Bring4th

Two days ago, I had an epic dream.  Like...An entire book unraveling before me in visual format, the scenery and imagery is now blurry in areas but it was the stronger moments of the dream becoming vivid that retained the memory.

I began within a space station, over an imploding planet from a 'gray hole', the impending issue became immediately apparent, I must progress through the station to survive.  As I moved from each of the dark gray, to light gray roomes with blue highlights and trims across them, I realized I arrived on the station moments earlier, and became left for dead as per a means to silence the Truth of what was happening on the planet down below.  This spawned in unconsciously fragments of the collapsing planet's collective consciousness aboard the space station who began helping and hindering me in my progress from room to room.

As I moved several characters would interact with me on the go, at points I floated through rooms, others suddenly had gravity, and some were on/off with the gravity, one room had very screwy gravity that flung me up, left, down, right.  This room in particular is very blurry as reality itself warped with the extreme tension in the gravity occurring in the room.

Throughout the rooms I did not progress in any manner, and realized I was in a labyrinth of a space station designed just for me and a few select others.  I began looking for the select others and began realizing the momentary characters I would come across would sometimes direct me properly, and othertimes intentionally hiddenly misdirect me.  I began listening to my own sense of intuition and suddenly discovered a door I had not seen right, literally, in front of me.  I walked through it into a hanger with a Darth Vader, Yoda, and two other minor characters who were constantly out of my focus.  The weird thing was Darth Vader wasn't Darth Vader, Yoda wasn't Yoda, but they looked like and sounded like those iconic characters, but were clearly polar opposites suddenly working together to survive.  We moved to the far end of the hanger which was openly...not sealed off from the space outside, and had gravity, but everything else besides us was floating around as if there was no gravity.  There was an explanation to this as we moved to a small starship like the ones found in Star Trek, or Stargate SG1/Atlantis(I think they were called puddle jumpers?) but the explanation was lost, if I had to recall it, our electromagnetic fields created a string-like strand of gravity connected to the gray hole/planetary core allowing us to move more comfortably through the atmosphere.  Once inside the ship we instantly were ejected, somewhat violently/roughly out of the space station as if an air seal were broken and we got sucked out.  I was at the controls while the two minor characters performed maintenance in the back of the small ship repairing damages that had occurred.  As I fumbled with the controls (two single-handed joysticks not conjoined, capable of full omnidirectional maneuverability) we plummeted over the planet then got side-hit by a gravity-wave throwing us away from the 'event horizon' of the planetary core/gray hole, I adjusted the view of the ship but couldn't seem to control the thrust of the ship.  Darth Vader pushed me aside and without grabbing the controls used the Force to gently and precisely direct the control sticks to take control of the ship's movement stopping our falling-away 'fall' from the planet.

I looked up just in time as we slowed down from fumbling away to see what looked like a black hole, of a planet.  As in to say, the horizon of the planet filled the ship's view through it's 'windshield'.  I saw the middle of the planet being sucked inwards like a vortex crumbling into itself as the very center of the vortex erupted outward chunks of the planet it sucked up and mangled.  If you've ever seen the energetic occurrences of a black hole, it was like watching the planet's surface be the event horizon, sucking down into the core where it then spit out the xray frequency of energy, only in the form of crushed stringed and mangled debris from the very center of the event horizon.  Yet oddly enough the outskirts of that event horizon were not falling away but remaining stable.  Yoda made a remark about how the Gray Hole had been born in the planet's core and did not effect the 'plenum space' of reality, only gravitationally effecting physical manifest dense matter (as in vacuum's were uneffected, solid space like rock, and air, was, gravity too was effected, violently so.)

We came to a slow and knew there was a way to stop the total collapse of the planet on a part of the planet near the collapsing outskirts of the event horizon upon its surface, we flew backwards and stopped, Darth Vader turning the ship precisely to where it needed to be, and then we almost 'warped' down into the atmosphere and landed.

From here we ran out of the ship and appeared on a lush green brush filled, yet sandy brown environment, rocks raised and lowered as if riding ripples of gravity, we were unaffected as long as we maintained focus on keeping our electromagnetic field bound to the planetary field that was beginning to deform due to the core becoming unstable from the gray hole.  As we moved forward there was a bunker that was being guarded (sort of star wars style on the Ewok planet) and we began needing to fight off wave after wave of enemies defending the planet to their imminent death should they succeed in stopping us.  It was slightly like realistic battlefield experience as we ran from tree to rock to brush to take cover and take out each 2-3 groups of enemies approaching.  Darth Vader and Yoda were killed after a point and I lone wolfed it for an indeterminate amount of time, with the dream skipping and jumping linearity as if time itself were inside the dream starting to be effected by the intense gravitational fluctuations.  I got to the bunker's entrance when something went off and hitting me in the face, I found myself on my knees and one hand, alive but covered in blood, especially my face, which I brought my hand to then putting it in front of my face realized I was alive but somehow shouldn't have been.  I looked up and as I did something scratched the inside of my face as if shrapnel was lodged inside of my nose cavity.

At this point I woke up to my nose running down my upper lip, I wiped my face thinking it was allergies and feeling the stickiness across my entire wrist realized I was bleeding, and a lot!  I don't ever get nose bleeds, and this was no nose bleed but clearly a bloody nose that kept bleeding for a few minutes.

The entire dream has a myriad of spiritual lessons embedded in it, I don't even know where to begin, but I do know when Darth Vader took control of the shuttle/starship it was in reference to my utilizing negative polarity to direct an out of control situation spiritually to direct my spiritual shuttle...

Totally going to put that scene of the imploding planet in my book.

Oh!

This morning I got 4 hours of sleep.  Because I had a dream I was a male porn star, which despite all of the sex, was very bland and not as fun as expected at all.  Avoiding the details, another male porn star showed up to film a scene with the other girl in the bathroom we were in (was me, two girls, and the camera guy, then that guy walked in, all in a bathroom with like, 8 stalls) which caused me ultimately to end up waking up. It felt like I just had a pretty strong sexual energy transfer when I woke up though, I felt full of energy, and dizzy as if I were highly aroused, yet I wasn't.

Ended up just getting up at 2:30am (woke up at 2:22am exactly) and cleaned the house a bit and made some coffee for the roommate and my mom.

The dream felt like a heavily heavy..HEAVY metaphor for a lot of things pertaining to Red-Orange-Yellow ray concerns I have.  Despite the sexual content, there was A LOT being said in the background by the camera guy and the two girls that I missed being so engrossed in the sexual act.

-shrug-
I'm such a duuude...

(02-03-2016, 02:26 PM)Minyatur Wrote: [ -> ]I had a dream I was a combat chimera in some kind of indoor laboratory. Was a survival of the fittest environment in which I was fleeing in fear to find someplace I'd be safe. I came across another chimera which attacked me and that I killed to survive.

I think this dream happened shortly after I had asked myself what could have made me set course toward the negative path initially. Felt extremely natural as if this was my reality.

sounds like Atlantis bud

(02-05-2016, 01:09 PM)Spaced Wrote: [ -> ]

(02-03-2016, 02:26 PM)Minyatur Wrote: [ -> ]I had a dream I was a combat chimera in some kind of indoor laboratory. Was a survival of the fittest environment in which I was fleeing in fear to find someplace I'd be safe. I came across another chimera which attacked me and that I killed to survive.

I think this dream happened shortly after I had asked myself what could have made me set course toward the negative path initially. Felt extremely natural as if this was my reality.

sounds like Atlantis bud

I often thought I am here because this planet reminds me of my native world.

I had another Eiffel Tower dream last night. Unlike the last one this time it was day time and the city was bustling. The Eiffel tower seemed larger than in real life (as far as I know, I've never been to Paris) and was located in the middle of a dense urban area with part of the superstructure merged with other buildings, which I know isn't actually the case. Like the last dream I was trying to climb to the top but this time the stairs were in good repair and there were other tourist types leisurely making their way up as well. I woke up before I got to the top.

Last night I had a dream that I rescued the tiniest little puppy. There were actually three dogs outside my door that were stray, a great dane, a golden retriever type dog, and this little tiny chihuahua thing. I scooped the tiny little fragile one in my hand(s) and went in to break the news to my husband that we had another dog.

Accurate:

I've had this dream a few times (that I can consciously remember, anyways). I look into the Southern sky, which is a portion of the night sky I am not very familiar with in waking life. I get the sense that I am in a part of the world I have not been to, which translates into the Southern Hemisphere in my waking recollection of the dream. In the sky are at least 2 or 3 constellations that definitely do not exist on Earth. One has at least 12 stars, one at least 16. There may be more colors, but I get a strong sense there is blue, purple and indigo. I can't recall the shape they form, but I do get vague impressions. Most of the stars in the constellations are extremely bright; most are brighter than Sirius. I stare at them; spellbound of their beauty.

The beauty and mystery of the constellations are so profound that I either don't remember any more or there simply isn't any more to the dream.

(02-17-2016, 01:23 PM)Spaced Wrote: [ -> ]I had another Eiffel Tower dream last night. Unlike the last one this time it was day time and the city was bustling. The Eiffel tower seemed larger than in real life (as far as I know, I've never been to Paris) and was located in the middle of a dense urban area with part of the superstructure merged with other buildings, which I know isn't actually the case. Like the last dream I was trying to climb to the top but this time the stairs were in good repair and there were other tourist types leisurely making their way up as well. I woke up before I got to the top.

But do you ever see the tower in whole?

(05-03-2016, 03:56 PM)Blunt Force Wrote: [ -> ]

(02-17-2016, 01:23 PM)Spaced Wrote: [ -> ]I had another Eiffel Tower dream last night. Unlike the last one this time it was day time and the city was bustling. The Eiffel tower seemed larger than in real life (as far as I know, I've never been to Paris) and was located in the middle of a dense urban area with part of the superstructure merged with other buildings, which I know isn't actually the case. Like the last dream I was trying to climb to the top but this time the stairs were in good repair and there were other tourist types leisurely making their way up as well. I woke up before I got to the top.

But do you ever see the tower in whole?

Yeah, before climbing it in both dreams I saw the whole thing from the outside

I just had a dream about an Hour ago, and thought I'd share, as it seems to have some mythic/universal qualities.

I also have to stress that it has some very difficult and sensitive themes around the nature of Death (and thus life), and so if you aren't in a place where that sort of emotional catalyst is welsome, or you are fairly sensitive to such topics in general, I ask that you not read any further in this Post.  I thank you in Advance.

The Dream of the Shaman

Two individuals were walking a Path.  It was the only way to get from one point to another.  They were walking together.

One individual was taller, and dressed in a colorful fashion.  This person looked in their 50's, and had the lines on his face that showed a life that had faced many obstacles.  He was tanned, and looked lean.  He walked with a strong presence, and had Faith.

The person beside him was a woman, maybe 25-28 years of age.  She looked extremely healthy, and extremely comfortable with the physical nature of things.  She looked out on the world with a clear gaze.

They walked this path together, side-by-side.

The first Stop that they made was by a shallow pool of water.  A Horse was lying flat down on it's side.  The woman saw the horse's head, that was submerged on it's side.  The Horse was dead.

It looked like it had died just moments before.  She also got the uneasy, unsettling feeling that it had either drowned itself (suicide), or that she herself had held the horse's head in the water until it had drowned, and then life passed from it's body.  Both explanations made little sense; as it is very hard to drown yourself that way, and she would not have been able to hold a horse down like that.  Also - she didn't think that animals suicided themselves like that.

She also recognised that is was her Horse.

The shaman said nothing, and they both moved on.

They soon arrived at another Pool.  This one had a Cat.  It was in this same Situation as the Horse.  Lying flat-down, sideways, also dead in the shallow pool of Water.  Either suicide, or someone had drowned it.  She got the more uneasy feeling again, and this time it was Stronger.

It was her pet Cat.

Again, the Shaman said nothing, and they both moved on.

Up ahead, she could see that a Third Pool of water was up ahead.  As they moved closer, she could see that something was floating in it, not moving.  It looked larger than a cat.  As they got closer, she started shaking and quivering all over, and then uncontrollably.  She started being overwhelmed with grief, and was clutching at her head in total and utter despair.  She didn't want to know, because she already knew.  She covered the side of her face, and just ran and ran, straight past the Pool, without a glance.  She kept running till she got to the end of the path, utterly distraught, and uncontrollable.

It was her baby infant Boy.

And at the end of the Path, she could acknowledge that she had done all this.  She didn't know how or why, but she just knew.

The Shaman then approached her, with something held in his strong firm hands.  It was like something wrapped in hessian, a very earthy, brown colored fabric.  He walked up close to her, and held it out, then unfurled it a little.

It was her baby infant Boy.  But smiling and moving.  Looking up to her eyes, smiling eyes.  His little arms scrunched and moved above, happy.

The Woman could only turn to the Shaman, and ask one thing: "Are you who I think you are?".

And then he left, his task accomplished, the path fulfilled, that which is intended to be reunited, reunited.

/ /

and that was the Dream.  It was extremely mythic, and almost like a Parable.  I am like 97.77% convinced that it was in response to a Meditation we did on Forgiveness just hours earlier.  I thank the individuals involved in that meditation for their presence, as we helped call on things beyond any one individual.  I truly felt my heart chakra and heart energies swirl and expand till they encompassed my whole being.  I held that State for about 2 minutes, and the rest of the Meditation was not so intense.  But it wasn't something that would have happened without the positive group Work.  I thank you.

Do you dream in third person, Plenum? I think its called third person, as if you're watching a movie and not participating. I have never dreamed like that, I'm always myself, and participating.

yeah, first person is almost always the norm.  This particular experience definitely had a different 'quality'; and like you said, like watching an experience unfold - like a communication or a lesson.

(05-14-2016, 04:14 PM)Bring4th_Plenum Wrote: [ -> ]yeah, first person is almost always the norm.  This particular experience definitely had a different 'quality'; and like you said, like watching an experience unfold - like a communication or a lesson.

Same, and I never find it awkward either. I could be an object living from the third person view.

Godspeed, plenum.

Last night one of my dreams was symbolic and significant.

I found myself in the building of the high school from which I graduated (which is now a junior high), but the rooms were differently laid out, and smaller. I was doing something in one of the rooms, and was startled to see a jet fighter-trainer taxi through the doorway and into the room. It looked like a 1/3 scale F-16, except that the wing-root extensions extended further forward, and were flared out to form a pair of fixed canards; and the cockpit had two seats, not one behind the other as is usual in jet trainers, but side-by-side, so the spaces were narrow and long, with the space for the instructor on the right. Puzzled as to how the instructor could have gotten the jet--with its 14-foot wingspan--through the 40" doorway, I asked the instructor, who gave some mumbled, deflective answer, and turned the jet around to taxi it back out of the building.

Intrigued, I joined him, and I was astonished to see the wings just pass through the walls, as a shadow passing through another shadow. We turned left, went out through the front entrance, into the front parking lot, and then turned SW and taxied toward the school's running track. He was looking for a runway sufficiently long enough to launch the plane, and I wanted to join him, to fly in that beautiful craft. I directed him to the track, and told him that he'd have to go into full afterburner to launch that craft on the short runway it provided, even notwithstanding the plane's high aspect ratio.

Suddenly a short, steep hillock appeared in front of us. The pilot got distracted by it, and we walked about 2/3 of the way up it. He produced a rucksack full of potting soil, along with some young, bare-root cucumber vines, and insisted that we plant them in the potting soil there on the side of the hill; so we did so, and watered them. All the time I was getting more and more anxious to get in the plane and ride it skyward, into the wild blue yonder. But after planting the cucumbers the pilot just wandered off, and the plane disappeared, leaving me in the lurch. I walked back toward the school, terribly disappointed, and the dream ended.

I interpreted this dream as a message from the spirits watching me, that I'm becoming distracted by materialism, and that such distraction is preventing me from advancing faster.

So this dream last night was strange, the whole segment of the dream started with myself viewing a map of North America and having the unnerving thought that the coast lines were in trouble - there is going to be flooding and potentially giant tsunamis. After this point I was taken to a beach, not sure where the beach was but all I could see at a distance was giant tsunamis forming. So one after another, giant tsunamis were forming and hurdling towards us at the coast line. All I remember was that, I wasn’t too worried about it. Even though they were immense waves I was kind of like “Bring it on, this will be fun!”. Which it kind of was, I mean realistically it makes no sense, but in the dream they would crash on top of us and then we would manage to pop back up after only 2-3 seconds. This continued for quite some time, tsunami after tsunami crashing on top of us every few minutes. Now, normally this idea would terrify me but obviously my dream self didn’t mind it.
After we felt we had enough of the tsunami fun I ventured to a home which was like a work setting. I was doing tasks around the house, mundane kind of stuff. Anyways, eventually I felt the need to get out of there. I left through the front door in a hurry, hobbling with a cane (I honestly think just for fun). As I was scurrying away an old man catches my eye, he says “trying to escape in a hurry are you?” I knew he was an important man and then he says “Do you know what Jeopardy means?” and as I was about to say “coming here and getting caught within the Drama of this world” I only was able to say “coming here to get caught…” in which he cut me off to finish “coming here and getting caught within this matrix” Then immediately I was transferred to the world of the Matrix where I was in 3rd person and viewing a Neo version of myself running into a wall as fast as possible to try and break through, yet instead of breaking through or breaking my nose the wall acted like the scene where he tries to jump from one building to another, but falls and hits the ground and it acts like a malleable soft rubber. So the wall bounced me back as if it were made of rubber. Then the next scene was myself running from the agents and Trinity was there helping me by stalling the agents as I was running on top of a very tall building, I was running so fast that I slipped over the edge and as I looked up I saw the agent staring down at me, my hands slipped and as I was falling/sliding down the building I had the thought that I will be fine because If I did In this current dream reality then I won’t actually die, but the agent reminded me that in fact if I do die in this reality then I will die in the other reality too so I pushed off the building and angled myself so that as I fell I would sort of glide across to another building. I was falling at maximum velocity at this point aiming to the bottom level of another building in which I smashed through the window and landed on a table and some book shelves (it was a library) and I found that I was completely fine. After some time of navigating the library and talking to the librarian I took off again with trinity but this time she was showing me how to fly, though I wasn’t flying by supernatural or like Neo does in the movies but instead using technology. They were handheld/wrist worn equipment that acted like thrusters. As we were flying in the sky I looked around and saw that there were many other people flying as well. Also, there was a city in the sky, all floating buildings and ships of high tech nature. I asked her what was this place, and she said “the consciousness of the people of this planet increased but it was too late, the technology also increased to the point where the lower atmosphere was deemed uninhabitable so they took to the skies to live”. Then we flew to this Floating ship that I recall from being docked at the beach where the giant waves were previously but it was way more futuristic. We entered the ship and I sat at a panel of important men who were discussing the state of the “sky city”. All I recall from this part was that I noticed Lieutenant General George S. Hammond was there from Stargate SG-1. Also he was eating chocolates out of a Pot of Gold, and I had a couple… after this the dream switched to other themes which are of a completely different nature.

I find it interesting how this thread always has the most guests viewing it at any given time, more than any other thread on the forums. Right now as I'm typing there are 13 guests viewing.

I had several extremely vivid dreams last night.  In the first one, I found out that I would have to attend some sort of professional- or work-related conference in Copenhagen, and that I could come a few days early and spend some time exploring on my own if I wanted.  I investigated further and found a great deal on a round-trip rail-and-ferry ride to some town in Sweden for just €39.  So I contacted Nadia and Ankh and asked them if they would like to come over from Stockholm to visit me if I could come up and they said yes, so I made the arrangements.

As soon as I arrived in Copenhagen I dropped my bags at the hotel and hopped the train to Sweden.  A buddy of mine from work came with me.  When we arrived at our destination, at lunchtime, there was a large hotel attached to the train platform, and the hotel's dining room faced out right at the platform, across a foyer.  We were hungry, and saw that the dining room offered a lunch buffet.  My friend liked what he saw and immediately went into the dining room.  Just at that moment, Ankh and Nadia arrived and greeted me, but then dashed off to do something else for a few hours, before I could even say anything to them. 

Feeling alone, I strolled into the dining room to see what was on the menu.  It was roasted bear meat in lingonberry sauce, and some vegetable accompaniment.  Only two items, but I'm fond of bear, so I thought I'd take advantage of the opportunity.  I inquired about the price, and it was €30 for just two items!  With tax and tip that would run at least €40.  I looked in my wallet and found I had just €32.  I had come all the way to Europe with almost no cash! 

After weighing the matter, I decided that my best course of action would be to use the return portion of my ticket, and just hop the train back to Copenhagen, as it was boarding for the return leg.  So I went up to the fellows at the ticket counter to board, but the nice young man behind the counter pointed out to me that I was required to stay in Sweden for 5 days before I could return on that ticket.  I hadn't read the fine print!  I was befuddled and disgusted at this point, and ended up spending that €32 in my wallet for a ticket upgrade so I could return to Copenhagen the same day.  Then the dream ended.

Edit:  Oh wait, there's more, that I forgot.  Now, I've actually been to Copenhagen (1981), and while a beautiful city, it doesn't have much of a skyline....most of the buildings are less than 6 stories high.  But in the dream, my hotel was about 50 stories tall, and after getting back I suddenly found myself in a big room facing the elevator, way up high in the building.  The other side of the room had huge curved windows looking out onto the city center (the room was roughly in the shape of a half-dome), and there were new buildings that were big, broad skyscrapers; and they must have been built by the Lego company, because they all appeared to be built out of giant Legos! 

I was waiting with some people to board the elevator to get to the ground floor, when it suddenly became horrifyingly apparent to all of us, that the architect of the building, as a whimsical joke, had made that entire room the elevator, and that what appeared to be the elevator, was just a decoration to fool the eye.  The room began to move up and down, and then to rotate on an axle parallel to the ground; I had been sitting on a large padded bench, and grabbed on to it for dear life, and it was good that I did, because the room rotated 360 degrees, and the other people fell about the room and smashed into the ceiling and windows.  Then, when the room righted itself, it plunged at nearly free-fall speed down to the ground floor.  It was then that the dream ended.

Plunging downward at breakneck speed is one metaphor that the mind uses to describe the astral body returning and re-entering the physical body during dreaming.  Happens to me all the time.

Well, Eddie, would you ever come to Sweden to see us, we would never ditch you like that. That's for sure!

What do you think your dream tries to tell you?

I had also an interesting dream the other night. I dreamt of a good friend of mine who was covered with burn wounds all over his body, even the face. And the dressing of these wounds was so terrible that I thought that he would die soon if it didn't improve immediately. So I decided to take over these dressings of the wounds immediately. I have no idea what that dream tried to tell me! But it stayed with me for a while. Dreams are indeed weird sometimes when there is no connection between recollecting them and not being able to understand them.

(05-28-2016, 02:00 PM)Ankh Wrote: [ -> ]Well, Eddie, would you ever come to Sweden to see us, we would never ditch you like that. That's for sure!

I know you wouldn't....that's why I thought the dream was so odd, and posted it.

I have no idea what the dream was trying to tell me.

I am so glad. A thread exists for dreams! (I'm new here)
I had a weird dream about two weeks ago...

There was a massive ET ship landed out in the distance (and the distance around the ship Looked grey and stormy with lightening, from another dimension? Personal subjective thoughts and connections) And a smaller ship flew out from it to the area I was at. A blond human looking woman came out and started coming to me, and I started running away. She ran after me, then While running she yelled, "you want to get out of here don't you?" Then I stopped and realized she wasn't a threat, and I woke up.

I don't dream about ETs or UFOs and I thought that was an interesting dream. I also don't usually remember my dreams, but when I do the dream seems to be telling me something. Im working on dream recall, but this is slow work for me. As I often wake up and don't want to grab my pen and journal from under the bed.

Another interesting symbol is from a dream I had almost exactly a year ago. An intelligent bird was in my path, it was cleaning it's feathers and didn't move to fly away as I approached it and went around it. The bird was a Phoenix. It had a deep scarlet color and its eyes were not the eyes of a second density creature, they were quite intelligent. I came back later in the dream and the bird slowly started flying directly upward while looking at me. I've only concluded the bird was a Phoenix after researching different types of birds and not finding one that fit what I saw, save the Phoenix. That dream I've come to partially understand, and it was the type of dream that stayed with me.

Something particularly special in a dream I had last night.

It felt as if I was in an alternate reality, I was with people whom I never met, in a house I've never been.
I ran to a room panicked, trying to close the door, but it didn't no matter how hard I pushed.
A blond woman wearing tight clothes appeared next to me out of no where, she didn't talk, her eyes revealed everything.
I knew what I had to do, I calmed down, closed my eyes, took deep and slow breathes. I stood beside the door, and materialized it to the very core. It's not same as imagining, I knew everything that had to be known to shift the object/material. The door wobbled and became rubber like until it closed.
She then kissed me and I woke up.

I had some pretty intense dream activity before the Chatroom Meditation today, which happened to be on the topic of 'Thanking the Dream-Space'.

In short, my dream splicing can be summarised by a movie title: that of, "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles".

the 'commencement of the Dream

so I find myself on board a large aircraft, which happens to be owned by Amazon, and is a flying bookstore.  Incidentally, Amazon recently leased a whole bunch of planes themselves, to transport their own packages, rather than using a third party.  But that's probably where the 'symbol' comes from.

So I'm wandering around this flying Bookstore, and I already recognise all the shelves, aisles, and even books.  It's like it's extremely familiar.  I've done this a hundred times before, or so that's what it feels like.

So I move from section to section, mentally ticking off - "yep, I know that section, yep, I know those books", not in a kind of bored or frustrated way, but more just - yep, just the way I remember it.  That's the way it's arranged.  Comprende.

Anyway, I'm just going through this process of mental acknowlegement, and then the plane does a roll (upside down), and then does an emergency landing in Melbourne, which is the second biggest city in Australia; second to Sydney, which is where I live.

So the plane has landed, and (crashed??), and before I leave, I go back in and grab some complementary cans of something.  I don't normally drink cans, and I dunno, I maybe felt like I needed it for some journey ahead.

Onto Trains

so in the next scene, I am back in Sydney, and at Central Station, in the middle of the city (well, it's the central hub of trains, but the 'real' center of Sydney is at Town Hall station).  But Central has 22 train tracks passing through it, and handles interstate trains, and also countrylink trains, as well as all the surburan trains.  It's aptly named.

So I'm at Central, and trying to figure out a route home.  One of the routes will take me an Hour and 20 Minutes, but then I realise there is a way of doing it in about 40 minutes (half the time basically).

I don't know why I was so fixated on the first option; but the second option is much better.

I seem to remember some more stuff going on, but it's lost to my conscious mind at present.

Thief!  Thief!!

The last phase of this dream sequencing I find myself riding in a Uber car.  

The actual specific details are kind of muddled, but I can remember an odd event, although I can't be sure as to how it 'evolved'.

This young black woman, probably in her early 20's, but looking quite fit, had a bag she was carrying by a shoulder strap.  So it wasn't a purse as such.  But somehow, it gets snatched, and the bag is taken into a car, which drives away.

But this woman suddenly goes into 'sprint mode', and chases down her bag, as if in superhuman fashion.  Not quite like 'The Flash', but hey, she's chasing down a freakin' car.  But she gets her bag back (dunno about the details of how it happened), and then there is like a firing of missiles, or something, this part is really hazy.  I think she had like a couple of rocket launchers in her bag or something??  Anyway, I think she fired them at the car driving away.

I didn't seem to have much of a role in this sequence of the Dream.  I was just in the Uber car witnessing it go down.

The Theme.

So everything in these dream parts points to the Theme of Transportation and Movement.  

The Amazon Plane (flying bookstore), the figuring out of optimal train routes, the Uber Car and the Amazing Sprinter.

It was all really neat, and I really woke up feeling like things had been 'moved' myself.  

Like 'freed' motion.  Unlocked motion.

Commutation (a 'commute' to work).

Anyway, I'm pretty sure it ties into some yellow ray work I've been unfolding in the last few days.

But yeah, awesome imagery to Experience.  Loved it!

I have a question for those more experienced in dreams! Do we meet people in our dreams? Do we go to people in our dreams?
I ask because I've met certain people who've been central in my life because they said they dreamt about me. Another friend recently recounted me being in his dreams meditating with colored light around the heart chakra and crown chakra. Jeramy and I have never met in person, and he was another person I met by seeming chance.

Do we do work and service while in the dream state that we might not remember?
Thanks all :]

Short answer: Absolutely.

Dreaming is our tether to the time/space environment. That's why we can have dreams that feel like an eternity but only last a few minutes worth of REM. What we remember is just how our 3D brain reinterprets the symbolism and experiences that it was involved in. Often when we don't remember dreams, it's because we're doing higher level work that we hide from our 3rd density waking selves with the veil.

When I moved to this town I had a dream where I met someone kayaking down this weird underground river. Shortly after I swear I met the same person in waking life.

I have had a lot of dreams at some point about water, rivers and bodies of water, even me wading through murky water full of debris. In the dream with the river I was looking for a life jacket and couldn't find one, and in the dream with the murky water there was an ad agency with the name "Flow", and someone was demonstrating a Photoshop technique to sell beer. After thinking about it afterwards I realised it had to do with my energy centers. In these dreams people from my past whom I have parted ways with are always present.

Yin, what I've always gotten from dreams about "bodies of water" is that they're another metaphor for life and time in general. Shocker, right? Sometimes the waters are calm and peaceful, and you can swim and move about, bask in the sun with loved ones, etc. At other times, the waters are rough -- you're being pulled downstream, you're frightened and with no idea where you're going or if you'll make it, you're fighting just to keep your head above water, etc.

So with that metaphor in mind, you can extrapolate further and dismantle the other images of your dream. I don't wanna step in and try to analyze your dream, because I don't know you at all and it feels like a personal thing for me to comment on. But perhaps this meaning might resonate with you?

Thanks outerheaven, that makes a lot of sense! Especially where I was emotionally when I had them.

Usually when I wake up, the dream felt so familiar and heartwarming. Totally different dimension.
I don't know the symbology of dreams, but I know how I feel. Every so often I'll have a scary one.

But most of the time it leaves me wishing I could stay there longer.