07-16-2013, 04:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-16-2013, 05:21 PM by AnthroHeart.)
At first a lady was writing a letter about what she liked.
She said "He's my son" about 3 times, referring to a 2 year old boy.
I felt my heart growing with love each time she said this. It was powerful.
Then suddenly it turned south and she screamed "Kill my son" 5 times.
Killing him would have been popping a yellow balloon with a pencil.
I was tempted to because I was compelled to pop the balloon, because her screaming triggered something in me.
I woke up on the 5th screaming of "kill my son".
The energy just kept getting more intense, as I could feel her energy.
It was at first so loving, that I wished it had stayed that way.
I felt an intense/dense loving energy, and then it toppled over to an intense/dense feeling of death.
I've had other dreams where I choose between life and death. I had one the other day that I don't really remember where I could have died, and was afraid of that. So I guess in real life my desires to die are unfounded, as if it came down to it I'd be afraid. At least in the dream last night I felt love, like a mother's love for their child. But it had a physical sensation, and a pressure/presence to it. It was more than just a feeling. It was like I was writing down love. When she wrote He's my Son, it was like I was writing it. When she said kill my son, it was like it came from her, outside of myself. So this tells me that I have more love than death. It was like I created a resonance chamber that just amplified how intense the death energy was until it startled me awake.
She said "He's my son" about 3 times, referring to a 2 year old boy.
I felt my heart growing with love each time she said this. It was powerful.
Then suddenly it turned south and she screamed "Kill my son" 5 times.
Killing him would have been popping a yellow balloon with a pencil.
I was tempted to because I was compelled to pop the balloon, because her screaming triggered something in me.
I woke up on the 5th screaming of "kill my son".
The energy just kept getting more intense, as I could feel her energy.
It was at first so loving, that I wished it had stayed that way.
I felt an intense/dense loving energy, and then it toppled over to an intense/dense feeling of death.
I've had other dreams where I choose between life and death. I had one the other day that I don't really remember where I could have died, and was afraid of that. So I guess in real life my desires to die are unfounded, as if it came down to it I'd be afraid. At least in the dream last night I felt love, like a mother's love for their child. But it had a physical sensation, and a pressure/presence to it. It was more than just a feeling. It was like I was writing down love. When she wrote He's my Son, it was like I was writing it. When she said kill my son, it was like it came from her, outside of myself. So this tells me that I have more love than death. It was like I created a resonance chamber that just amplified how intense the death energy was until it startled me awake.