05-16-2011, 07:24 PM
Had another interesting dream...I meant to write it down all day yesterday but never got around to it, so I'm sure some of the details have been lost by now...
I remember I was watching this movie, but it was more like I was *in* the movie than just sitting back and watching it. I knew it was a production, but there was no sense of separation from the action...it was as if I was the air surrounding the actors. They were supposed to be acting out the life of Jesus. A bunch of random stuff happened, and then one of the guys suddenly pulled off his wig and started yelling "No, no, no! It's all lies! That's not how it happened!"
I was suddenly in a theater and realized it had all been a play, not a movie, and I was sitting in the audience. There were these two black girls who I think had a very important part in the production, who were talking to the guy.
The next thing I remember I was driving somewhere with my mom, but at some point she and the car just disappeared and I was walking back in this subdivision that was sort of hidden away from everything else. There were absolutely *beautiful* apartments back there...the most gorgeous homes I had ever seen. They were enormous, and the architecture, landscape, colors and everything were simply stunning. I was walking by these homes in awe, wishing that I could live in one of them.
I really wanted to see inside the homes, and I realized I could turn invisible and walk through walls, so I was able to go into the homes without anyone seeing me. I was so excited about being able to go into these houses and look around. I didn't mess with anything...I was just thrilled that I could be there and no one even knew. I was looking into their cabinets and under their beds, positively gleeful. A part of me realized this probably wasn't the right thing to do...slipping into people's private lives...but I couldn't seem to help myself. I felt an unnatural joy being able to walk through these rooms and observe the lives of these people.
I went into this one home where a mother and daughter were, and the daughter seemed to be a sensitive, and she could somewhat detect my presence. She kept saying she thought someone was in the house and the mom started getting scared and I realized I needed to leave. Just as I was leaving the father came home...it was my boss from work. The wife told him that she thought someone had broken into the house and he started freaking out and screaming, yelling that they lock the doors, close the curtains, etc.
I turned visible again when I was back outside, and I ran into this pretty lady who was walking through the grass. She said she was the landlady of the apartments, and she apologized for all the screaming my boss was doing. She said she was just about to go and take care of it. I followed her and we got onto an elevator. It went up, then back down, but when the doors opened we were in a completely different area, even though we'd gone back to the same floor.
I realized I was back in the theater again, and one of the black girls pulled me into the seat next to her. She said the play was just about to start. They had revised it, and this time it would show the *real* life of Jesus. Just as the play was about to begin, I woke up.
I felt that a message had been put into my head: "If you want to experience the truth, it is found by living your life."
I remember I was watching this movie, but it was more like I was *in* the movie than just sitting back and watching it. I knew it was a production, but there was no sense of separation from the action...it was as if I was the air surrounding the actors. They were supposed to be acting out the life of Jesus. A bunch of random stuff happened, and then one of the guys suddenly pulled off his wig and started yelling "No, no, no! It's all lies! That's not how it happened!"
I was suddenly in a theater and realized it had all been a play, not a movie, and I was sitting in the audience. There were these two black girls who I think had a very important part in the production, who were talking to the guy.
The next thing I remember I was driving somewhere with my mom, but at some point she and the car just disappeared and I was walking back in this subdivision that was sort of hidden away from everything else. There were absolutely *beautiful* apartments back there...the most gorgeous homes I had ever seen. They were enormous, and the architecture, landscape, colors and everything were simply stunning. I was walking by these homes in awe, wishing that I could live in one of them.
I really wanted to see inside the homes, and I realized I could turn invisible and walk through walls, so I was able to go into the homes without anyone seeing me. I was so excited about being able to go into these houses and look around. I didn't mess with anything...I was just thrilled that I could be there and no one even knew. I was looking into their cabinets and under their beds, positively gleeful. A part of me realized this probably wasn't the right thing to do...slipping into people's private lives...but I couldn't seem to help myself. I felt an unnatural joy being able to walk through these rooms and observe the lives of these people.
I went into this one home where a mother and daughter were, and the daughter seemed to be a sensitive, and she could somewhat detect my presence. She kept saying she thought someone was in the house and the mom started getting scared and I realized I needed to leave. Just as I was leaving the father came home...it was my boss from work. The wife told him that she thought someone had broken into the house and he started freaking out and screaming, yelling that they lock the doors, close the curtains, etc.
I turned visible again when I was back outside, and I ran into this pretty lady who was walking through the grass. She said she was the landlady of the apartments, and she apologized for all the screaming my boss was doing. She said she was just about to go and take care of it. I followed her and we got onto an elevator. It went up, then back down, but when the doors opened we were in a completely different area, even though we'd gone back to the same floor.
I realized I was back in the theater again, and one of the black girls pulled me into the seat next to her. She said the play was just about to start. They had revised it, and this time it would show the *real* life of Jesus. Just as the play was about to begin, I woke up.
I felt that a message had been put into my head: "If you want to experience the truth, it is found by living your life."