01-27-2013, 11:15 AM
Last night (1-26-2013) I had a strange dream. It started out with me being in an environment that was simultaneously indoors and outdoors (this often happens to me in dreams); the indoor portion was some sort of giant warehouse with a 75-foot ceiling. I was standing on the ground/floor. I looked up and saw a flock of large sea-birds (boobies or albatrosses) flying through the sky (outdoors again). They landed on a dead tree that was on the roof of a large side room, about 35 feet up. I thought, "I wonder if I can catch one of those birds? That'll be fun!" so I rose up into the air and flew at them, while they watched me, bemused. It took me a while to control my flight (I was flying like superman, not swimming the breast stroke through the air like I usually do), and I had to make a few swooping passes at them before I could gain enough control to get on target. Finally I got good enough at flying to fly right into the center of the flock, and grabbed one of the huge birds as the others scattered, knocking him down in the process. I didn't want to hurt him, so I let him go, and he flew off.
I then flew off also, and saw a turkey vulture flying nearby. The vulture gave me the impression of being angry and aggressive, perhaps because I had caught one of the boobies. The vulture came at me and I had to fend him off with my hands. This was quite unpleasant because his feathers were sparse, and I had to touch his skin, which was sticky and nasty. Finally I drove him off and landed on the floor of the warehouse, and headed for a door at the far corner, that I knew led to a bathroom.
I entered and found an odd sink that was more like a water fountain and started to wash my hands, to remove that bacteria and funk I had gotten from that nasty vulture. All of a sudden some little being about three feet tall rushes up and grabs me around the knees. I looked down and realized that he was the spirit of someone recently deceased on earth, but had obviously been a troublesome fellow in life and couldn't break that habit. I had to prise him off my knees, and bang him stoutly against the wall 8 or 9 times. I kept telling him he was dead and it was time for him to move on into the spirit realm. I flung him off and he ran up some nearby stairs, then stopped on the landing to plot how he could grab me again. I gave him a stern lecture and told him to move on.....which he finally did.
Then a door to the outside opened up, and in walked another recently departed spirit, of a very large man dressed in a white gown, with his face covered by something resembling a chadoour, except that it was white too (evidently he had been Muslim in life). He too didn't realize that he had just died, so I had to slap him a few times in the face, saying, "You're dead! You're dead! It's time to move on!". Slowly it started to dawn on him that he was a spirit. Then a short woman appeared, in the same state: not realizing that she had just died. So I had to explain the situation to her, too. Thinking quickly, I introduced the male and female spirits to each other, suggesting that they might make good companions on the trip onward into the spirit realm. They seemed to like the idea, and departed together.
Then another recently departed spirit walked in, and I had to explain again that he needed to move onward. This spirit caught on faster than the others had, and departed without causing a fuss. Then my dream ended, and I awoke.
In his books, Robert Monroe speaks at length about how some people enter the astral realm nightly to help more confused spirits move on in their journeys. I think that's what I was doing last night, and the dream was my ego's interpretation of the astral events.
I then flew off also, and saw a turkey vulture flying nearby. The vulture gave me the impression of being angry and aggressive, perhaps because I had caught one of the boobies. The vulture came at me and I had to fend him off with my hands. This was quite unpleasant because his feathers were sparse, and I had to touch his skin, which was sticky and nasty. Finally I drove him off and landed on the floor of the warehouse, and headed for a door at the far corner, that I knew led to a bathroom.
I entered and found an odd sink that was more like a water fountain and started to wash my hands, to remove that bacteria and funk I had gotten from that nasty vulture. All of a sudden some little being about three feet tall rushes up and grabs me around the knees. I looked down and realized that he was the spirit of someone recently deceased on earth, but had obviously been a troublesome fellow in life and couldn't break that habit. I had to prise him off my knees, and bang him stoutly against the wall 8 or 9 times. I kept telling him he was dead and it was time for him to move on into the spirit realm. I flung him off and he ran up some nearby stairs, then stopped on the landing to plot how he could grab me again. I gave him a stern lecture and told him to move on.....which he finally did.
Then a door to the outside opened up, and in walked another recently departed spirit, of a very large man dressed in a white gown, with his face covered by something resembling a chadoour, except that it was white too (evidently he had been Muslim in life). He too didn't realize that he had just died, so I had to slap him a few times in the face, saying, "You're dead! You're dead! It's time to move on!". Slowly it started to dawn on him that he was a spirit. Then a short woman appeared, in the same state: not realizing that she had just died. So I had to explain the situation to her, too. Thinking quickly, I introduced the male and female spirits to each other, suggesting that they might make good companions on the trip onward into the spirit realm. They seemed to like the idea, and departed together.
Then another recently departed spirit walked in, and I had to explain again that he needed to move onward. This spirit caught on faster than the others had, and departed without causing a fuss. Then my dream ended, and I awoke.
In his books, Robert Monroe speaks at length about how some people enter the astral realm nightly to help more confused spirits move on in their journeys. I think that's what I was doing last night, and the dream was my ego's interpretation of the astral events.