly drink away killing their brain cells and body and do it each and every weekend, and I just think there are better ways to enjoy yourself.
Anyway this dream I had was absolutely fantastic and almost impossible to describe, I can't really remember it all. It started withe leaving my body and was being spoken to and guided by some voice, I was taken right out and shown the the entire infinite universe it was amazing then I was like zoomed in slowly our exact place in the universe and told how there is much out there besides our little planet and not to get down and feel trapped. That not to feel alone for being so different to many over people, because there was a reason I was different and thought differently to others it was because I was special and was their for a reason. This came after I was havin negative thoughts about myself questioning "why was was I so different to my friends"? "why don't I want to get as drunk as them is there something wrong with me" and also " why do I have to be so young looking!" I'm 18 and am constantly told I don't look 18 some even tell me I look 14 everytime I go out I am told the same thing and it is really damaging to me it breaks my confidence. I think now that I probably chose to be very young looking for some reason, but it still gets to me sometimes.
Anyway now to the most amazing part of my dream where it comes to a point of indescribable beauty.. After being told by this voice there was a reason I was different, the universe and so forth I was then told I was to be shown what I really was what everything really was. And all of a sudden the physical universe turned into this amazing indescribable beauty that was a mixture of colors and movement an vibration I was then told "this is what you are made of this is what everyone and everything is made of it is all of the same material" which I believe was intelligent energy. It was so beautiful. I was told this is what everything really is but it is all spit into individual conscoiunesses to experience itself, ie I was this energy which had become and individual conscience and that I could not see any of this and saw it as the physical universe because my conscious was in that certain level which could only see visble light of that spectrum, that there are an infininte number of conscious at different levels that see the world around them according to level and ability to absorb visible light. Well that was then end of my amazing dream in which supposed real life when inwokenup felt like the dream. If you took the time to read this than I thank you and I would love someone elses perspective on this dream. Thanks
Love and light
RE: The Dream Thread - Brittany - 06-12-2011
When you're in your 40's, you'll be glad that you look young.
RE: The Dream Thread - Unbound - 06-12-2011
Kabbalah is a fascinating study for those interested in the nature of the Sacred Hebrew letters.
And that's an amazing dream Zack! I'm jealous, all of my insights simply come in to my mind, I rarely get psychedelic or spiritual experiences/dreams.
RE: The Dream Thread - Oceania - 06-13-2011
i also look young but i don't see it. i'm 28 but i still have to carry ID in case i get carded for buying beer.
i dreamt i was driving a truck and the windows were iced over so i had to spit into a cloth and rub at the windows lol. then i was driving somewhere, it was an elementary school made of red bricks, like my old school. and my friend said some guy there used to go to our school but he transferred and went to another. i also dreamt about bibilical polygamy stuff cuz i watched a lot of Big Love.
i love that show.and someone was trying to kill me and i tried to call 911 lol. i didn't feel afraid so it wasn't so bad, i wonder what it meant.
RE: The Dream Thread - Brittany - 06-13-2011
I've always aged slowly. People still call me "little girl" up at work. One lady asked me if I was old enough to work there...I'm like "Lady, I'm 25!"
RE: The Dream Thread - Unbound - 06-13-2011
Jeez, I'm 21 and I'm more bearded than most.
RE: The Dream Thread - Meerie - 06-14-2011
When I was younger I looked old. Now that I am getting older I am starting to look a bit younger. Must be my healthy lifestyle, with smoking and drinking more wine
Or as they say, alcohol preserves.
When I woke up that night i had the following sentence in my mind:
"the little i follows the big I, Mrs Wilson". I interpret it that the little self (ego) must follow the big or higher self. But why do they call me Mrs Wilson?
Will + son? something with "will". If you will, then it will happen.
RE: The Dream Thread - Ankh - 06-14-2011
(06-14-2011, 01:43 AM)Meerie Wrote: Now that I am getting older I am starting to look a bit younger. Must be my healthy lifestyle, with smoking and drinking more wine
Or as they say, alcohol preserves.
RE: The Dream Thread - Meerie - 06-14-2011
A friend of mine has Russian relatives in her extended family. Their granddad drinks a bottle of Vodka a day. He is in his mid-sixties, and she reports he is looking fit and slim and healthy. She said, just don't start drinking Vodka with him, before you know it you will be under the table, completely out of it and he will be just fine
RE: The Dream Thread - Ankh - 06-14-2011
*shocking eyes* Thank for the advice!
Although I have russian genes, Vodka is just not my thing. I got drunk for the first time when I was 14 (on a vacation in Russia of course) drinking Vodka among other things, and I learned my lessons well. I still can't drink that, or any other strong alcohol beverages.
RE: The Dream Thread - Oceania - 06-14-2011
i prefer rum. i love rum! i dreamt i was in an elevator with my best friend and the cords must have snapped or something as it suddenly plummeted down and i thought we're gonna die if i don't do something, the door wasn't there so i grabbed the first floor as it whooshed by, above the ground floor. that saved us. somehow my hands were fine.
RE: The Dream Thread - Meerie - 06-17-2011
om mani padme rum
RE: The Dream Thread - Oceania - 06-17-2011
indeed!
Post-apocalyptic dreams - Eddie - 06-26-2011
Have any of you been having dreams of post-apocalyptic adventures lately? I have had a few. Last week, a good friend had 3 or 4, one right after another just before waking up, and they were quite interesting; I'll see if I can get him to write them down, and I'll post them here if he does.
Last night, I dreamt I was in some post-apocalyptic reality. The dream started with me going into a locker room (as one might find at a gym or school), but 2 of the walls and the roof were gone. I was with a group of burly young soldiers and a few civilians, and apparently we had just emerged from some underground bunker. We went into the locker room to see if we could retrieve our stuff, which we had deposited weeks earlier. I saw that the padlock on mine had been broken, and the locker broken into and ransacked, but fortunately all the important stuff had been left; some clothes, which I put on (we were all barely dressed), and a bunch of textbooks and some other reading materials. Prominent among the reading materials was a magazine on ufology, which I was glad to see. I stuffed as much of my contents as I could into a small backpack and prepared to leave.
The soldiers, although they hadn't done anything to hurt me, were somewhat intimidating, as they seemed to expect me to remain with them, and by implication, under their control; I perceived that they had some affiliation with Nazis or Nazi philosophy. I managed to slip away from them along with a couple of other civilians.
In the next scene, a bunch of us were riding on some strange flattened locomotive engine that could ride either on rails or off of them; it looked like it had come from a mining operation, and it was being piloted by a couple of coal miners, still wearing their hard hats. We were riding on a road that lay unfinished because events had caused work on it to be abandoned. It had had its courses of gravel laid, but was not paved, and looked like a bypass being built around the town. I was shown a scene of the two miners escaping the mine with their engine; most of the miners in the mine had been in league with the negative forces who caused the apocalypse, and I saw the two miners closing blast doors over the mine entrance as they escaped, cutting off the other miners who were pursuing them.
After riding for a while we came to a railroad overpass, and paused underneath it. The road then led to a street running through an established subdivision. People were milling about in their yards, many obviously in a state of confusion. They eyed us warily, and we dismounted from the engine and walked into town on the street.
We arrived at the center of town, and paused before some grand old art-deco theater. We knew somehow that there was something inside we needed; maybe food supplies. I elected to enter and explore. I saw, on a low table before me, a large knife and a short sword (a Persian Qama type). I took up the large knife, and a woman in our party gasped in shock, as she didn't think I should arm myself. I reversed the knife position and partly concealed it against my forearm and entered. The foyer was full of people, who eyed me with suspicion, as if I was not welcome...then the dream ended.
RE: The Dream Thread - Etude in B Minor - 07-03-2011
I had two interesting dreams the past two nights.
In the first, I was at work and trying to take the elevator to the 5th floor. The elevator stopped halfway between the 4th and 5th however, but when the door opened there was a floor anyway. It wasn't the floor I wanted but the elevator wouldn't move anymore, so I got out and started looking for some stairs. The floor was littered with junk (mostly nuts and bolts and electronics parts, and some porno mags). I thought to myself, who is in charge of this floor and why is it such a mess. I couldn't find any stairs so I waited for the elevator again. The elevator door opened and out came a young middle eastern woman who was very pregnant, and looked a little distress. As is my habit in waking life I started saying a prayer for the woman's baby. Just then the woman's family came through the elevator doors and surrounded the woman and she became very happy. I got the intense feeling that I did the right thing and that everything would be all right. End of dream.
The next night I dreamt that I was trying to get rid of an old sofa. I starting ripping the cushions into little bits so that they would fit in the garbage. Then I decided to speed things up by setting fire to the sofa, figuring that I could just sweep up the ashes. But just as it started to burn it occurred to me that this would just set fire to the whole house and my neighbors would not be happy. So I swatted out the flames and began once again to rip the cushions into little bits. End of dream.
Dream analysis: (I have developed my own dream meanings over many years, and I think I have at least some of them right) The elevator indicates trying to raise my spiritual/consciousness level. This time I was blocked (chakra blockage?) due to a messy condition at a particular level. Here I am being shown the need to take charge of the situation and clean up the mess before going on. The appearance of the pregnant woman shows the way to do this, via expressing love and prayer.
The next dream suggests that it is not necessary to do everything at once, as this risks burning out everything. It is enough to throw out the old furniture a bit at a time.
RE: The Dream Thread - Brittany - 07-11-2011
Eh, another weird dream.
I don't remember most of it, but toward the end I wound up in this really nice neighborhood...one I have seen a few times before in my dreams. I was doing something with threads...weaving them together somehow, and I dropped on of the threads onto the street below, so I went down there to get it. I then noticed one of the houses in the area was for sale, and though about how much I would love to live in that neighborhood, but it was an extremely upscale neighborhood and I doubted it was anything I could afford.
After that I wound up in a great hurry for some reason. I started rushing, though I don't remember where I was so eager to get to. I started cutting through this university, which looked very new and cutting edge. I walked through a workshop building they had, and everything was very clean and high tech. I knew I had been there before, but I was getting a little lost.
Finally I made my way out of the building and wound up in a busy hallway. Students were changing classes and I was getting shoved around by the crowds. I heard someone yell my name and saw my friend Tonya from high school, which is odd because I haven't even thought of her lately. She was really into the goth/punk movement, never had much to say but had attitude to spare. We shared a coke in the gym once. That's about it.
Tonya seemed very eager to talk to me. I saw more emotion on her face than I've ever seen. But people kept pushing past us, and some of them were getting angry because we were blocking their way. I kept trying to get her to come outside with me so we could talk without all the people, but she didn't seem to understand. Finally I got her outside, though.
Tonya kept talking about a letter she had sent me which I'd never gotten. It seemed that several of her friends had killed themselves, and she was very upset and scared about it. It seemed like something weird was going on. She handed me this letter, and I turned around and looked back at the university and saw that it looked like an enormous old white farmhouse from the outside. There was an abundance of white. I then turned the other way and saw the sign for the college. I can't remember what it was called, but I saw that it was a school just for women, which I found weird since I'd seen a lot of guys inside.
Just then this creepy older woman wearing a hood and cloak came up and started being really mean to Tonya, basically telling her all of her friends were stupid for killing themselves and she was stupid for wanting to kill herself, etc. Tonya walked away, looking very sad. The woman started walking away, too, and I yelled "Hey, you want to know how to help her? Leave her the f***alone!" Then the woman turned around and looked at me coldly, as if she couldn't believe someone would dare speak to her in such a way.
At that moment the air next to me seemed to shift. It's hard to explain how it happened, but the power of the wind became visible to me. I realized I could reach out and touch it, and I grabbed onto it, and began swinging the wind around, like it was a lasso. You could actually see it swirling around me, and the woman was standing there watching me very closely, not saying anything but
looking rather scary behind her hood. Then I woke up.
RE: The Dream Thread - Eddie - 07-11-2011
Good to see you here posting again, Lynn. I hadn't seen anything from you in a while and wondered if you were OK.
Your dream sounds like a condensed metaphor for the whole 3rd density experience. Grabbing the wind and swinging it around represents you learning to be a Creator.
RE: The Dream Thread - Brittany - 07-11-2011
I've come to think the older woman was the part of myself that is always self-critical. I stood up to that part of myself, and told her to leave my vulnerable side alone. By displaying confidence I was able to take control of things, because the barriers my own self doubt created were gone.
I also think weaving threads together could represent me integrating different aspects of my personality. All of the nice places are a symbol for expansive states of mind and higher learning. Seems like I am getting somewhere.
RE: The Dream Thread - Oceania - 07-11-2011
i dreamt of a black muscular guy, there was something creepy about him. but i always hit on hot guys in my dreams. so anyway i'm in my old childhood neighbourhood and i'm crossing this bridge that goes over a train station and is like a glass tunnel, and he catches up to me and says something about some thing... he handed me some flyers. i think he was talking about newagey stuff. so i'm like ok i'd love to help if i can, and then we like walk and talk and his face and skin seems to get older, and sort of plasticky... i can see that because i've leaned in to kiss him
so i'm like oh that's weird the whole thing starts to creep me out too much so i don't kiss him. i remember David Wilcock saying people outside your race in dreams represent not yourself but something else. i can't remember what it was. and i think in his dream black people were aliens lol. maybe i almost kissed a grey. that's great Ahktu! good work.
RE: The Dream Thread - Brittany - 07-12-2011
A black woman frequents my dreams a lot. She is very pretty and always seems to have a motherly feel about her, like she is looking out for me. She usually wears long, pretty dresses.
My dream last night was so huge, complex and nonsensical that I don't feel like putting most of it here, but the clearest part of it was a fighting dream. I was on a team of 4 people in a medieval-like time period, and we were battling this giant monster thing. If we lost, the whole universe would unravel for some reason. (This proves I watch too much anime.
) I was what I would call the "rogue" of the group, because I fought close range with smaller weapons like daggers and a mace. Oh, and I was also a guy. A rather attractive guy. I totally would have hit on myself.
For a while we were seriously losing and were trying to recruit people from other dimensions to come help us, but before the fight could really end the dream turned into something else that made much less sense.Maybe it has to do with me coming to terms with my masculine energies?
RE: The Dream Thread - Oceania - 07-12-2011
maybe you've been playing too much Tekken.
i dreamt my laptop fell apart. the screen came off the keyboard and there was only a wire or two holding it all together. i felt somewhat dismayed and powerless over that. but in the end was calm about it. it kinda felt like a part of my body, as i see my laptop as an essential extension of myself. maybe i'm overanalyzing it.
RE: The Dream Thread - Brittany - 07-16-2011
Last night I dreamed about Harry Potter, which embarrasses me because I couldn't even finish the series due to boredom and think the craziness people have about it is silly. But I digress. (If you don't know who any of these characters are...where have you been? Google it.)
So I dreamed I was Harry. Or, to put it more precisely, I was inside Harry's body and had a vague idea of how I was supposed to act, but I really had no clue what was going on. It seemed that Voldemort had won and taken over the world...or when we got to this specific building it certainly seemed that way. It looked sort of like a convention center...it was massive and had white walls...the usual stuff.
Apparently this was Voldemort's base of operations, and it was also sort of a "legal center" where people would go to ask him stuff. It was also where you got summoned to if you pissed him off...so pretty much an execution ground as well. To get inside of it you had to get a mark on your hand...it looked like a blue stamp but they called it a "brand" and it really hurt to get it. Apparently the brand faded over time because some of the people there were saying "Not this part again. I hate this part." So I had to get one of these things on my hand, and I heard myself grunting in pain but didn't really feel anything. (Book of Revelations, anyone?)
Ron and Hermione were with me, and as we're walking into this place I'm thinking *WHY are we coming here? Isn't this the WORST place we could be?* But I realized "we" had a plan and I needed to go along with it. We passed through a bunch of people and then Hermione started talking about this spell we were supposed to do that would "help us", not really specifying what we needed help for. So she and Ron were setting up stuff for a spell, but I looked at a clock and realized it was 4 o'clock, and I knew that I had to be where Voldemort was at 4 for some unknown reason.
I left them and jumped on this little cart thing that took me across the building. I came upon this room with glass windows where Voldemort and his closest followers were sitting in folding chairs...surely up to no good. There was a dry erase board in there and everything. It was silly. A security guard told me I couldn’t go in there, but I snuck around him.
At some point in the dream I had changed my (Harry’s) appearance so I (he) wouldn’t be as noticeable. I had made my hair get longer to cover the scar and removed my glasses. However, as I walked up to the window Voldemort instantly recognized me, and got this sort of surprised look on his face. He bowed to me from behind the glass, and I bowed back to him (were we Japanese or something?), then he opened the door and let me in.
At that point I was getting really freaked out because I still had no clue what I was supposed to do, and everyone was looking at me like they wanted to kill me, especially Voldemort. I thought maybe I was supposed to say something, but Voldemort started talking instead. He was telling the people how he couldn’t touch me because of that whole thing with Harry’s mom protecting him and all that...I don’t feel like explaining it...basically, he couldn’t do anything to me, but anyone else there could, and they all looked like they really wanted to.
Then Voldemort brought in some people he’d had tortured, I guess trying to scare me. The first woman was pregnant, and it was really horrible. I couldn’t think of a way to comfort her, but I told her I was sorry she’d had to suffer that way and a day was coming when it would all be okay. The woman then left the room and a man came in who had been whipped for some trivial offense...his back was all messed up. I said similar words to him, and he handed me a piece of paper and left as well.
After he was gone I said “He left his paper.” Then Voldemort very gently began pushing me out the door and said “Well, maybe you should go give it back to him.” And he shut the door behind me.
I realized that he meant for me to escape. The look in his eyes said he wanted nothing more than to murder me in some terrible way, but for some reason he decided to give me the chance to escape, so I ducked into a restroom and started thinking about how I could get out of the building. I felt like the message I got from the dream was “Not yet. You’re not ready to face the dark lord yet.”
I haven’t even been thinking about facing off with dark lords lately...things have been quiet and peaceful and I tend to not focus on that stuff, so I have no idea what this dream is supposed to mean...It was so ridiculous. XP