Encounters In The Dream Dimension

WHO'S MY IMMORTAL MOTHER?

2012-02-19T22:28:00.001-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: KIDS

SUMMARY: Child asks me who is her immortal mother.

ACCOUNT

Sunday, April 27, 2008--a
5:00 AM appx
RF: 9.5

PARTICIPATING. A most interesting dream. I'm standing in a slightly dim room[1] with a young black girl of about 6 or 7 years of age who is sitting or standing before me. I'm happy that her hair is looking better[2], and as I brush it she asks me, (basically), "Who is my mother?" I have trouble understanding her question. I kind of kiss her and say something like, "I don't know what you mean, I'm your mother." She seems annoyed and tries again, fighting for words, "I want to know who is my immortal mother?" Dismayed, I think I reply that I don't know.

LAST THOUGHTS

There was a strong feeling of love coming from me towards the child. I was not annoyed with her question, only anxious about what the answer should be.

NOTES

-1-

that reminds me of my old apt. in the bedroom near the second closet

-2-

her hair is black and reminds me of doll's hair where it's sewn in and not punctured through the scalp. At the start of the dream I'm midway down the back where the hair is linty and dull.

INTERPRETATION

HAIR: thoughts

MOTHER: nurturing aspects

BRUSHING: improving the appearance of something or someone

LAST UPDATED: February 19, 2012

I'M A HOUSE SERVANT

2012-02-18T11:44:00.001-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: SLAVE or HOUSE SERVANT, PAST LIFE?

SUMMARY

I'm a black houseservant caring for a young white girl.

COMMENT: At computer --no earplugs, no audio in headphones. Decided to take a nap while transferring files to CD.

DREAM & LOCATION SETTING: Era not known. Either in America or England.

ACCOUNT

Thursday, January 26, 2012
4:02 AM
RF 9.7

Segment 1

PARTICIPATING. Forgot the beginning of this dream. I'm me: black and female. I feel that I'm a house servant in an undistinguished place, a home perhaps. I'm with a white female child who is cute as a button, and about 6 and a half years old with dark hair, a round face, and pleasant demeanor. I appear to be her guardian and teacher, and it's clear we have a close relationship and that I'm quite fond of her. Throughout the dream we talk and at one point early on she's standing or sitting before me (my back is to dream screen) and says to me sweetly but rather nonchalantly, "I don't like those men who come over on the ships." I know she is referring to the slave ships, and I instantly reply softly almost as a correction, "You mean 'slavers'[1]."

Segment 2

Then I'm in the same room I think and there's a person to my right who tells me to take the girl out of the room.

Segment 3

We end up in what looks like a large storage room or kitchen/pantry that is dimly lit with artificial yellow light behind us where there's a rectangular table. We play and laugh, and at one point I clasp her face in my hands (my palms on the side of her face) squeeze it affectionately and smile. Then I let go.

Something happens and she falls to a (medium gray) concrete floor, laying on her left side (she's facing the right). Perhaps because I'm tall, and she looks like a small doll wearing a dark red cloak or overdress with a light white and pastel blue printed dress or underdress. I'm alarmed and pick her up but she was okay, then I cup my palms on either side of her cheeks

Segment 4

Soon we begin to dance (moving right to left). I began to simulate an African drum beat I mimic with my voice, beginning an African dance and lifting my right leg high in the air as possible and twisting my left foot side to side so that I move to the left while keeping the leg raised. Then I remain stationary and thrust my pelvic and hip areas forward then back to the drum beat. I seem to know this rhythm and dance by memory. It has either been taught to me by elders that once belonged to a specific tribe or I had belonged to that tribe but had not learned the dance sufficiently.

I laugh and the girl is behind me, her hands gently on my waist. I can feel the movements of my body, and think of how my leg will not lift as high as the dance requires. It is during this dance that I clearly see the length of my skirt or dress skirt, that it covers my leg to the ankles.

CLOTHING DESCRIPTION [SERVANT]
The dress or dress skirt is heavily gathered with a light denim blue color with white print. The bottom 7 to 10 inches are ruffled with the same fabric with a possible hint of an ecru lace underskirt. The fabric is a medium weight cotton with slight vertical creases. It's clear the garb is a servant's manner of dress, but I am not poorly dressed, and the girl does not appear to be uneducated.

FINAL THOUGHTS

During the dream it's not in my thoughts that I'm a slave or servant, although the dreaming self slowly realizes that the participating self is a servant or slave.

NOTES

[1] --- In this post the term "slavers" refers to the men who come over on the slave ships AFTER having captured the slaves to sell their cargo. I'm either in America or England. I was in my late teens or early to late 20's--best guest is 20, about 5'10" and neither slender nor stocky.

INTERPRETATION

This dream may point to not only a life of servitude but also that I was a member of an African tribe or at least of African descent. This dream has allusions to a possible past life as a house servant. When I saw the dress/skirt I knew without a doubt that I was a servant, more likely a trusted houseservant whose responsibility was to see to the care of the child.

The past life symbols are: The job position, the style of dress, the African dance, the mimicked drum beat.

This is not the first time that I've dreamed of being a black house servant. Previous dreams have alluded to employment in a wealthy family (is that why I crave money in this life and abhor jobs that require housekeeping and babysitting?). I feel this dream has shown me that servitude in a past life during teen years is the origin of my interest in children during my teen years in this lifetime. Further, over the years, I have had multiple dreams where the 18th to mid 19th century is depicted in America or England, where I am a house servant, and where I've been in Africa.

LAST UPDATED: February 17, 2012

PROPOSAL FROM THE MASTER'S SON

2012-02-17T17:47:00.000-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: POSSIBLE PAST LIFE

SUMMARY

I'm a slave or indentured servant[1] courted by the Master's son.

CROSS-REFERENCE #: January 24th, 2010--b
CR SUMMARY: N/A

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Today, I went to bed and asked (during prayer) who the admirer was that I've been dreaming of.

I soon had two dreams which take place in different but neighboring eras. In the first dream I appear to be my 18c novel's female character, Fenestra (who is a black servant).

SETTING LOCATION

Era of the dream felt to be mid to late Eighteenth Century (possibly mid 19th Century) England. I'm standing in a large room that is reasonably well lit except the corner nearby which is shadowy. To my immediate left is a doorway (dream screen center) that apparently leads to a hallway.

ACCOUNT

Sunday, January 24th, 2010--a
9 AM appx.
RF# 8.80

Segment 1

PARTICIPATING. I'm standing near one corner of a room, with a chair an arm's length away. It seems a young white man[3] was already in the room, hiding in the dim light of the corner. He steps forward, smiling, and sits facing me. He says he wants me to be his woman. I forgot the exact words he used, but the inference is of my being his mistress or sex partner because he reaches up and unties the front of my dress bodice[2] which loosens the fabric, then he takes his finger and tugs down on the bodice neck and peeks inside at my bare breasts. He seems pleased with them for he smiles and releases the fabric. This satisfaction confirms that we will be lovers.

Although his offer feels to be somewhat taboo, I desire the relationship, as well, so I accept his offer which clearly makes him happy. I retie the corset, turn, and walk away, but he says something and I look back.

Segment 2

There is an older person--a woman, I think,--who had died but her spirit remains in a particular room of the house. This room is large, airy, and okay lit. There is a strong feeling the family is wealthy.

NOTES

—[1]—

I'm brown-skinned, in my late teens or 20s, tall, slender, with small breasts.

—[2]—
DRESS DESCRIPTION

The dress is distinctly eighteenth century in appearance, with an A-line skirt and a black corset-style bodice attached to the sides of the dress. The dress fabric is floral (or a similar medium-sized print) of wine, black, and beige on a cream background. Several black bodice straps crisscross in the back over the underlying floral fabric.

—[3]—

A handsome man in his early to mid 20s with light skin, dark blond hair (or darker) cut short in slightly curled layers or waves, nice-sized nose, thin lips, dark eyes, reasonably tall, and slender. He seemed to be a nice and sincere, but determined person from what is felt to be a wealthy family.

MAN'S CLOTHING DESCRIPTION

His clothing had a distinct eighteenth century look to them. He wore a black waistcoat (what Americans call a vest) over a white, tab collar shirt. The pants were of a stretch? black fabric.

FINAL COMMENTS

How interesting that the Main Character (MC) in my novel is having an ongoing sexual relationship with his childhood servant. For years I've wondered if the story characters were people I had known in a previous life. In fact, that possibility has been suggested by a few people when I mentioned the events of synchronicity that happened during the writing of the first chapters. Who knows?

Also, this is the first time I've seen 18c clothing this clearly in a dream. I could feel him tugging at the top, feel air as my breasts were exposed.

LAST UPDATED: December 4, 2011 --- (Format tweaked)

I'M PART OF AN AFRICAN TRIBE

2012-02-17T17:33:00.001-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: POSSIBLE PAST LIFE, COUNTRY

SUMMARY: I'm a member of an African tribe.

LOCATION & SETTING: Africa in the daytime.

THEME: I'm a member of a tribe.

DREAM ACCOUNT

Wednesday, June 9, 2004
7:00 AM
RF 8+

PARTICIPATING. The tribe members are very dark skinned, tall, slender, and lightly dressed. There are about four or five of us sitting in a group, a sort of square on dry, sandy, beige dirt. To my left is an old woman. I say to her in a very affectionate manner, "Mother, take this" (or "Mother have some of this"). I am offering her a type of food, sharing with her what I have. I seem to care for her because she is an elder member of our tribe. I don't think she is my blood mother, but may have been some relation or just a tribe member. I'm not sure, but we appear to be wearing dark clothes.

LAST UPDATED: February 17, 2012

WHITE REPORTER IN AFRICA

2012-02-17T16:56:00.005-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: PAST LIFE, RECURRENT

SUMMARY: I'm a white male reporter in Africa.

DREAM LOCATION & SETTING
AFRICA in MODERN TIMES, POSSIBLY 20th CENTURY

ACCOUNT

Sunday, January 1, 1989--a
RF# 8

PARTICIPATING. I had a dream early this morning about being a man who saw an uprising. It was not quite a war, but as I was passing by I stopped and watched, curious as to what was going on.

I'm standing on a dirt road where a large, oil barrel has been placed in the center of the road as a barricade, its contents set on fire. In the far distance off the right side of this road is a large crowd of brown-skinned people I identify as being Africans. They are shouting in protest, and there is pushing, shoving, high emotions, and heightening fervor. On the left side it is peaceful. I'm a little unnerved because I am an outsider, but it's more than my being white, but rather that I am a non-African.

About 20 feet away to my immediate left is a tall fence that encircles a white, one-story house with a veranda in front.

Either there's a jump in the dream or I forgot a part:

I have walked to my left and now stand about three feet past the fencing which is well inside the property on a neat, green lawn. I have no idea why I trespassed. Perhaps I wasn't paying attention.

Standing on the center of the veranda are two people: On the left is a white female and to her left (my right) is a tall, handsome white man armed with a rifle or shotgun--a long barrel. He shouts at me to get the f*ck off his property, then he threatens to kill me. I am very convinced that he will, especially since the gun is aimed at me. He wants to shoot me instantly, but I am spared because the woman pleads with him to spare my life. The man comes across violently and really frightens me.

FINAL COMMENTS

Somehow I know I wasn't bad-looking and had curly hair (I believe), was in my late 20's or mid 30's. The man and woman are in a similar age bracket as I am. He was tall and muscular, and she was slender and soft spoken. Upon awakening I had a strong feeling that I'd known this lady many times before—sort of a kinship. I feel I have had this dream at least once before. I believe I was shot by this man in the previous dream, or he had shot someone else.

If life after death (reincarnation) is a reality, I am almost certain that this lady and I have spent other lifetimes together, perhaps by choice. And if so, who is she now? Is she male or female?

POST COMMENTS

Sunday, July 8, 2001
[Edited: Saturday, November 6, 2010]

You know, I do this every now and then. I know who the two dream companions are but did not make mention of it till now. I'm not certain how long after the dream that I realized that the man was my waking life father and that the woman is my stepmother, Tee. My father, who is now deceased, had the same fierce temper and love of guns as the man in the dream. Tee is just as reasonable in reality as in the dream. Why she puts up with him life after life I don't understand.

ADDITIONAL REMEMBRANCES

Sunday, July 8, 2001
PM

Other than physical descriptions, I gave few details, so let me give more. I'm not sure what year it was but it seemed 20th century at least. It was daytime, likely Spring or Summer, the ground is mostly dirt—brown, uneven and dry, as if construction was being done. When I first saw the people, I was walking toward the left and approaching a sort of barricade on my right side and the Africans were on the far right—sort of down and across the road a ways. Some yards ahead of them (between me and them) were a type of police force (center of dream screen).

I was in awe of the situation but afraid that they'd come after me. I walked on to the left, passing the barricade (now out of viewing range). Some distance away I entered an area where there was tall, weedy grass then a clearing leading to a fence where a white man and woman stood behind it. The woman is on the left and he is to the right. I think he was wearing a short-sleeved or sleeveless white shirt (possibly no shirt at all). She had long hair, perhaps blonde and curly or dark and curly. It soon became apparent that my presence was an intrusion to the man. I was a reporter, and my job was to report on what was causing the rioting there.

INTERPRETATION

I believe this dream is showing fragments of a past life, the main reason being to reveal that I've had interaction with my father and stepmother in previous lifetimes.

LAST UPDATED: February 17, 2012

I INVESTIGATE THEFT

2012-02-17T16:28:00.000-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: ROLES I PLAY: INVESTIGATOR

SUMMARY

I'm a police officer that investigates a claim of theft.

DREAM LOCATION & SETTING

It's daytime. The apartment is dimly lit with a small amount of artificial or natural light in the livingroom.

ACCOUNT

Tuesday, August 7, 2001--a
5:00 AM apprx

OBSERVING. I’m some sort of police officer. My partner and I are responding to a distress call from an elderly black lady who lives in an apartment. We're in the hall and rush into the apartment to investigate her claim. We're on the left and approach the lady who is on the right). She tells us, "Someone broke in but I don't know when it happened." I get the idea that she doesn't know because she has a problem with her memory and is not aware whether she was in her apartment at the time of the theft.

LAST UPDATED: February 17, 2012

HUMAN TO ET AMBASSADOR

2012-02-17T02:54:00.001-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: UFO, PAST LIFE

SUMMARY: I'm a UFO ambassador.

THEME: Seeing UFOs in the sky.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

I had awaken briefly and went back to sleep.

LOCATION OVERVIEW

I'm in an apt. that looks similar to my childhood apartment. It's a bright, sunny day.

DREAM ACCOUNT

Saturday, July 21, 2010
10 AM
RF 9.5

Segment 1

Participating. I dreamed of standing and looking out an apartment window. I saw an object in the sky to the left that turned out to be a disc-shaped UFO with a bluish, hazy appearance. It went overhead out of view.

Not long afterward I saw what seemed to be another UFO, this one silver in color. I was uncertain as to whether it was a UFO or an airplane, but I called it a torpedo UFO. This craft was seen in the middle of the sky with a view of its underside where its wings meet in an inverted triangle shape. This craft disappeared overhead out of view. These two UFOs flew at a normal plane speed, and they made no noise. (See sketch 1)

Sketch 1

Next, I'm outside and see to my right a white object with four white, slender legs made of a metal, grill-like construction. Also the lower rim of the globe body was made of this construction. I called this a spider UFO because it looked like an upright, long-legged spider and moved like one. This craft was at least 15 feet high, because it stood taller then the street high-wires. It's legs accounted for most of the height and were on the ground; this craft was never seen airborne. (See sketch 2)

Sketch 2

Segment 2

Participating. In the dream, after I saw these things I went and looked at the VCR clock, but I don't remember what time it said. However, something in my mind says that it was 2:58. I went to write down the events on a piece of paper that was one of my McCall's needlework and crafts knitting direction sheets that had a lined writing area on it. I wrote the date, which I am certain was "July 1990", but I'm less certain of the day—it may have been "21"[1]. I had trouble writing down what I saw, because some of the writing area was already written on, and there were other people in the apartment who were distracting me. (Sketch of sheet not posted.)

Segment 3

Participating. The scene changed somewhat[2]. The room and window area was similar, but the people were now highly visible and they look different. They were sun-tanned white man with chains crossed over their chests in an X fashion. (See sketch 3) These men knew about the UFOs and were very determined to have some sort of confrontation. They weren't angry but were prepared for something which I had a strong part in. They had to convince me (regarding the matter), and I reluctantly decided to join them.

Sketch 3 & 4

On the right was a burly man with curly chest hair and not mean, exactly. He ordered a slender man (also on the right) to "Bring him clothes so that he can be presentable." This man was a type of ancient valet or servant. I think I was to meet someone very important, for when the slender man brought me the clothes (which turned out to be a robe of red checks with yellow), the burly man said the clothes were not suitable for someone of my stature (in this case I knew "stature" meant "position of authority or responsibility"), then he shoved the smaller man away firmly.

Segment 4

Participating. The next thing I know, I'm standing in a large, well lit room with no furniture. I'm talking to two men. I'm a white man, tall and handsome and wore a white suit (jumpsuit) with gold trimming at the pockets (as remembered at time dream was recorded). In the dream the pockets were very noticeable, because I was trying to pass something to the men beside me. Four to five feet away is a doorway and just inside the room I'm in are two(?) guards stationed to watch me. I don't want the guards to see what I'm doing, what I'm trying to give the men. They mustn't see. I awoke at that point, and I remembered nothing more.

NOTES

—[1]—

Date in dream would likely be same as waking date of dream: 07/21/90?

—[2]—

Possible past life scene. The men's attitudes and style of dress was not modern.

POST COMMENTS
Thursday, June 10, 2010
10:11 PM

This is what fascinates me about some dreams. I record the events, but clearly leave out impressions and thoughts from the dream. What was not recorded is that I was a liaison between the ETs and the men from this culture. They wanted to make contact with the ETs and for whatever reason, I was there (or maybe I was also there on the behalf of the ETS). I did not trust the men, this was clear. I felt that the ETs were going to be duped or walk into some kind of trap, and I felt it my responsibility to warn the them. Why I was being guarded by the men at the doorway is not entirely clear, just that I seemed to be under a sort of house arrest. I think they found out that I was not entirely on their side. What I am clear on is that the meeting with the ETs was still scheduled to continue, and I knew that it must not happen.

INTERPRETATION
Thursday, June 10, 2010
10:19 PM

I still feel that the dream had elements of a past life. It could be the theme of being an ambassador or liaison of sorts, or of trying to warn the ETS, who knows? It really felt as if I was in the role of a double-spy. This is a theme that recurs from time to time in my dreams, usually with a Nazi motif.

OTHER ET/UFO ROLES I PLAY ACCOUNTS

Last Updated: August 13, 2010

HEARTBREAK 1

2012-02-17T02:09:00.001-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: POSSIBLE PAST LIFE, DEATH

SUMMARY

Boyfriend/Husband does the right thing and forfeits his life.

ACCOUNT

Sunday, June 14, 1992
11:30 AM
AGE: 30

SEGMENT 1

I'm looking out of my bedroom window[1] and see a police car[2] come around a corner and drive over the sidewalk, leaving behind big clumps of grass on the sidewalk. I'm disgusted that the police caused the mess, then I see the car scrape some bushes.

SEGMENT 2

I'm black and feel sad because my boyfriend or husband[3] snitched on some drug dealers, and they have marked him for death ('death squad' comes to mind). I think he opts to die by lethal injection (or has no choice but to). He enters the bedroom from the hallway. He has come to say his final goodbye, but I can't accept that he'll be leaving me, and I cry with great sorrow because I'll miss him dearly.

We're sitting on a couch or chair and hold each other. He's being very strong and supportive, but I'm weak and lovesick. A black man is sitting behind me to my left, waiting to take my husband away, but I just can't let him go. I look over at the left window and there is a black ornate headboard in front of it. I say to myself that I will paint it white as a tribute to my husband's memory.

After several hugs and much crying on my part he has to leave. The man and me walk to the edge of a dresser near the entrance, and I bend over with my face touching the table. I say in a pleading manner, "Oh God (or "Please God") don't let this happen/don't let him go." The man and/or my husband look back at me. Then just before they leave, I look at the headboard and say, "I'll start on the headboard," meaning that it will give me a purpose for going on without him. They leave soon after.

I enter the kitchen[4] where the light is on and a black female in her late 30's or early 40's is cooking greens. I take some, layering them on my plate and cutting them into sections. One leaf is reddish. I ask the woman a question, but she doesn't reply. An atmosphere of a funeral is in the house.

FINAL COMMENTS

Saturday, March 6, 1999
5:30 PM

There was great emotional sorrow. I seemed to love this man very much.

Saturday, November 6, 2010
6:31 PM

This dream was among a series of dreams about love and loss. They provided me insight into why in this life love has been intangible and elusive. In another dream very similar to this one, I vowed that I would--as the cliche goes--"never love again." So am I, in this life, living out that vow? If so, can I reverse it in this life?

Sunday, March 6, 2011
4:20 PM appx

I was reviewing this dream today and wondered as I had when I first had this dream, if this dream (and the other about losing my spouse) is a modernized version of something that actually happened in a previous lifetime, some distant era where I loved someone deeply and lost them in a similar fashion where they did what they thought was the right thing to do and paid the cost with their life. I can entirely imagine that when in this dream I had asked God to intervene--to not let my man be taken, to be killed--but He did not, that I would vow to never put myself in a similar situation again. Such a promise--if one believes in reincarnation, mind you--would likely extend to any successive lifetime until I learned the futility of such a promise. Urrgh!

I see other parallels in this life to the dream above. Like my struggle to understand why God allows things to happen to good people and innocent children, etc. And in this life I've fought with the reality of God. Further, in this life I have seriously desired to be loved--to know the feel of it, to see it in action--and to be IN love. But the love I am most desirous of is that of a man who loves me with all his heart and soul, the way I loved the man in the dream. To me, the greatest lesson in my life is to learn to love (preferably without fear of loss) and to accept love--to believe in (and value) the sincerity of the person offering it.

Which brings me to why this and the other love and loss dreams occurred. I had been praying to God about why did not have love in my life--why I grew up feeling unloved; why when anyone said they loved me, I found the declaration meaningless and false; and why I grew up in a family where love wasn't shown or even voiced from time to time? I remember the only time my maternal grandmother (who raised me) said she loved me: It was elementary school graduation day. I remember exactly where I stood and can still faintly feel her hug me and say "I love you." My thought then was "Yeah, right, sure you do." Because at that moment I thought (as I do now), "How can you beat someone with your hands, sticks, and belts and say that you love them."

NOTES

[1]

The dream bedroom is exactly like that of current apt. in 1992 except the furnishings.

[2]

It was the new car model (black & white) the town got that year.

[3]
White or light skin black.

[4]
Similar to kitchen of current apt. in 1992

LAST UPDATED: March 6, 2011

WE SPENT A PAST LIFE TOGETHER

2012-02-17T01:47:00.001-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: PAST LIFE?

SUMMARY

I meet two men who say I spent past lives with them.

LOCATION OVERVIEW
It's daytime at an unknown location.

ACCOUNT

Thursday, March 30, 1995-a
Pre 6 AM
RF 8+

PARTICIPATING. I meet two nice-looking, light-skinned black men[1] who (I remember as) wearing olive green clothing. They know each other and appear to be members of a military type group. I decide to date them, but I'm confused as to which man I should date first.

I think I choose the shorter one to date first. We're in a room (my back to dream screen), and he's sitting in front of me and says, "We spent a past life together in 1412."

Later, I meet with the second guy, and we appear to be in that same room. He says, "Do you know we spent a past life together in 1726?" I think of what the first guy said, and I consider the possibility that they're playing a joke on me (or running a game on me). I reply, "I thought you said 1412 (or I thought it was 1412)?" To which he replies,"No, I said it right."

FINAL COMMENT

I wonder why I didn't consider that I shared a life with each man at different times, instead of assuming the two guys and me lived in the same lifetime together? Unfortunately, at least one of them told me what type of life era I dealt with, but I forgot when I awoke. I liked the tall guy's appearance more.

NOTES

[1]--DESCRIPTION OF THE MEN

One man is tall with a thin, trimmed mustache, oval-shaped face, moderate weight, and moderate muscular form. The other man is shorter--a half to a foot shorter than me (I'm a shade under 6'). Both men had hair cut short, were members of same military type group, and wore olive green pants and top or jacket.

LAST UPDATED: MARCH 6, 2011

I'M AN EGYPTIAN QUEEN

2012-02-17T01:19:00.001-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: PAST LIFE

SUMMARY: I'm a queen of Egypt.

SIBLING: 1989--01-01b-SU--PJ [RF 7]

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

This dream appears to be as a result of my repeating that I wanted to dream about one of my past lives and that's what I dreamed about.

ACCOUNT

Sunday, January 1, 1989--b
11:25 AM

I dreamed about Kings and Queens in the early centuries. I was one of the queens, but I don't remember whether they were Caucasians or Africans, only that they were supposed to have been Egyptians.

LAST UPDATED
February 17, 2012

ROMAN OR EGYPTIAN OVERSEER

2012-02-12T10:41:00.004-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: ROME or EGYPT, POSSIBLE PAST LFE

SUMMARY

I'm a white male with command of men and black slaves in ancient days.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Apprx. 2:30 - 2:50pm (day of dream).

I had prayed to God—rather insolently—about my future. I tried to provoke him into giving me a purpose for living or, as I demanded, that he destroy me or let me leave Earth. It was a long and heart felt prayer. I went to sleep immediately after and this dream was the result.

DREAM ACCOUNT

Thursday, April 23, 1992
5:10 PM

SEGMENT 1

(Observing). Dreamed that two people are talking to each other and a white man[1] dashes off to help someone whose roof is suspected of collapsing soon, then I see me standing in a hallway by the doorway of my bedroom.[2] The room is a pinkish color (as in reality) and seems in disarray. There is a big pile in the middle of the room, and the dream focuses on three very small pocket sized pictures. One of them is of a little black girl.

(Participating now). I have a great fear that the roof will collapse upon me. I hesitate to go inside the room, so I order two people to go in and retrieve the pictures. They come out, and I remain by the doorway, sticking my head inside to look at the roof area above the door (which open inside to the left as in reality). I look for cracks there and throughout the roof. Seeing no visible cracks, I step into the room. I think to myself that there doesn't seem to be a problem. When I leave the room I enter the next phase of the dream.

SEGMENT 2

(Observing & Participating). Now, I've just entered some sort of high ceiling building from outside through a wide doorway (no door & it was daytime and sunny). I get the feeling that there is no roof or that it is so high up as to give the impression of not being there. The building is reasonably well lit from whatever light enters from the entrance or overhead and has a feeling of great height. There is sunlight coming from my left through an opening just out of viewing range [at the time of writing this earlier update I had the image of arches or columns, something that would give the feeling or appearance of a wall but allowing the feel of the outdoors.] The building has towering, dark gold brown walls of stone or brick. There is a three to five feet wide path (about 7 feet long) that leads from the doorway. It is bordered on both sides by the aforementioned walls and at some point midway these walls have about four or more twelve inch wide doorless openings of small rooms that are stalls of some kind[3]. There are at least 3 of them, possibly on each side. The path is covered with leveled out sand that feels moist and soft underfoot and has a beige color and when it's stepped on, goldish brown shadows are left behind. l believe I have on sandals, because no sand is getting between my toes. The moistness pleases me greatly. The atmosphere of this area feels ancient like Rome or Egypt, and a gold color pervades (see SK2).

Because I appear to be observing and participating simultaneously at times, I know and feel myself to be tall and slender, either white or a light skinned black man, but I feel feminine. I am wearing a white tunic dress that comes just over the knees and is either short-sleeved or sleeveless. The tunic is trimmed in gold along its front edges and bottom hem. I am wearing gold colored sandals that are very thin, perhaps tying at the ankle. I am a commander or ambassador of some type—in charge of a group of people and of the ongoing project I am now inspecting. I can feel the present emotions and thoughts of myself as this man, and, thus, know that I am greatly pleased with the placement and uniformity of the sand—that the project is coming along well.

With self-pride and knowledge of the authority I possess, I walk slowly up the path and stop before a doorway, inspecting the tiny room which seems to be a stall of some kind, the sand spread even. A dark skinned slave[4] is inside, and I watch him use his hands to shovel out sand onto that already in place in the stall. Eventually he comes out, sitting upright on his hunches beside me on my right. I smile, feeling great kindness, but also superiority over him. I pat him on the head as if he were a dog and congratulate him, saying, "You're doing a wonderful job. Keep up the good work." The slave smiles and says, "Thank you." With an air of power and quite pleased I was so nice to him, I continue along the aisle, seeing blacks from left to right. I speak to no one on the left, just a nod then acknowledge a young male with a "Very good" or something. I speak to a 3rd slave briefly, showing some kindness and appreciation. I continue on, approaching a very dark corner on the far right where there is an exit.

SEGMENT 3

(Observing & Participating). I exit this stone wall area and enter a semi-wide, modern-looking hall—paint and all. Straight away I'm standing in the middle of the hall with a room almost immediately to my right. I face the room with its gold colored walls and see the men I command in there, wearing Roman or Egyptian styled outfits and pointed hats of a white or light color. The hats have white and gold trim along the central edges (see Sketch 3). The outfits (not clearly remembered) are belted with a gold cord tied at the waist. There is a sense of quiet urgency, because I have important visitors coming and whoever they are their expected arrival is okay with me. I order the men to fetch towels, soap and other things for my guests. I turn and begin to walk up the long hall (light color) but I seem to telepathically hear them inwardly protest, so I turn and look back down the hall (some three feet or so away to the left) to the gold room where are leaving out (the stone wall area is the same distance away but center right). I notice the "I don't want to do this" expressions on their faces, and raise my hands before me (chest height--think Jesus) and say to them softly, "With a glad heart, with a glad heart." (Which means I'm asking them to do the thing I asked with compassion and in good spirit) I sense that their attitude changes—if not their desire. The comment (and the atmosphere of the last two segments) was filled with such a feeling of love and compassion. When I awake, the word "Hammurabi" sticks in my mind.

FOLLOW UP ACCOUNT
Thursday, March 12, 1998
9:30 AM

I was thinking about a dream I'd had several years ago. I had felt it was a past life dream and still do. As I was thinking it about how it began, a new image appeared in my mind:

The original dream (Segment 1) began when I entered my bedroom during an impending ceiling collapse, and when I left the room, I was in this past life dream as a white male, walking down an airy corridor with sand underfoot and me dressed in strange attire—a skirted item and sandals like the ones worn in the days of Rome or Egypt...or somewhere similar.

For the part where I was originally walking down the corridor (Segment 2), the new image is now an outside view of side by side curving walls that appear to be part of the (original) corridor somehow. There are three high walls (6' or more) in a row, and to the left of them is a wide gravely road. At the side of to the far left the road is a building with multi-levels—but basically only one to two stories tall, a light peachy color with reddish trim and rounded, domed rooftops—one with mosaic style designs.

NOTES

[1]

the bar owner of (the Queen Vic) Eastenders (not Michelle's father (Den), Frank nor Grant)

[2]

in the dream when facing the room area, the entrance is on the left, but in waking state the room is actually straight ahead (see Sketch 1).

[3]
STALL DESCRIPTION

the doorway is 2 feet wide and the stall is a 12 inch wide by 18 inch deep square space with an additional space to the right that is 18 inch wide by 2 ½ inch to 36 inch (a tight 'U-shaped' enclosure--These rooms are no wider than 3 feet nor longer than 4 feet. They are in essence rectangular, large enough to fit a medium-sized person with barely a foot more of space. The entrance was about a foot deep and wide then spread back to the right for about 2 and a half to 3 feet. The two spaces are divided by a tall, four inch thick wall (same color and style as the others in this room) with a narrow opening on the upper right hand side so the larger space can be accessed. Immediately upon awakening, I thought that perhaps the stalls were for use as bathrooms, other than that I could not—still cannot—fathom what they were to be used for, since it could not fit a very large person or animal.

[4]

The slaves are not wearing tops but appear to have something around their waists, probably belts, because I remember the 2nd black boy had red around his waist. I believe they had on dark shorts of some kind.

A MATTER OF CLARIFICATION

In the original handwritten account, there was confusion as to what sex I was and, to a limited degree, what race I represented. While in retrospect, it seems clear that I was a white male, in the account I was not at all certain, just that I was either white or a light skinned black male. Adding to this confusion was that I was participating in the dream (which means that I cannot see my body and am viewing everything as if I was inside this person's body and seeing only what is extended beyond the torso (arms, legs or feet). At the end of the account, I clearly commented that I looked male but felt feminine. "Looked" implies that at some point in the dream, I was observing the dream scene (as an onlooker) as well as participating in it. The dream was not recorded in a wholly linear fashion but, instead, jumped forward and back as things were remembered to lend clarity to the account—unfortunately, clarity was not served. The account only served to confuse. In fact, parts were omitted, only to be later remembered and added as an update—essentially a retelling of the dream. Since these dual nature dreams tend to be confusing in the retelling, For ease of reading, I have combined the events of the original account and its update and placed them into proper sequence:

LAST WORDS

During the initial update, in relation to what my position was in that dream, the word 'overseer' came to mind. I spoke English (or remembered as such). I also remember walking through the doorway then back up the length of the 'aisle', peering in the stalls at the workers. That was my duty. My pleasure. I get the strong impression that I had a lot of authority, as if I was high up on the political ladder. My dream awareness kept changing from observer to participant, sometimes both simultaneously.

INTERPRETATION

Maybe God is telling me I've always been an arrogant prat. Ha ha.

MAN CARES ABOUT ME

2011-12-04T17:57:00.003-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: UNKNOWN PERSON

SUMMARY: Man with big hands is very gentle.

Saturday, August 11, 2007--a
9 AM

ACCOUNT

SEGMENT 1

Parts forgotten. I’ve been talking to someone—a female, I think and she encourages me to approach a man regarding some arrangement.

SEGMENT 2

Reluctantly AND with resignation, I enter a well lit room. In front of me is a man stretched out on a chaise lounge (far right of dream screen). He is wearing black pants and is sitting on his backside. I sit on his lap, laying the left side of my body[1] along his lower body, my head slowly lowering. He caresses me gently, his hand[2] stroking my right upper thigh, again, gently. I am fixed on how big his hands are. I either don’t see his face, or can’t remember it. Whoever this entity is he seems to care about me—as if it loves me.

Midway this brief dream, he begins to unfasten his pants (with his left hand I believe), and for a moment I fear that he means to take out his penis to have sex with me, but he does not. He gently nudges me upward so I can help him remove his pants. He seems to be wearing something dark under them.

I am replaced back along the length of him and the fear has subsided.

NOTES

[1]..my head pointing dream screen right & I seem to be participating and observing

[2]..his hand is that of a white man. It is wider than its length and the fingers are spread out wide like a fan. The skin is milky with red coloring like some white people.

FINAL THOUGHTS

Don’t know who he was but he felt a little familiar like it was Yul Brynner or someone. I thought of him when I awoke. This dream came at the end of a stream of dreams—all forgotten.

INTERPRETATION [Nothing at this time.]

HANDS ON MY FACE

2011-12-04T17:28:00.001-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: BEING TOUCHED

SUMMARY: I feel hands all over my face.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Been doing a lot of thinking about the connection between God, Angels and Aliens—whether God is an Alien.

Saturday, March 24, 2007
appx. 3 am
RF 9

ACCOUNT

Parts forgotten. Can’t remember the beginning of this dream, only that I end up in what appears to be my living room (or a room where a couch is similarly placed against the long wall adjacent to the bedroom). I’m sitting in the dark on the center of the couch and am having a conversation with someone—female, I believe—to my right. She’s telling me something that seems important. I think she says something about hands, then I feel pairs of hands groping all over my face and side of my head. I don’t remember being afraid, just alarmed as they quickly glide up and down, side to side, around in a circle. That’s all I recollect.

It felt so real (like waking state) when those hands began scouring my face. I envisioned them as being white and about 2-3 pair. This dream had a distinct spiritual feel to it.

MAN TRIES TO RAPE ME

2011-03-30T23:30:00.008-04:00

EVENT TOPIC:..SOMETHING LAYING ON ME

DREAM TOPIC:..DREAMS OF RAPE

Over the past twenty years I've had waking and sleep events where something unseen has touched parts of my body. I've felt something heavy laying on my back if I'm on my stomach, and on two successive occasions, the culprit appeared to be a female spirit about ten years old. I've been awakened to the sensation of being touched on the arm, and on one such night I saw a vivid dream image of a tall woman in a white flowing gown bend over and touch near my wrist. That caused me to awake startled, the sensation could still be felt.

RF# refers to Realness Factor which denotes how realistic a dream or dream event felt at the time it was experienced--10 highest number.

Friday, August 26, 2005--b
7:51 PM
RF 9.0

PRELIMINARY EVENT

Laid down for a nap at about 6:30 PM and fell asleep right away.

EVENT/DREAM BRIEF

Feel something on top of me; dreamed neighbor's son tries to rape me.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I feel a pressure on top of me—that old familiar feeling that's a cross between being awake and dreaming. This time I have a more distinct "awake" feeling, but once I noticed something was on my back, my awareness quickly slipped into a dream state where I had the following dream:

DREAM ACCOUNT

PARTICIPATING. Parts forgotten. I'm lying down on a bed in a dark room and feel someone on top of me [1]. I look up and see faint light filtering in from the hall. Walking toward me is a man, (and at first I think there is a 2nd man with him, but it turns out to be my next door neighbor—that evile b*tch.)

The man grabs me (from behind?), and I know he plans to rape me. I'm desperate to get away and struggle with him, twisting my body so that I can get loose. At some point I see my neighbor from behind[2] on my right, walking slowly from left to right just within arms reach, her arms behind her back. She's letting her son try to rape me. My hands seem tied or held somehow.

I fall to the floor, taking the creep with me—he's to my right and doubled over, head bent to the floor. I keep adjusting my position so I can bust his head onto the floor. I miss about twice but succeed a couple times. He's knocked out, and I manage to get free. I run through the apartment to the entrance door and pull at it, but there's a single tarnished bolt[3] on the lower edge of the door. I slide it back quickly almost not touching it.

At some point I begin crying rape—perhaps as I run out the door into the building hallway[4]. I look at the long, metal staircase with its right banister missing (broken off). I know it happened from a recent move of furniture that crashed into the railing. Anyway, I'm desperate to escape, so I gather courage and leap down the entire staircase[5], then run along the brief hall and pounce down the entire length of the 2nd staircase.

I run out the apt. building door (closed?) and turn leftward in a fast run—running as fast as I can—crossing the street diagonally while crying rape at the top of my lungs. I feel like I'm not moving fast enough. I take a look back over my shoulder and see the man[6] coming out of the building and looking to his left down the block at me. I'm still running because I'm so afraid this person will catch up to me. He sets off after me. I know there's a police station nearby, and I frantically search for signs of where it is nestled among the other buildings to my right. I run up to a female officer[7], pointing to the man and yelling that he tried to rape me. The man is arrested.

NOTES

[1]..I don't have a bed in reality and have not slept in my bedroom. Also the dream bedroom and hall looks like that of my old apartment. Not sure whether at the start of dream I see someone in the room first and THEN I'm grabbed or someone already has a hold of me, and I see the evile one enter the room.

[2]..her gray and white hair looks like it has a blue rinse in it and she has it in a bun at the back of her head near the top.

[3]..on the lower center of the left edge of the door; one of those old-fashioned slide locks

[4]..the staircase, building hall, and building door is definitely my childhood home

[5]..this jumping part has a 'flying dream' feel to it

[6]..I clearly see that he is wearing a black and white horizontal-striped polo type shirt (broad stripes)

[7]..[Edit (March 30, 2011): There is a part missing. I ran into a building where there were a group of police officers. I felt the woman would be more quick to act and thus I approached her. I remember looking through the dirty windows of the building, looking out for him as I explained what was wrong.

INTERPRETATION

I'm surprised I never included this information: First off, the dream was extremely realistic and was teeming with emotion, mainly fear. I think that was evident. I found it interesting that the dream took place in two locations where I'd spent the bulk of my 40+ years: my childhood home of about 12 years and my former apt. of 20 years. Why those two location were used may have to do with setting the stage and utilizing past scenes that would likely spur me into action.

At the time of the dream I had been in my apt. about a year, but kept getting the feeling that someone had been in my apt. while I was gone. Then came two dreams within two weeks of each other. The theme of the dreams was that I had come home to my current apt. and was attacked by an unknown man who was lurking inside. Then came the rape dream with all its fear-intense reality. I called the management office and spoke to the receptionist at that time and explained about the rape dream and the feeling that someone had been coming into the apt. She spoke to the Site Manager but it wasn't until I told her that I'd had three dreams of being attacked in the apt. that they sent the maintenance technician within the hour to change the locks. He pointed out to me that the locks on the door had not actually been changed!—they had merely put new fittings but the lock cylinder was the same one the previous tenant had. So it is likely that my evile neighbor had the key because she used to help the old man that lived there (as I understand it).

Who knows what the evile b*tch may have been up to or that of someone in her apt? I don't put nothing past anyone.

I'm not sure why my old apt. was used as the first half of the setting. Maybe because in real life there's no bed in my current apt. but there was one in the old place. Or maybe they didn't want to freak me out so much that I couldn't feel safe in my current home.

However, use of my childhood home hallway was VERY interesting because it exactly mimicked a situation that actually happened when I was 14 or so: My grandmother was yelling and hollering at me and she was calling me into the kitchen to whup my butt, but I was afraid and, really, just plain fed up with her rages and the safety of my behind. I was standing at the door and bolted. I damn near flew down those metal stairs (no broken banisters)—and, yes, there were two long flights of them. I must have took those stairs five at a time...it's a wonder I didn't break my neck. I tore out that building, crossed the street, and flew down the steep hills of Paterson, NJ as fast as my long legs could manage and did not stop until two blocks were covered. I certainly did look over my shoulder to see if I saw her but don't think I did. The part that differed was that in reality I went down the hill, but in the dream I crossed the road twice and stayed on my block. What also differed were the buildings—there was no police station but we did have a fire station at the end of that block.

I guess the point of using that fearful moment (by the mind or my Angels?) was to spur me into action regarding the lock. I had suspicions and someone played on them. Maybe the time of the "rape" was near at hand.

Life can be interesting. About three years later, with further evidence of the apt. being accessed while I was at work, I had management change the lock again, but it was poorly installed, and I had to prove it to the new Property Manager by effortlessly kicking open the door while it was locked. When she returned later to inspect the latest lock, my evile neighbor's son just had to come out to see what was going on. The action wasn't lost on the PM...she didn't say anything but I saw on her face her distrust. Sooooo guess who the young man was? The rapist in the dream! And I've begged management three times to let me change my apartment, but they won't unless I have a medical reason or need a smaller or larger apt. Thus proves the theory that you can't always pick your neighbors.

COMMENTS FROM ORIGINAL SITE (1)

Anais Anais said...

One possibility: it seems we all women fear rape and this shows in our lucid dreams. It also could be that you were sensing the evil thoughts of the neighbor, so be careful.

12:40 AM, June 07, 2009

LAST UPDATED:.. March 30, 2011...(Interpretation added)

CALLING ON ARCHANGEL MICHAEL

2010-09-25T02:34:00.007-04:00

DREAM TOPICS:
ARCHANGELS, PARALYSIS, VOICE HEARD

Wednesday, January 19, 2005--b
12:10 PM
RF 9

THEME: Asking for help.

SUMMARY

I ask Archangel Michael for help; dogs in apt.; inspirational singing.

DREAM LOCATION & SETTING
I'm lying down on my back as in reality.

LIFE EVENTS AT TIME OF DREAM

Unhappy with course of life. Feeling down on myself regarding lack of direction and purpose. Another letdown is my skin or circulation issue which keeps me close to home most days when it's cold or cool. Because of it, I don't enjoy life.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Feeling depressed, I lay down at about 10:30 AM to take a nap. The room is well lit with natural light.

DREAM ACCOUNT

Segment 1

Parts forgotten. There's a strong feeling--as is the case with these reality-like experiences--that this is an actual event. I feel the usual paralysis and decide not to fight the sensations[1]. My body soon feels to be sinking. The sensation is stronger than I remember it ever having been before.

Then the dropping sensation is over, and I feel a presence behind me--a sensation of electricity vibrating over my back and sides. I can't move or see. I think my eyes are closed and through the lids I see red light filtering in as if I'm looking into muted sunlight. I try to lift my head and shoulders, feeling myself straining as I manage to raise my upper body.

My eyes are open now and the red light is gone. I look up at the ceiling where it meets the wall over my livingroom windows.

"Archangel Michael!" I call, struggling against the sensation, "Archangel Michael!" I call again a little more urgently.

"Yes?" comes a masculine voice immediately afterward[2] about two feet from my head on the left. The voice was not too heavy in tone and sounded fairly close. I see the spoken word as a dark formation in the air.

"Help me," I plead, then call out, "Archangel Michael, help me!"

Segment 2

A small part may be forgotten[3]. Now, I'm sitting on the floor[4]. For some reason, I'm repeatedly calling Him "Michael," saying it about 3 times, each time pronouncing it differently then the customary manner. I don't know why I began to address Him using the new pronunciation. I have the feeling I was told it's the correct[5] pronunciation for His name.

I turn in my makeshift bed and face the foyer entrance (open doorway[6]). I say, "Where are you? I can't see you with these eyes." I stare into the near darkness around me for some sight of Him. I see a faint yellow gold splotch to the left and another faint colored splotch (forgotten).

I continue to search the darkness then in the foyer I see a dark square (like a background) or maybe it's just the darkness of the hall. Hovering in the air are two slender, side by side lightning-styled bolts of electricity. They are a beautiful, bright, clear red and branch off very much like lightning does. The bolt on the right is more animated. Both make the hissing/spitting noise that electrical currents make. I watch in awe, wondering if this is Archangel Michael's way of showing himself to me.

FINAL COMMENT

It's intriguing to note that whether I'm dreaming of angels, aliens, or spirits two common accompaniments are paralysis and out of body type sensations.

NOTES

[1]

For the past several paralysis events, I decided it was easier to allow the sensation to take its course. What results is feeling that I'm descending through the couch.

[2]
this reply may have come after the first summon

[3]
Saturday, September 25, 2010
1:32 AM

First, it seems obvious to me that far more than a "small part" is missing.

Second, His voice was heard center of wall (next to the left, large double window). And I had a mental impression (nothing seen) of a man resting on his left side (back to the wall).

Third, I remember the beginning of Segment 2 differently: I'm walking away from the window area as if (the area where I had been seems blocked or shadowed). I skip excitedly towards the center of the room, repeating the name aloud over and over. I'm so happy because Archangel Michael has told me the proper pronunciation of his name.

[4]

In reality I sleep in the livingroom on the floor.

[5]
It appears to be a Jewish pronunciation.

[6]

In reality there is a purple lace curtain drawn across the doorway, but they are not visible in this "dream" event.

INTERPRETATION

I feel this dream was an actual event occurring in an altered state of reality. I've had quite a few of these 'dream-like' events and they are definitely different from dreams. The fact that I've been reading about Angels a week ago could be summoning these experiences.

SYMBOLS

dark room, calling for Archangel Michael, asking for help, paralysis, electrical sensation, two electric bolts, red, not being able to see the Archangel, voice answering

PREVAILING SYMBOLS

calling for Archangel Michael, asking for help, voice answering, red electric bolts

SIBLINGS: 2

1:
DREAM CODE: 2005-01-19a-WE--3W
DREAM CONTENT: Water, Weather-related
RF: 6
SKETCHES:1
SUMMARY: I see tornadoes in the rain.

2:
DREAM CODE: 2005-01-19c-WE--MB
DREAM CONTENT: Media, Animals
RF: 7, 6.5
SKETCHES: 1
SUMMARY: Dogs in the apt. & Inspirational singing,

OTHER ANGEL ACCOUNTS

BLOODY ANGEL

IN AN ANGEL'S ARMS

FOOTSTEPS HEARD; ANGEL VISITS FAMILY

GUEST ACCOUNT: MEETING AN ANGEL

CALLING OUT TO MY ANGELS

LAST UPDATED: September 25, 2010

CALLING OUT TO MY ANGELS

2010-09-24T22:19:00.001-04:00

DREAM TOPICS: NONDREAM, ANGELS

Sunday, August 17, 2003
appx. 4:30 AM

SUMMARY
I see lights and call out to my Angels.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

This is during the period when I had the icky bed bugs or soon would. I was very depressed because I was miserable and the drug, noise and music situation was ongoing and getting worse.

LOCATION OVERVIEW

In bedroom of current apt. I'm lying on my back on the bed covers. The light is on in the bedroom.

COMMENTS

Went to bed around 3:30 – 4:30 a.m. Hadn't been in bed more than two hours before this event happened.

DREAM ACCOUNT

I felt a vibrating sensation around the perimeter of my upper body—maybe the whole of it. I've experienced this sensation many times before and have never quite understood what is going on with those events. Those first moments of waking that morning I felt uncertain as to what was happening. It was the first time in years I had to deal with the vibrating sensation for such a long length of time. My breathing was shallow. I could hear myself snoring loudly as I tried to breathe.

I felt encased in darkness and seemed to be looking at the dark with an inner eye. Hard to explain. As I tried to breath, I called out "Angels," my breathing then normal (or seemed to be) and my voice echoing. Pretty cool. I saw near the ceiling on the upper right, a rounded square of luminous purple light with bits of black in it. Then I call out, "My Angels," my voice echoing more than the first time. I see another (bar?) of light that is faint and positioned below a whitish or light blue color light. I don't recall this faint light staying visible very long.

FINAL COMMENT

To clarify, I remember there being three lights, one of which was smaller and appeared briefly. They were misty, swirl-like clouds of light set against a dark backdrop that blotted out the entire ceiling. There was a sense of depth with the lights as if deep space had descended. I identified these lights as my Angels right from the start. Strangely, what I remember clearest is the loud, echoing quality of my voice. I can still hear it. I can still hear the raspy, sound of my breathing. There is no doubt in my mind that I was not breathing very well. I sounded like I was dying, honestly.

As always with these episodes I don't feel they are dreams but dealings with another state of reality.

When I awoke, I could still feel the static vibrations around my upper body, especially on my left (where my large bedroom window is). I did not get up but eventually fell asleep again. I did not feel particularly frightened but curious as to what had happened.

OTHER ANGEL ACCOUNTS

BLOODY ANGEL

IN AN ANGEL'S ARMS

FOOTSTEPS HEARD; ANGEL VISITS FAMILY

GUEST ACCOUNT: MEETING AN ANGEL

LAST UPDATED: September 25, 2010

BUZZING SOUND NEAR EAR

2010-09-18T08:59:00.002-04:00

EVENT TOPIC: SOUNDS HEARD, SENSATION FELT

Thursday, December 24, 2009
PM

EVENT LOCATION & SETTING
Bathroom of current apartment.

COMMENT: No earplugs in.

EVENT ACCOUNT

Felt a loud, weird buzzing over my right ear under my knit hat I had on. It was like a muted bee buzz. It was so realistic and close to my ear that I snatched off my hats and shook them vigorously to release any insect that was underneath or in-between the layers of the hats.

FINAL COMMENT

The "buzz" was spiritual in nature, apparently since no bug was found. Besides, there are no bees where I live during the wintertime.

ACTIVITY AT TIME OF EVENT: I was cleaning a wound.

ANCIENT MILITARY PROCESSION

2010-09-18T08:47:00.004-04:00

DREAM

CONTENT: MILITARY; POSSIBLE PAST LIFE

SUMMARY

Saw a military-styled procession marching outside my window.

DREAM LOCATION & SETTING

Interior: Lit by natural sunlight. Exterior: Warm, sunny day.

ACCOUNT

Tuesday, October 31, 2006
4:09 AM appx.

PARTICIPATING. In this dream fragment, I walk past an open, unobstructed window to my left. Outside of it is a military-styled procession marching toward my window (left to right). I glance at them, raise an eyebrow in surprise because the group[1] closest to the window wasn't dressed in modern clothing. The procession continues on past the window.

LAST WORDS

This group was center right, marched left to right, appeared to be Grecian (Greek) or of Ancient Roman or earlier ethnicity, and were dressed identically in gleaming gold helmets and beige to-the-knee pants or skorts[2]. They did not smile.

NOTES

[1]There were about 50 of them, and there were other groups of which I do not remember.

[2] A combo shorts and skirt style popular in the 70s or 80s (edited: 1/22/10).

LAST UPDATED: February 12, 2012

HOMOSEXUAL NAZI IN ROME

2010-08-18T13:59:00.008-04:00

DREAM

CONTENT: COUNTRY, ROLES I PLAY: FRIEND

SUMMARY

Homosexual prostitutes; I try to help homosexual man.

LOCATION: Rome?

COMMENT

Observing then Participating. Not physically in brightly lit room.

ACCOUNT

Sunday, September 20, 1992
10:15 AM
RF -- 8+

SEGMENT 1

OBSERVING. Dreamed of a young, white male prostitute about 19 – 24 years old sitting in a room with a younger white boy on either side of him. The boys (brothers) are about 15 years or so and are kneeling with their heads near the prostitute's neck. The father[1] of the boys is standing to the young man's left (right of dream screen) and bends over near the three males, telling the prostitute that he wants his wife (the mother?) to join the two boys for a sexual threesome (the boys with each other then with the mother). The father then says to the prostitute, " I have a ten year old daughter, but if you touch her I'll break your neck." The prostitute is disgusted by the addition of the father's wife and says "No," and walks out the door. The dreaming me can sense the pain and confusion that the male prostitute was suffering.

SEGMENT 2

PARTICIPATING. I'm now in a physical (flesh) body and am outside. It is a bright, sunny day, but cold. I see a row of three males, and I know that the person I am looking for is wearing brownish black boots that fit high on the ankle. The male[2] furthermost away from me walks away from the group, and I approach him (his left) and stay with him while he walks down a city street of a shopping area. I try to get through to him, to help him understand that I understand his pain. I tell him, "Being homosexual is a part of you, and it's okay." He clasps his hands to his heart and chest area, and at first he keeps trying to pull away from me, but I keep holding onto his left upper arm. Eventually I get through to him, and he holds my right hand, interlocking it with his. This feels comfortable, and he keeps my hand(s) warm.

After we become close, I look in the distance and see two towers—one is North (middle of dream screen) and the other is East (right). Both are cream colored with red (pointy) peaks with red and ecru rectangular panels centered midway the towers (2 on the east tower and 3 on the north tower). They are several miles apart and are almost identical, except the east tower has a beer sign under the panels on the lower half (made of glass). Both towers have dark (sun protection) glass and stand back away from the shopping centers. I point to them, showing them to my friend whom I call "Bear," then he sees a store to our left. Since I am closer to the store, he crosses in front of me and stands in the store walk-up in front of the right window where a white man is holding a light blue wrap around robe (with dark navy trim around the waist). I say to Bear that the robe reminds me of the Romans. The store owner sort of sneers at that remark, and Bear says something like "You think so?" For some reason I woke myself up.

NOTES

[1]
he is 5' 10" to 5' 11"

[2]

first in row on the left (top); He had a slender build and wore no hat; his blond hair was cut in a crew cut style. He looked like a Nazi—one of those skinheads. He wore a black pea coat or army jacket (a very thick and soft fabric).

LAST WORDS

I cared about this young man and we were about the same age. We may have known each other prior to that dream meeting or maybe I was only a stranger. But when we were walking, I'm not certain if I actually called him Bear or if it was a voice-over, like a thought heard audibly. This was a very pleasant dream.

OTHER NAZI-RELATED ACCOUNTS

AMERICAN-NAZI DOUBLE AGENT

2 COMMENTS from Original Site:

Anais Anais said...
3:11 PM, October 12, 2009

I think you helped the man feel good. In matters of time, in dream and dimensions it is not sequential like on the physical state, so I think your current personality visited the past and helped him. It could probably be that you were helping a past life expression of yourself.

Penny Manning said...
5:25 PM, October 12, 2009

Hey, Woman! What's going on?

Thought-provoking comments...My ultra fav part is this:

It could probably be that you were helping a past life expression of yourself.

Now, that really resonates with me a lot. I hadn't thought of that possibility! I've actually had about seven dreams that take place in Germany and most hint towards the Nazi regime. I'm usually male, white, American and a spy--sometimes a double agent. I really hope these aren't Future Life dreams. Gag!

Hmmmm.... Please come again and share more of your insight!

Penny

SOMEONE LAYING ON ME; STRANGE MAN IN MY BED

2010-07-23T18:24:00.001-04:00

EVENT or DREAM TOPICS
SPIRIT, SOMEONE LYING ON ME, BEING TOUCHED, STRANGE VISITORS

Over the years I have had waking and sleep events where I feel something touch parts of my body, usually my arm or leg. There are times when I have felt something literally on top of me, depending on my position in bed (or on the couch). These events often happen days or even hours apart.

RF# refers to Realness Factor which denotes how realistic a dream or dream event felt at the time it was experienced--10 highest number.

Monday, August 29, 2005
1:01 PM

SUMMARY

Something lying on me; man in bed with me.

EVENT or DREAM ACCOUNT

I feel a sensation of something lying on top of me. It feels very real. I'm definitely lying on my stomach on the floor in this "dream". I lift my head and shoulders, turn my head to the left, look over my left shoulder and ask, "Who are you? What do you want?" I see a pale blue cover or what seems like a cover[1]. I can't move much more than turning my head, but as always, in such "events" as this, I struggle against the paralysis. I keep turning leftward, I think, until I am now on my left side.

Seamlessly, I am now in what appears to be a well lit bedroom, and I am on a bed, lying on my left side with my back at a diagonal angle (to the dream screen). I have a blue sheet over me. Something is lying next to me under it to my right. I pull the cover off of the hump, revealing the head and shoulders of a man[2]. I ask him, "What's your name?" or Who are you?" He doesn't answer. At some point he says something and raises his upper body, sitting up beside me. The conversation between us is forgotten, and after a time, I don't know if someone knocked on the door or what, but he got out of the bed and ran to the window. Out the window he went. I got up and looked out after him. That's all I remember. I'm not sure but I think he was nude.

NOTES

[1]

in reality, I have no cover on, if I did, it was my brown leather coat, since the coat is pretty warm.

[2]

golden brown complexion, hair cut close to the scalp but not clean-shaven, pug like nose and naked to his waist at least.

OTHER LAYING ON ME ACCOUNTS

Something Lies On Top Of Me

Struggle With Alternate Self

Something's On My Back

PHANTOM FIRE ALARM

2010-07-23T17:43:00.001-04:00

EVENT TOPICS
PHANTOM SOUNDS, SOUNDS HEARD, CLAIRAUDIENCE

In my apartment I've been hearing strange sounds that seem to originate from the air around me. Like the account below, they occasionally awake me despite the fact that I'm wearing earplugs.

NOTE: Earplugs are decibel levels (sound blocking capacity) 32 & 33 decibels which is sufficient enough to drown out most sound.

December 24, 2007
6:18 PM

SUMMARY: Fire alarm sound awakens me.

COMMENT: Wearing 33 db foam earplugs.

EVENT ACCOUNT

Awoke from a sound slumber by a loud single long ring that sounds like the fire alarm going off. Remarkably clear considering I had earplugs in. Fire alarm had not actually gone off.

OTHER PHANTOM SOUNDS ACCOUNTS

Two Phantom Doorbell Events

Phantom Telephone Ring

PHANTOM TELEPHONE RING

2010-07-23T17:11:00.002-04:00

NOTE: Earplug decibel level was 33, which is sufficient enough to drown out most sound.

Thursday, February 28, 2008
5:44 AM

SUMMARY: Sound of telephone awakens me.

COMMENT: Lying on the sofa on my back. No earplugs in.

EVENT ACCOUNT

Awakened by a single ring of what sounded like my telephone. The sound was heard in the air above my phone and some three feet forward to my left. I woke up. The ring was very clear and was not my phone because its ringer was turned down and, therefore, could not be heard. I looked at the clock and it read 5:44.

FINAL COMMENT

I took my earplugs out at 1:44 to watch television, then I returned to bed at 3:03. Maybe a message from someone. Only who?

OTHER PHANTOM SOUNDS ACCOUNTS

Two Phantom Doorbell Events

Phantom Fire Alarm

I HEAR RINGING SOUND

2010-07-23T16:54:00.001-04:00

EVENT TOPICS
PHANTOM SOUNDS, SOUNDS HEARD; CLAIRAUDIENCE

Over the years, in my apartment I have heard strange sounds in the air around me, strange taps that sometimes seem to materialize in the middle of nowhere. Accompanying activity included hearing my name called, brief words, paralysis and the feeling of being touched. A lot of times these events occurred after prayer to God, my angels and certain Archangels.

NOTE: Where earplugs are referred to, the decibel levels (sound blocking capacity) are from 29 to 33 (strictly 32 & 33 decibels after 2006) which is sufficient enough to drown out most sound.

Thursday, October 30, 2003
1:18 AM

SUMMARY: A loud ring heard.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Woke up from a dream of being undercover and having my identity tested by a suspicious person.

EVENT ACCOUNT

A minute after awakening I heard in my left ear a single, loud, extended ring similar to a phone beginning to ring.

AWAKENED BY A SINGLE TONE

2010-07-23T16:38:00.004-04:00

EVENT TOPICS: PHANTOM SOUNDS; SOUNDS HEARD

In my apartment I sometimes hear phantom sounds that awake me from a deep sleep even though I am wearing earplugs.

NOTE:

Where earplugs are referred to, the decibel levels are from 29 to 33 (strictly 32 & 33 decibels after 2006) which is sufficient enough to drown out most sound.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008
7:45 AM

SUMMARY: I’m awakened by a single tone.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

At bedtime, I asked my Angels to wake me up in the morning, because I wanted to be up by 8:00 so I could catch the 9:14 bus to work. Awoke several times, had difficulty staying asleep. At around 1:30 a.m. I thought of how it seemed useless to even pray, that God and the Angels just don’t seem to answer us—to respond in a timely manner.

COMMENT

I’m 95% certain that I had earplugs in so I could sleep without being disturbed.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I was asleep and am awakened by a very clear tone on the left side of me [1]. I look at the clock and it reads 7:45 a.m.

NOTE 1

sound very close to the alarm clock on the table.

FINAL COMMENT

Is it safe to say my Angels made it clear to me that they are fully aware of—and respond to—my requests?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH & I'M TOUCHED

2010-07-23T16:07:00.003-04:00

DREAM or EVENT TOPICS
SPIRITS; SOUNDS & VOICES HEARD; CLAIRAUDIENCE

Monday, December 19, 2005
1:30 AM

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

I had lain down to sleep just some ten minutes ago prior to having this "dream".

ACCOUNT

I'm lying on my left side on the couch, facing the cushioned front. I seem to have slipped into a dream, but I'm in the same position. I hear the distinct sound of footsteps quickly approaching me from the foyer of my apt. 12 feet away. A woman (or someone) says something to me as she approaches (don't remember what was said). There is a feeling of a presence[1]—a popping sensation and a feeling of being touched somewhere. I wake up and look at the clock some five minutes later. It's 1:30 a.m.

NOTE 1

A feeling that usually accompanies such bizarre real-like, in-between state occurrences.

OTHER FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING ACCOUNTS:

Footsteps Walk Toward Me

FOOTSTEPS WALK TOWARD ME

2010-07-23T15:37:00.001-04:00

EVENT TOPICS: SPIRITS; SOUNDS HEARD

Imagine being in bed and while in the midst of falling asleep, footsteps originate from several feet away and walk towards you. Now, what if it were the sound of two sets of footsteps? I assure you, not a pleasant sound, nor are the thoughts such a sound evokes when one lives alone...or thinks one does. And it doesn't make it any less frightening when you clearly realize those footsteps started in the foyer near your apartment door! I thought those who have had similar experiences to mine might like to read this brief experience I had, and it is by no means the only time this has happened, though, it might be the first time in my current apt.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008
6:50 AM

SUMMARY

Someone seems to be in livingroom with me.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

This morning I saw an interview with Former President Clinton. Awoke from a dream where I sat on a beach then later was with Clinton.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I awake from a dream about being on the beach and soon find myself in a sort of wake state. I faintly hear the sound of footsteps walking towards me then passing by me [1]. My eyes are closed and I follow the sound, lifting my head and moving it in the direction of the footsteps—of one or two people. Then I lower my head and hear behind it (on my pillow) a scratching, crinkling sound similar to a bag or some metal being scraped. I feel the presence of something in the room.

I open my eyes, realizing something is going on. I want to go to sleep because I am tired (having been previously awake for 24+ hours). I feel exhaustion in my stomach—it wasn't there before I laid down. I feel the familiar—but faint—throbbing of a potential OOBE (Astral Projection), and I shift my legs to dissipate the pulsing. I try to visualize the white light (with some difficulty) then a thought occurs to me to ask my Guardian Angels to help. I silently pray to my Angels and ask them to give me their protection so I can go to sleep. Then yet another thought occurs to me to also ask my Spirit Guides to intervene, so I ask them if they could ask whoever is there to let me sleep. Very soon after, the tiredness begins to dissipate and the feeling of a presence eases away. I smile, feeling as though my Angels and Guides are near me—in front of me. I feel comfortable and apparently I fell asleep, awaking again at 6:50.

NOTE 1

some two feet from the sofa where I'm lying (on my left side, facing the windows).

Other Footsteps Approaching Accounts

Footsteps Approach and I'm Touched

TOUCHED WHILE ASLEEP

2010-07-23T12:38:00.001-04:00

DREAM & [EVENT] TOPICS:
BEING TOUCHED; [SOUNDS HEARD]

RF# refers to Realness Factor which denotes how realistic a dream or dream event felt at the time it was experienced--10 highest number.

MY ARM IS TOUCHED

Saturday, October 18, 1997
6:56 PM
RF: 8.75+

PRELIMINARY EVENT

Sun was shining when I laid down one hour prior to dream.

SUMMARY

I feel a light touch on my arm; [heard two taps on bed corner near alarm clock—this account may be unavailable]

DREAM ACCOUNT

I dreamed of being touched on the arm by something I couldn't see. This "something" was at the center head of my bed and reached out and touched me lightly on my right wrist area. It startled me, and I said out loud, "uhh," and awoke. Seemed real. Room was dark.

FINAL COMMENT

I had wanted to get up at (7 PM?) to watch Star Trek series, Deep Space Nine (DS9), so perhaps a spirit woke me up.

BEING TOUCHED

Saturday, June 9, 2001
TIME UNKNOWN

EVENT ACCOUNT
I felt a touch and awoke with a jolt.

MY WAIST IS TOUCHED

Sunday, June 10, 2001
11:30 AM

EVENT ACCOUNT

Felt something touch my waist area. I awoke calmly.

MY LEG IS TOUCHED

Tuesday, July 26, 2005
7: 54 PM

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Hadn't slept in 24 hours. Went to sleep at 5:15 PM and dreamed about my oldest brother. Also dreamed about knowing someone died but the person or people I was with did not know.

COMMENT: Lying on stomach.

SUMMARY: Felt something touch leg.

EVENT ACCOUNT

Awoke briefly and felt as if something had touched my mid to lower leg. I looked to my right but saw nothing. Then I looked behind me to my left, feeling—wondering for a moment if someone had gotten into the apartment.

Other Being Touched Accounts:

Being Poked While Asleep

Something's On My Back

UNSEEN FORCE PINS MY ARMS DOWN

2010-07-23T11:37:00.000-04:00

RF# refers to Realness Factor which denotes how realistic a dream or dream event felt at the time it was experienced--10 highest number.

Saturday, October 25, 1997a
2:42 AM

SUMMARY

Unseen force tries to pin arms down on bed.

DREAM or EVENT ACCOUNT

Dreamed? of an unseen force trying to weigh down my arms so that I could not move. I felt someone or something very lightly but definitely depress the middle (left and right?) of the bed. This irks me and frightens me a slight bit. Then an unseen force tries to weight down my arms so I could not move, but I lift my arms with great resistance, and manage to resist them being pinned. I awake and look around the room (mostly to the left). This isn't what I'd normally do after having such a scary dream. I look at the clock on my bed and it read 2:42.

SOMETHING LIES ON TOP OF ME

2010-07-23T10:54:00.001-04:00

DREAM & EVENT TOPIC: SPIRIT

August 13, 2005
TIME UNKNOWN
RF# 9.75

RF# refers to Realness Factor which denotes how realistic a dream or dream event felt at the time it was experienced--10 highest number.

PRELIMINARY EVENT

Lying on my stomach. No lights on. Earplugs in.

DREAM & EVENT ACCOUNT

I'm asleep but keep awakening on and off, then drifting back to sleep. I close my eyes and open them then close them again, trying to stay asleep. I "dream" that something flops lightly on top of me with an "umph" kind of sound. I try to move and as usual it is difficult but not impossible. I see myself as having a white cocoon on top of me or encasing me. I turn to the left with some difficulty. I try to talk, but my voice sounds garbled as if I'm under water. I say, "I love you. God is my protector." And the sensation releases—or rather I awake. I feel a throbbing pulse that I'm familiar with, and decide to get up.

SOMETHING'S ON MY BACK

2010-07-23T10:24:00.003-04:00

DREAM TOPIC: SPIRIT

Monday, April 14, 1997
4 AM

RF# refers to Realness Factor which denotes how realistic a dream or dream event felt at the time it was experienced--10 highest number.

SUMMARY

I feel pressure and envision a person on my back.

DREAM ACCOUNT

I dreamed briefly that someone, (a woman perhaps) was on my back and rolling or pressing its hand along the small of my back as I lay in bed.

I awoke still feeling, slightly, the pressure on my back. I wondered if in reality something had actually been on my back.

Other Being Touched Accounts

Something Lies On Top Of Me

Struggle With Alternate Self

Unseen Force Pins Down Arms

1 COMMENT FROM ORIGINAL SITE

Anais Anais said...

what is in the back? I have had many instances where a man jumps me in my back. I have been touched and probed inside my back.. There most be some nerve or center in which astral entities are interested in.
6:40 PM, July 16, 2009

STRANGE NOISES OVER MY HEAD

2010-07-23T10:00:00.000-04:00

EVENT TOPICS: SOUNDS HEARD; CLAIRAUDIENCE

Over the years, in my apartment I have heard strange sounds in the air around me, strange taps that sometimes seem to materialize in the middle of nowhere. A lot of times these events occurred within minutes or a couple hours after prayer to God, my angels and certain Archangels.

NOTE: The decibel levels (sound blocking capacity) of the earplugs were 33 decibels) which is sufficient enough to drown out most sound.

Sunday, January 8, 2008-b
1:41 PM

SUMMARY: I hear noises overhead.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Was reading a book about Angels—that some people have heard them singing or felt their touch and received their protection. I had a slight headache and began to feel a little drowsy. I laid down at about 1:38 p.m. for a quick nap.

COMMENT: Earplugs in.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I kind of drifted off to sleep but began to hear faint clicks and other undecipherable sounds over my head (left and right). I look at the clock and it reads 1:41 p.m.

SOMEONE AT FOOT OF BED

2010-05-20T21:29:00.010-04:00

DREAM TOPIC: SPIRIT

Saturday, November 10, 2001
3:00 AM
RF# 6

SUMMARY: I dream someone touches my bed.

LOCATION OVERVIEW: Bedroom of then current apartment.

DREAM ACCOUNT

I'm on my bed and someone bumps the foot of my bed. I sit up and see someone—a man perhaps—standing at the foot of my bed a little to my right.

I awake with a tingly feeling (that often precedes a paralysis episode).

FINAL COMMENTS

The whole week I've been putting up with these sensations of tingling and, at times, the onset of paralysis. Haven't gotten much sleep since last weekend. I've dreamed of strange noises made by an unknown source and now this person at the foot of my bed trying to get my attention. There have also been many dreams of death. What the heck is going on now?

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Last Updated: May 20, 2010

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BEING POKED WHILE ASLEEP

2010-05-20T20:25:00.007-04:00

EVENT TOPIC: BEING TOUCHED

RF# refers to Realness Factor which denotes how realistic a dream or dream event felt at the time it was experienced--10 highest number.

Friday, August 26, 2005a
TIME UNKNOWN

COMMENT: Within an hour or two of going to bed.

SUMMARY: Someone keeps poking at me.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I kept having strange "dreams" where I felt something poke and press at me. There were other sensations that I'm now at a loss to describe, but the poking and pressing continued over and over. Even after waking up and shifting position, the feeling of a presence continues. This was happening mostly on my right side. I remember awakening and thinking that I wished they would stop bothering me.

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OTHER BEING TOUCHED ACCOUNTS

Dreamed Something's On My Back

Something Lies On Top Of Me

Spirit Touches Breasts

Last Updated: JULY 23, 2010

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FOOTSTEPS HEARD; ANGEL VISITS FAMILY

2010-05-18T19:37:00.011-04:00

NON-DREAM EVENT, DREAM:
Non-Dream, Spirits & Ghosts, Angels, Singing

Friday, April 7, 2006
5:00 AM appx. & 5:18 AM

EVENT SUMMARY: I hear someone walking near my couch.

DREAM SUMMARY: A family receives an Angelic visitor.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

At bedtime I prayed to God, my Angels and Guides and Jesus in that order. I told Jesus about my deep interest and belief in the hierarchy of Angels. Also mentioned that I've never seen one in its natural form. I then went to bed at 2:04 AM. I tossed and turned, got up and read something then watched North and South until 4:30 AM (had to get up at 6:33 AM).

COMMENT

Just went to bed at 4:30 AM. I think I'm participating in this dream.

EVENT ACCOUNT

5:00 AM appx.
I'm in that mysterious "in between state" I experience from time to time. I hear the sound of someone walking near my couch. They went from the foot of it to mid livingroom. I silently comment to myself that it could be my Angel or other spirit. I try not to be afraid. I keep having this strong feeling that someone is in the room. I manage to sleep soundly for the most part then have the dream in Sibling B below.

DREAM ACCOUNT

5:18 AM
Dreamed that I'm in a well lit house that is occupied by a Caucasian family with young pre-teen children. There's a feeling that a ghost is in the house. I sense it is upstairs. I think to myself (or out loud) "There's a ghost in here. It's haunted." The kids are joyful and are playing. They head downstairs. There is a loud commotion, and one of them says excitedly, "There's something in the room downstairs!"

I race down the stairs and enter a room. Its dimmer lit but with enough natural light for me to see what has the kids all excited. Five or more people are pointing to the center of the livingroom[1]. Hovering in the air is a swirl of white smoke--a misty cloud lit by light. I'm suspicious of its nature and feel protective of the family. I approach the cloud that is swirling ever so much. I walk around it, unafraid and note its strange characteristics. I agree (with the others) that it's strange the cloud is just hovering in the air from the ceiling. There is no fire to have caused it.

Remaining at about the same height, the misty cloud glides away leftward as if leaving. As it moves, it takes a form, still looking like a cloud, but now I see the tip of an angel's wing appear very distinctly. Then more of the angel's body is seen. As the angel in the swirling mist moves, I see its wings are attached to the center of its back--a brief image but noticeable. I'm enthralled and say, "It's an angel! It's an angel! I can see wings!" It hovers horizontally. It's face is difficult to see, but the head is much clearer. It's hair is blond with a short, boyish cut. The angel reminds me of Peter Pan and looks feminine and masculine. It is young and has a look of playfulness. It appears to be wearing a gown. Then it is gone.

It's appearance from start to finish took no more than five minutes. Right after it disappears, my daughter[2] (standing to my right--the others behind us) says it sang a song and had eleven fingers.

I then visualize the angel (like seeing a memory?): I see the angel face me at my height (which is lower than in the original sighting), it's six-fingered left hand is held in front of its stomach area, a ring on the middle finger. As I finish this "recollection" my daughter sings the song[3] to me. I've forgotten the stanzas (about 5 lines).

ANGEL DESCRIPTION
First appears as a misty, white, swirling cloud lit by gold light. Wings appear then the form further transforms into a Peter Pan looking angel,--a cross between being masculine and feminine--about 4 1/2 to 5 feet in length, slender, a total of eleven fingers--six on its left hand with a ring on a middle finger. It's hair is short, sort of blond with a boyish haircut. It looks young and playful (teens or early 20's). It maintains a horizontal position, every nuance of its shape created by the play of light and shadow[4]. It appears to be wearing a flowing gown of gold color--it's face, hair, wings, clothes and the surrounding light was of variances of gold. It is like the gold light formed and encased the angel. A whitish cloudy mist swirled about its perimeter, as well.

NOTES

[1]

sparsely furnished, with pale colored walls like gold or cream

[2]

Throughout the dream my daughter either stood to my left or in front of me, but at this point she was to my right. She was named after the angels because I wanted her to have angelic qualities (i.e. good), haha.

[3]

The dream song is about an Angel at the side of a river. The rhythm is that of "Figelo?". The dream song incorporates the use of string instruments--classical music.

[4]
Sunday, May 9, 2009

It amazes me how I can record a dream and forget parts of the description. It further mystifies me that years later, I can rewrite the event, remember the forgotten bits but still neglect to record them.

FINAL COMMENTS:

I think the event (A) and dream (b) are connected. I feel good for a person who only had an hour worth of sleep.

EVENT INTERPRETATION:

It's anyone's guess. A spirit? Angel? Ghost? Could be anyone or thing. Not the first time I've heard someone walking in the vicinity of my sleeping form. As the years went by, this wasn't the last time it happened, either. Always in the livingroom (it's the only place I've slept in 6 years of this apt.) no matter where the couch is placed. By the way...it's not the couch...For a year, I slept on the floor and still had spirit visitors.

DREAM INTERPRETATION:

I think my Guardian Angel was saying hello and thank you.

FINAL COMMENTS:

I see this dream as a gift. I have three other dreams involving the theme of Angels. However, this is the only dream of an angel.

9 COMMENTS FROM ORIGINAL SITE

mindmatter said...

Dreams are a fascinating subject, and worthy of further deliberations. So many questions: why do we dream? Do they have meaning? Are they an example of a two-dimensional entity existing in the third dimension? How is it that sometimes, two or more people have the same dream, and does this mean dreams aren't unique? Does a lack of sleep lead to lucid dreams? Dreams are a great doorway into the realm of metaphysics. I have a recurring dream; is this significant? You stimulate my mind - a good thing.

John
9:49 PM, July 11, 2009

Penny Manning said...

I can't wait to see how you decide to explore the topic. Your site is thought-provoking. I like that. I encourage folks to stop in at your site and express their opinions. Mindmatter's blog can be found at:

http://anewbeginning-mindmatter.blogspot.com/

Thank you for following!
10:53 PM, July 11, 2009

)O(leftsock16)O( said...

This is so interesting that you post your dreams! I keep a journal, but posting them online would allow other people's interpretation, wow that word sounds funny. But I think this is a great idea! I hope you don't mind if I start doing this?
5:06 PM, July 14, 2009

Penny Manning said...

Left Sock, I'd consider it a further compliment if you did start your own dream blog! How exciting! Let me know when you do, and I'll be happy to follow your blog and post your link here.

Thank you for following and Happy Blogging!
5:45 PM, July 14, 2009

Anais Anais said...

I have been recording them since 1994 but made my site private because no one was interested in reading them. I plan to write a booklet, though. Many people experience odd dreams.

Mine are usually related to UFOs, dead people, flying and going across walls... so I believe they are more than dreams.

If we could make a "club" of people journaling their interesting dreams that would be great.
8:43 PM, July 14, 2009

Penny Manning said...

Anais, I agree with you. I suspect that a lot of the dreams I've had may be more than mere random fantasies. I've had a few dreams that came true. I had a dream about a rooming house fire that came true three days later. I think it's posted on this blog.

Anais, did you check out my UFO dreams blog, yet? I'll be updating it within the next two weeks...I'm sorting through hundreds of dream accounts for some of the more interesting ones. When I can afford a scanner, I'll upload my sketches of the UFOs I dreamed about.

I really appreciate your taking the time to comment. I'd really like to read some of your dreams! The topics you mentioned sound exciting. I'm ALWAYS interested in hearing about other people's experiences. Let's share. Email me.

Bye! Penny AKA Sweet Little Angel
9:33 AM, July 15, 2009

Anais Anais said...

How to e-mail? I can give you special access to private site or make it public again. I don't dream that much lately, but certainly, the older ones are revealing. Specially those occurring a few months previous to my dad's passing to several close relatives. There was premonition in those dreams.
12:28 PM, July 15, 2009

Penny Manning said...

Hi, Anais!

You should be able to email me by clicking on the white envelope with the black arrow on it...Or perhaps via my Blogger/Google profile (Sweet Little Angel).

If you are comfortable with allowing my access to your site, I would be honored. Whether you allow me access or make your blog public depends on what you are comfortable with. You can just email me and we can share experiences that way until you get to know a bit more about me. (I realize my profiles across the internet tend to be a bit bald and avoidant. Hahaha. Let me know. If the email doesn't work, let me know and I'll post a generic email address where you can contact me. Then I'll give you my standard email. Okay?

Just to share...

When my father died I don't remember dreaming about him, but I have dreamed about him about five times since his death...Yesterday, while sorting through my old dreams, I was surprised at how many dreams I had of him since his death. In some he looked younger.

The last time I dreamed of him I was sitting outdoors in a king-sized bed. My father comes strolling up the sidewalk and greets me. Then the dream shifts and we're sitting in bed side by side (when I was little and my siblings would all be at his house...I had to sleep in his bed (I know how perverted that sounds...haha...but I assure it was not incestuous). In the dream he asked "Why do you keep making that noise?" Then I woke up. I thought about that question for a while. A few days later it dawned on me that he was referring to. I snork (for lack of a better word) a lot to clear my nasal passage due to issues with my sinuses.

That brief dream gave me the impression that in spirit, he's visiting me. We weren't close and he wouldn't have known about me doing that otherwise....Penny
4:01 PM, July 15, 2009

Anais Anais said...

1-The white envelope is to send the entry to anyone of whom you know the e-mail.

2- Your profile does nor have a link to send you e-mails, it is well protected.

__I also have several dreams/OBEs in which I speak with my father (after his death). Interesting, but I was afraid to look at him, and he always appeared; always hiding behind something.

Hope we can contact somehow. If I don't have your e-mail I cannot grant you access to the journal.
6:28 PM, July 15, 2009

GUEST ACCOUNT: MEETING AN ANGEL

2010-05-18T17:37:00.011-04:00

I joined UFO Casebook Forum and soon found a thread called Dreams And Their Meaning. I came across a splendid angel dream account on page 15 of the sub-thread: EXTRATERRESTRIAL DREAMS: Got one to tell? I absolutely adore this dream. I hope you will, as well.

November 2006
by LadyFreedom

I was driving my black SUV With me were my mother and sis-in-law. We stopped at an area that reminded me of either a historical village or Amish village. The buildings were old, rustic type cabins, most with no electricity. The whole community was having a garage sale, or perhaps flea market.

I got out of the SUV and began walking around outside, next to my sis-in-law. I joked with her, "Oh no! We'll never get mom out of here now!" as she loves garage sales and flea markets. I happened to look up into the sky and saw a being, almost human, except that it had what appeared to be large bat type wings. I immediately looked away in hopes not to draw its attention to me. I quickly walked inside the cabin where my sis-in-law had entered.

After a few minutes, I peeked out the door, but it was nowhere to be seen, so I breathed a sigh of relief that it was gone.

Looking about the cabin; it was rustic log and small. There were few windows, so the oil lamps were lit even though it was still daylight outside. There were tables set with stuff that was for sale around about the room.

Off to one side there was a large tree trunk that was support of the ceiling and roof. Leaning against it was a being/man with white feathered wings folded neatly behind his back. His legs were crossed at the ankles, and he had his arms crossed against his chest. He was just quietly standing there watching and waiting for me to notice him. When I did, I was physically drawn to him. I don't remember physically moving my feet, to move towards him, but somehow I moved into his arms.

I leaned against his chest, with his arms around me. I seemed almost mesmerized by him. I reached up and felt the white feathers of his wings, and he smiled at me with amusement. I felt love from his countenance and totally comfortable in his embrace.

We walked to the small window and I gazed out the window absently while he spoke to me. We didn't speak with our mouths but with our minds to each other, telepathically. He spoke of making me with child, and particularly expressed the want of a female child. I simply told him that I couldn't have anymore children, that I had my tubes tied several years ago. He told me that it didn't matter, he could still make me with child, if I so choose.

Suddenly I became uncomfortable, realizing what he spoke of would be adultery, as I am married. He seemed unconcerned with human morals, as if they didn't even apply to him or this situation. But the thought definitely bothered me. I moved out from his embrace and moved nearer my sis-in-law. It was then that I realized no one else could see him.

My mom, sis and I left and drove another 1/2 mile down the road to the next building within the community of sale houses. He took flight following behind us.

As I walked along the sidewalk of the next building we went into, he was leaned up underneath a tree. I walked over to him and again, with such intense love, I fell into his embrace, but then pulled away from him again.

Then after that he enticed me again, but I continued to resist. My human morals of adultery wouldn't allow me to be comfortable with him, even though his very being emanated total love, comfort and patience.

Finally the last place we stopped it was nightfall and we stopped at a sport stadium. We met up with our hubbies, boyfriends at that point.

They all went to sit down, but I realized I had left my wallet at the first cabin. So I walked back to the first cabin alone.

When I entered the cabin, he thought I changed my mind and came back for him. He quickly stepped forward and wrapped me in his arms, then gently lay me down on a rug before I even had time to resist, or even think of what had just happened. He lay over me holding himself up with his arms, and his crossed wings spread out over us, touching the floor on either side. I was greatly worried about someone walking in, and tried to resist him. But soon discovered I couldn't even move a muscle. Except for turning my head.

When someone did walk in on us, I had a perplexed look on my face, as I realized they couldn't see us. The winged man just looked down at me with a smile of amusement.

To read more of what LadyFreedom had to say about her dream, please visit UFO Casebook forum thread:

Dreams and Meaning:

UFO & EXTRATERRESTRIAL DREAMS: GOT ONE TO TELL?

I'd love to hear your feedback
regarding LadyFreedom's angel dream!

Use of material prohibited without written consent of author.

Account posted with permission.

IN AN ANGEL'S ARMS

2010-04-11T10:57:00.008-04:00

EVENT TOPICS: VISION, ANGEL

Monday, October 13, 2008
12:04 AM
RF 7.75

THEME: Angel carries me.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

What may have led to this vision is that I was reading in the book Dream Workbook an account of someone who had a past life dream of being thumped on the arm. I hadn't read much more than that of the account before a vision began. It was like a faint replay of a memory.

COMMENT: Observing and Participating.

LOCATION OVERVIEW: Waking state

I'm sitting on the couch in the livingroom of my apartment. The couch is facing the windows.

LOCATION OVERVIEW: Vision

I'm lying on the couch on my stomach, facing the windows. My right arm is hanging free.

EVENT ACCOUNT

In the vision I'm asleep on the couch and feel someone yanking on my right arm. Then again. I awake for a minute, smacking my lips like a child, refusing to remain awake. I'm dragged from the couch and, of course, I awaken once more.

There's a part of me who is watching the scene,--but it is not the ME who is seeing the vision--and I'm pondering whether there is a fire and someone has entered the apartment to warn me. I say to whoever has pulled me from the couch (whom I cannot see), "You could have picked me up."

So now, I'm being carried in the arms of someone who has legs and wings of a white gray color. I see he/she is tall and at first I can only see up to the top of the wings and neck of the person. I think of wanting to see their face, then I'm able to look further up and briefly see the face of what appears to be a human male smiling down at me. I assume it is Archangel Michael.

Now, I see myself being carried as I am flown in the air (overcast sky) toward the right, I believe.

ANGEL DESCRIPTION

Smiling humanoid male form with gray wings and legs.

OTHER ANGEL-RELATED ACCOUNTS

BLOODY ANGEL

FOOTSTEPS HEARD; ANGEL VISITS FAMILY

GUEST ACCOUNT: MEETING AN ANGEL

Last Updated: April 27, 2010

BLOODY ANGEL

2010-04-11T04:58:00.006-04:00

EVENT TOPIC:..VISION, ANGEL

Saturday, July 28, 2007
7:53 PM
RF# 10

THEME:..Angel fornicating.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS:..Listening to a song.

COMMENT

I was listening to a sort of love song where the topic was about having sex in the dark--a popular rap song at one time. While listening to the song a scene began to play out in my head--what I called a self-vision or an induced visualization. What this means is that I began to envision a scenario in my head but the scene soon went in its own direction as if I was not the initiator but merely the recipient. This is how I recorded the event:

LOCATION OVERVIEW

Sitting on couch in livingroom of current apartment.

EVENT ACCOUNT

Observing. I'm in a dark movie theater and my mother who has passed over[1] is hovering in the air, watching me make out with my boyfriend[2]. Supposedly, I'm an undercover Angel. Because the veil of spirit is lifted upon death, she can see the my true soul/self--that I'm an Angel with wings. She sees me from behind (sort of sideways), and from her vantage point I am beautiful. But when I turn there is blood down my face from my mouth and down the front of me. My face is one of evil.

NOTES

—[1]—..She is still alive
—[2]—..No such person

FINAL COMMENTS

Weird how I knew what she thought, what she saw . . . . I didn't record whether I was participating or merely observing . . . I assume I was observing her watching me. What I wrote was that it was not a dream, but a visualization. Obviously the song was the catalyst. This is not the first time I began to envision something and the created scene played out on its own. I don't know if I'm drifting into some in-between state or what or maybe tapping into some well of knowledge.

INTERPRETATION

I instinctively know this vision means that I am dirtying my wings through fornication.

VERSION POSTED ON MISSIONQUEST
(Pg 1, post 4: April 7, 2010):

MY VISIONS & THOUGHTS

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OTHER ANGEL-RELATED ACCOUNTS

Last Updated: April 11, 2010

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SPIRIT TOUCHES BREASTS

2010-04-01T04:00:00.004-04:00

EVENT TOPIC:...NONDREAM, ASTRAL EVENT, SPIRITS

Wednesday, December 30, 2009
APPX 12:00 AM
RF# 10

SUMMARY/THEME:...Spirit touches my body.

COMMENT

Parts forgotten. Not entirely certain this was a dream or an astral event. What I know is that it was very realistic. I felt the sensations of touch as vividly as if someone were to do it this instant.

LOCATION OVERVIEW

Livingroom of current apartment. In reality I'm lying on the couch.

EVENT ACCOUNT
I feel to be sitting up on the couch, and there's a pressure over my breasts as if someone or something is behind me, grasping them with hands. I interpret the action as a sexual encounter and try to call on God for help but find it difficult to form the words correctly in my head. Somehow I do manage to ask for help, but the presence remains, the pressure same as before. Again, I ask for help but still no lessening of the pressure.

INTERPRETATION

Felt this was an actual astral encounter.

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OTHER SPIRITS or BEING TOUCHED ACCOUNTS

DARK FORM LYING ON STOMACH

BEDTIME COMPANIONS

Last Updated: April 1, 2010

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FLASH OF LIGHT IN LIVINGROOM

2010-01-22T13:01:00.008-05:00

DREAM TOPICS:.. SIGHTING

Tuesday, January 2, 2009
6:55 PM

SUMMARY

I see a bright flash of light while on the computer.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Had spent the last couple days rearranging my work area. Had not been in that location for more than a day and a half.

LOCATION OVERVIEW

I'm sitting in the livingroom at the computer located across from the doorway. There are two lamps on but the brighter lamplight is sitting on the floor next to the long bedroom wall and its light a dim gold brown shadowing, while the lamp on top of the computer hutch is its usual 40 watt self. Altogether the light is no more than 50 watts in brightness.

COMMENTS
Earplugs in.

DREAM ACCOUNT

I was reviewing my Blog Visitor stats when to my left directly across from me, a large section of space is lit up by a bright, silent explosion of white light[1]. It was at floor level and it was like the light appeared as a sheet of light that spread out as it brightened then blinked out. The flash lasted no more than a few seconds. It's height was 5 to 6 feet and at least 2 feet wide.

I was remarkably calm, but sat gawking then looking around for anything strange and finding nothing. I considered that maybe a USB port exploded, so I stood, taking out my earplugs and l got one or two steps before I realized that the ports were on the far right, some four feet from the light. And there was no smell of smoke or anything. No change in room temperature, not even a tingle down my spine. Nada. Almost surreal. I checked the wiring but nothing seemed amiss. It felt pointless, really. I knew it was a spirit, and I started to get a spooked feeling as I considered that who- or whatever it was was probably watching me try to explain away what I'd clearly seen.

FINAL COMMENTS

Nothing more happened that night nor in the upcoming days.

EVENT INTERPRETATION

I feel it was a spirit just letting me know it was there.

NOTES

—[1]—

It was also about 2 feet from the wall and about five feet from where I sat. In the past I've seen two other similar flashes that were smaller and seen peripherally.

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OTHER FLASHES OF LIGHT ACCOUNTS

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Last Updated: JANUARY 22, 2010

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VISITOR SERIES 2: UNKNOWN VISITORS

2010-01-17T00:39:00.007-05:00

VISITOR SERIES 1: BEDTIME COMPANIONS

We often meet the strangest people or entities in our sleep. Beings with strange colored eyes or hair. Even skin. Some are benevolent or possess an aura of malevolence. These beings can be spirits, aliens, people from our past who visiting us in their astral body or they may be those we have known and loved but have passed on to the other side. Some visitations may be some form of residual hauntings--events or actions that took place by someone from a previous time lived in your space that is your present apartment, flat or house. There are those people who will venture to guess the people we encounter while we are asleep or in an altered state, are those we have know in a past life, or who dwell in an alternate or unknown dimension. Whatever the case may truly be. Here are some of the dreams and nondream events that make me wonder just who is watching me unseen.

[NOTE:..Realness Factor (RF) refers to how realistic or vivid the dream action felt and a high level of emotion and sensory elements involved. Highest rating is normally 10. Ratings higher than 9.9 suggest the "dream" was felt to be actual events taking place on some physical, astral or spiritual level.]

DREAM KEY

Old Apt. = where I lived for 20 years and experienced strange occurrences and 15+ years of Alien dreams.

SEGMENT = an elapse of time in a dream (time of day change, minutes, hours or days have gone by)

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NIGHT VISITORS

DREAM TOPIC:..ALIEN-RELATED

Wednesday, January 13, 2010
1:46 AM
RF# 10

SUMMARY:..A man and robots? at my bedside.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

For the past month or so my dreams have been calm, and I've had difficulty remembering them. Also, haven't done much prayer until this night when I prayed to God for the first time in a several weeks. Blessed everyone, including those baddie spirits that might want to be good spirits again, Angels, Archangels (the entire hierarchy), the tall man I've seen and dreamed about (assuming he's one and the same), and a few friends. I did not pray specifically for the ETs.

Before falling into a restless sleep, I did a silent prayer, asking God to surround me with His Presence and Energy, then I visualized the white light of protection. My final thought to no one in particular was that I didn't feel well, though not nearly as bad as I could feel. I drifted off to sleep, awakening often for the space of two hours--the longest uninterrupted bit of time was the last 45 minutes, during which I had this dream recounted below:

COMMENT

A very real-feeling dream. I'm not sure in what context to place this dream. Is it an alien visitation memory surfacing in dream format, or is it a real time event taking place astrally? Or is it simply a dream? What I can attest to is that this dream felt real and that my personality was as it would be in waking life. I find the person in the dream stands out even now as I type this account three days later. There were two things about him I remember: His face, his smile and that he recognized as someone famous. At the very least, familiar.

DREAM ACCOUNT

SEGMENT 1

I'm in bed in a bedroom that looks like my old apartment. I'm lying on my stomach with my head facing left (both as in reality). I might be at the foot of the bed.

SEGMENT 2
I think something happens here, but it is forgotten.

SEGMENT 3

I become aware that I'm not alone in the room which is dark but the immediate area is illuminated in some manner by pale light bright enough that I can tell my sheets are dark gray or olive. I sense a strong presence of someone standing beside the bed to my upper right. From that direction I hear a clicking sound and there's no doubt something is going on. I feel normal enough and lift my head to look to my right but then feel my upper body gently held down or weighted--I'm not sure how this is done, just along the upper body. This feeling of a presence is strong as if someone might be standing over me. I sense that my moving or seeing them isn't part of their agenda. But wayward me is determined to see what's going on. I say, "No, I want to see you," and I use my elbows to pivot my body, making remarkable headway because in dreams of this nature I usually hit a barrier and can move or see nothing past a peripheral range. Thus I am now facing the right corner of the bed and see peripherally--more than that, really--a very solid, wide, black leg[1] of what I feel to be a robot or machine of some sort. It isn't moving, yet I feel it is a being of some sort that can act independently.

Encouraged that I'm not being made to stop, I continue to pivot around (90 degrees, I believe) until I seem to be sitting up in the middle of the bed with these black beings--for I sense there are at least three--at my bedside but shrouded in the shadows of the dark. I can't see naught but black from left to right at the opposite corner of the bed. At this point I can not swear that I am watching from my physical body--I may be in my astral form though I feel to be normal as if in the physical. I feel no malevolence and no odd sensations.

Very soon, I see someone in the midst of the dark beings that are felt to be gathered close near the corner of the bed (which later is revealed to be the head of the bed) to my right. I'm astonished that this person--and all I see is a face and neck, the rest shrouded in the dark--is a handsome, smiling, white man[2]. I immediately recognize him as someone famous--an actor or someone I've seen on TV--or someone so familiar as to be immediately recognized. (Even now, I can see him) I sense he is with the military and that I have caught him in the middle of some sort of procedure--surgery or something odd, for he's only at the edge of the bed, and I'm positioned about a foot or so in, at the middle (a queen size bed). He's looking at me with his chin slightly uplifted, teeth showing a little--a friendly smile; he doesn't seem to be concerned that I can see him. I remain motionless and stare at him real hard, meaning for my expression to look very serious to match the tone I use when I say to him, "I know who you are." The words come out moderately emphasized. I hold his gaze I think he stops smiling, his face starts to blur out of focus and I laugh heartily then say something like "I had you going, didn't I?" because I want him to think I really don't recognize him though I do. I'm messing with him on purpose. His face comes back into focus. That's all I remember.

SEGMENT 4

I'm alone in my bedroom now. Bright yellow light from the hallway is streaming in across the headboard, so the door is open, and it is still nighttime. It's the aftermath of the visitation, still night. I'm sitting at the head of the bed, my back against the party wall. I'm thinking about the odd occurrence of how I managed to end up at the foot of the bed--how did it happen? And I'm acknowledge that now I am back at the head of it. What happened in between, I'm wondering? I do remember I had been visited at some point. I feel disquieted and pensive, full aware that I had not been alone, that I had been taken and returned but to the wrong end of the bed. (I seem to visualize having gotten up (after the visitation) and walked back to the head of the bed where I am).

SEGMENT 5

There seems to be a brief jump in time, for it now is daytime but I'm still sitting with my back propped against the wall. There is someone in the room with me but they are not seen. They are some three feet away center left from me. I think I ask her "How did (name forgotten) make out?" What's odd here is that now the visitation that was clearly mine in the previous segments, now seems to be someone else's[3]. My companion replies matter-of-factly, "She's back to her old self if she's moving furniture." And with that, I see a slender, white woman backing up into the room through a door leading from outside. I see that it is daytime and that the asked about woman is helping to carry in a lowboy dresser which is seen from the back (made of light brown wood and the backing is unfinished). The woman is wearing light brown or beige clothing. Face not seen.

FINAL COMMENTS

In waking reality, that bedroom was on the fifth floor with no door leading to outside. To the right of the dream door would be a pair of closets.

NOTES

[1]

black like a tube or barrel shape with periodic round edged protrusions of joints--think of a necklace with a barrel or tube bead then on top of it is a flat spacer bead or button of the same color that overlaps slightly with another barrel or tube bead on top of that. This being is at least four feet tall and one 'leg' at least 18 inches in diameter.

[2]

He has normal-looking human features with blond or light brown crew cut hair; pale pink-hued skin; slender, oblong face, handsome with a youthful, vibrant smile; in his 30's or 40's.

[3]

The above encounter now seems to be that of another woman's and not mine--an odd displacement that has happened in only about a handful of UFO/Alien dreams I've had.

COMMENTS

The sheet was a dark gray or olive green color. Interesting because at one point, I did have a dark gray flat sheet I used on the mattress in the old apt. This would be circa 2000. Also, the position of the bed would date any possible waking experiences to circa 1984-88 and circa 2000. There were only about 3 or 4 times in 20 years that the head of the bed was up against that party wall. Usually, the side of the bed was parallel to that wall or the bed was totally opposite to it. The room layout looked totally like the old apt. down to the hall light streaming into the bedroom a bright yellow light. Strange thing is...this 'dream' feels like a repeat dream. The only difference is that the first two segments of the dream were possibly dreamed separately at different times but were either soon forgotten or not consciously remembered and in each case never recorded.

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MAN WITH ORANGE HAIR

DREAM TOPIC:..REPEAT; STRANGERS

Saturday, February 10, 1990
RF 10.0

SUMMARY:..Man kidnaps me from apartment.

COMMENTS

Twice I dreamed about a man who appeared in the apartment I lived in at the time. The dreams weren't identical but shared the same setting and theme with slight variations in my interaction with the man (which is brief). In both dreams I was happy and reflective prior to his arrival.

DREAM ACCOUNT...(Participating)

In both dreams my apartment is spotless[1], airy, with the walls painted ultra bright white. The living room is uncluttered, there are flowers somewhere, and what little furniture there is, it's placed against the wall. This is how both dreams basically occur:

I am standing by my living room window, and a white male about six feet tall approaches me. He is wearing a white jumpsuit (or white pants and shirt) and has sculpted carrot colored hair. He picks me up by the waist. Even though I don't feel I'm in danger, I'm scared and don't want to go with him. I bang on my next door neighbor's wall and cry for help.

In the second dream he carries me off down the hall and out the back door [4].

FINAL COMMENTS.....Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Both dreams felt quite real and there was a strange feeling about the man. It was like he had a right to come and take me, that it was an appointed time for this to happen, and that it was important.

NOTES...(2 & 3 deleted)

[1]
My apt. is junky most times.

[4]

down the hall to what should be the bedroom. In reality, there is no back door in that apt.

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UNKNOWN MAN AT MY SIDE

DREAM TOPIC:..ASTRAL PROJECTION

Monday, January 8, 1990
10:12 AM
RF AVG: 9.625

SUMMARY:..I enter altered state and see a man I don't know.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

I had a headache and laid down for a nap on the couch.

DREAM ACCOUNT

SEGMENT 1.....RF# 9.5...(Participating)

I think I dreamed for a while, but the only dream I remember is this one:

I'm in bed in my bedroom and lying on my back under the covers. I'm holding a pink cloth, and there's a snag on it--a short string that is sticking up. I look at the string and focus on it, wanting to make it move like one would do a pendulum. I fail then try again. This time the string moves in the direction I thought it to. Now the string is an inch longer and I feel a pop. I appear to have hypnotized myself into a deep trance. I feel myself drawn forward into the following scene which feels waking state real[1]:

SEGMENT 2.....RF# 9.75...(Participating)

I'm sitting on the couch (lying down in waking state) and out of the corner of my eye I see the lower legs of a dark figure[2]. I turn my head and see a handsome black man standing to my left[3]. I'm shocked to see him in my apartment. He seems friendly. I ask "Who are you?" and he says his name, "K----" or something. I think I ask where he came from (I don't remember if he answered me)

He walks over to my right side and sits beside me on the couch. I wasn't really afraid of him, and I was wondering if he was one of my Spirit Guides (I'd been asking God for one). The man is smiling. Then I feel that same pressure I did just before I saw him, then I see darkness and wake up. I still had the headache.Parts may be forgotten.

COMMENTS

In the "dream" my couch is in a direction different from waking state.

Sunday, July 19, 2009 ...— 2:59 PM:
I wonder if that man was my favorite teenage boyfriend.

NOTES

[1]

The sensation is very similar to that of astral projection, when the body feels to be moving forward but technically, the physical body isn't moving a muscle.

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[2]

He's wearing mostly dark clothing: A light colored shirt, black pants and a brown jacket.

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OTHER VISITATIONS ACCOUNTS

VISITOR SERIES:

BEDTIME COMPANIONS

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VISITOR SERIES 1: BEDTIME COMPANIONS

2010-01-16T23:59:00.012-05:00

VISITOR SERIES 2: UNKNOWN VISITORS

There are many things I find disconcerting about sleep time. One of them is the sensation of someone lying down next to you in bed. Urrgh! If you've ever experienced that little treat, you'll understand why bedtime or taking a nap isn't always one of my favorite moments of the day. Still, I take strange occurrences like that in remarkable stride. God, I must be used to it or too tired to give a darn.

Below are a few accounts I found. Please Note that these visitations can happen while you're lying or sitting on a couch or on the floor.

Related topics include Someone Lying On Me or Being Laid On.

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EVENT TOPIC:..SPIRIT

PRESENCE IN MY BED

Saturday, March 19, 2005a
CR #:..Friday, May 18, 2005
circa 6:00 PM
RF# 10

SUMMARY:..I feel someone lay down next to me.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Wrote an account about hearing a radio-like voice that said hello to me.

COMMENT

Shortly after writing the above cross-referenced event account, I prepared for sleep.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I was lying on my stomach[1], and felt on my left a change in the air—a pop or shift of air pressure. I then have the distinct feeling of someone lying down beside me very close as if facing me.

I try to envision the white light of protection around me then pray to my Guardian Angel for protection. Still I felt the presence, especially near my face. I must have drifted off to sleep shortly after.

NOTES

[1]
with my head resting on my right arm, head facing leftward

FINAL WORDS:...(September 15, 2009...3:56 AM)

A common experience in both my old and current apartment, except for the last year. Knock on wood.

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DREAM TOPIC: ..SPIRIT

THE AGENT BESIDE ME

Wednesday, April 22, 1992a

SUMMARY:..Someone lays next to me.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Immediately prior to this dream, I had dreamed of picking out undershirts or tee shirts[1] for my husband[2].

COMMENT

The left side of bed is positioned against the fire escape window wall with the foot of the bed near the window. I'm lying on my stomach on the right side of the bed. The bedroom door is open and the hallway light is on.

DREAM ACCOUNT

Dreamed that there was a police narcotics raid. I'm lying in bed[3] and some men (agents)[4] came into my bedroom from the apartment hallway. They walked alongside the long wall (that separates my bedroom from my neighbor's) and were able to gain access to my neighbor's apt. and search it. I felt like a child as they quietly went about their business. I did not have drugs and felt they knew that.

Having finished his job, one of the agents[5] entered my bedroom from the hallway and walked along the long wall to the adjoining fire escape window wall. He got in bed from the left (remember, that side is AGAINST the wall) and quietly lay beside me. I could tell he was tired, and I was either disappointed that he did not embrace me or that he did not acknowledge that I was even there. A sheer lack of friendliness.

Then in the dream I heard a piercing sound that cut on and off, but I did not want to get up and stop it. I woke up (a smooth transition) to find the sound was my TV[6].

FINAL WORDS:...(January 13, 1996)

As I now remember it, some of the agents entered the apt. next door through my bedroom's long wall. I can't believe I made no mention of it in the original account!

NOTES

[1]
the colors of the shirts were charcoal gray, light pink, white and black. The gray shirt seemed to be a button front.

[2]
in reality I don't have a husband

[3]

bed in same position and my body basically in the same position as waking state.

[4]
they wore light color tops and pants

[5]
a white man

[6]
a sound I'm familiar with

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NON-DREAM TOPIC:..SPIRIT

DARK VISITORS

Saturday, November 8, 2003c
8:46 AM
RF# 10

EVENT SUMMARY: ..Someone lays next to me.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Had some interesting dreams all morning but they're unremembered.

COMMENT

I'm viewing this event as a participator—as if it is really happening. Sunlight is in the room. I'm lying on the bed on my right side (don't sleep on that side too often).

EVENT ACCOUNT

My eyes are closed, but I can still see images. One of them is of a tall person who seems to be the same woman from the dream just prior to this event (See sibling account below). I can hear them walking towards the bed as if they have on socks or slippers. They come from the closet area and walk from the foot of the bed to the side where I'm lying. They are now on my right, and I soon feel someone climb onto the bed next to me very intimately close and sigh briefly. They are as close as a (leather) glove on a hand. In my mind's eye they are seen as an elongated black mass that matches my length from head to toe and extending width-wise some seven inches. They are felt to extend an inch or so over my left side. I feel paralyzed and struggle to free myself, not knowing what is near me. I try elbowing it to free it from me. After a few tries I succeed then promptly "awaken".

No fear felt upon awakening. I looked to see what time it was—8:46 exactly[1]. I said to myself (at that time) that I hoped it wasn't a guide or Guardian Angel because I may have chased it away. I returned to sleep but nothing else happened.

FINAL WORDS:..... (Wednesday, December 16, 2009...8:09 AM)

As is the case with a lot of these events, it is difficult to say if the event is a dream or an actual event. These events start out in either a waking state then seem to slip into an in-between or astral type state where I am wholly aware of what's going on then awake as if I had been asleep the entire time OR I'm already in a heightened awareness like an astral state then awaken.

NOTES

[1]..8+4+6= 18 which equals 9

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DREAM TOPIC:..N/A—Sibling Account

NO HELP

Saturday, November 8, 2003b
prior to 8:46 AM

COMMENT

This dream preceded the Dark Visitors account. Parts forgotten.

DREAM ACCOUNT

Dreamed I was standing in the kitchen of my apt. I'm using a teal blue sponge[1] to wipe up soap that's on the counter[2] where the sink is. I'm annoyed that the woman[3] standing on the other side of the counter[1] isn't assisting me very much with (keeping the house clean?), and I'm fed up.

NOTES

[1]
In reality the sponge is pink and there's a wall where the lady was standing in the dream. On the opposite wall is my daughter's room.

[2]
the center left side

[3]

She is tall, appears to be white, is wearing light? colors, and seems to be a relative, maybe my mother or daughter.

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OTHER VISITATIONS ACCOUNTS

VISITOR SERIES:

UNKNOWN VISITORS

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TWO PHANTOM DOORBELL EVENTS

2009-12-29T01:05:00.028-05:00

CONTENT:..SOUNDS HEARD; CLAIRAUDIENCE

NOTE: Where earplugs are referred to, the decibel levels are from 29 to 33 (strictly 32 & 33 decibels after 2006 and 33 exclusively after 2009) which is sufficient enough to drown out most sound.

For me, the most annoying sound after the alarm clock and door buzzer, is the doorbell. It makes my heart race, and I fill with dread. Not sure why. So imagine being asleep then awakened by (or awakening to) a doorbell that you know isn't a physical one. That is, unless the door has somehow transported itself to another room and is hovering in the air!

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Odor Then a Doorbell Ring

Wednesday, September 3, 2003-d
7:03 PM

SUMMARY
The doorbell rings, but no one is there.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

I was in bed and had recently awakened from a UFO-related dream concerning some articles to be read about an alien named (?). I was undecided about whether to get up or go back to sleep.

ACCOUNT

I tossed and turned then smelt this sweet smell. Don't know where it came from. A few minutes later, I heard a solitary doorbell, very clear. It woke me (guess I fell asleep), and I quickly rose and headed to the apartment entrance door (some 20 feet away), stopping only to put on my glasses. My daughter is at work, and I thought maybe she had forgotten her keys. When I got to the door, I asked "Who is it?" but no one was there, nor in the hall. I didn't hear the elevator (which had been running last I knew), didn't hear either stairwell door, nor the closing of any of my neighbors' doors.

It is conceivable, however, that a physical being was at the door and had given up and left. After all, it is a long enough walk from the back of the apt. to the front door. It takes a slightly longer time for a person to walk from the door and beat me to the elevator, but I usually would hear the ding-ding of the elevator arriving.

FINAL COMMENT

Well, it's not the first time I've heard this clear bell sound and found no one at the door. This type of ringing doorbell is always heard once, loud and clear. Interesting thing is that the doorbell isn't normally heard nearly as clear when I have my bedroom door closed—which is all the time—and it would have to be rung several times in a row to be heard at all. On the other hand, I could hear the downstairs buzzer with my bedroom door closed, but this is an entirely different sound—an unpleasant, loud blare that makes one's heart lurch in fear and make you race to the door (or cower anxiously because you don't want to be bothered). If I'm asleep visitors would have to ring my apt. door 3 or 4 times in quick succession to elicit the same response.

INTERPRETATION

My theory is that the ring was caused by an alien, angel or spirit visitation—their way of saying "hello" and/or "Get up". So I'm up. Now what?

Phantom Doorbell Rings

December 9, 10, 12, 21/22, 23 & 24, 2003
AM or PM

SUMMARY
Ringing sounds occur on the days listed above.

ACCOUNT

Single or double doorbell rings heard during the morning or evening. Two of the rings elicited a color image: light caramel color and light brown. All of the rings occurred in the bedroom either after I had just lain down for a nap or woke me. They were heard either near my head to my left or some distance away (near the fire escape and high in the air). The journal doesn't mention whether earplugs were worn at the time.

FINAL COMMENT

Interesting to note that between the 17th to the 23rd, I felt something touch my body (legs) or clothes. I recorded that the occurrences were suspicious. No kidding.

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FLYING IN THE CLOUDS

2009-12-24T16:27:00.002-05:00

DREAM TOPICS:..ASTRAL PROJECTION

Sunday, September 27, 2009
4:30 PM
RF# 10.....(Participating)

SUMMARY:..I'm flying in the air over clouds.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Laid down to continue sleeping after 1 PM. Earplugs in. No particular thoughts before falling asleep, just tired.

DREAM ACCOUNT

Parts forgotten. I don't remember how this dream started, but it's daytime, and I have some type of upright wooden scooter (think of a lemonade stand that's about two feet wide and seven feet high) that has the ability to take flight. I standing before a driveway where I have backed up the machine about a foot and a half (18 inches) into a driveway while trying to get the machine to roll forward along the sidewalk. This is the only way I can think to make the machine can gain enough momentum to ascend. I'm facing the driveway and see a man to my left. I ask him something, probably for help, but I think he said he wasn't familiar with my machine. At that point I maneuver it to my right and back onto the sidewalk.

Now I have the machine in the direction I want to go[1]. I step up onto its platform and grasp the thin slats on either side of me, somehow getting the device to roll forward until it gains momentum. There are people ahead on the sidewalk but they are not in jeopardy for I am soon rising straight up into the air above them, much to my delight. I quickly rise higher into the air. I feel the acceleration of moving forward as I rise over the road then above the power lines. I grasp the vertical rails of the machine (I think there's one in front of me I use to try and control the speed) because I realize I'm rising higher than I expected and attempt to control the machine (via thought?) so it won't rise too much. I approach an expanse of plump rounded clouds alongside me to my left that stretch ahead above me left and right like a fluffy blanket with holes that reveal a dark blue sky. The machine rises through a central opening between the clouds until I am over them. I get an awe-inspiring view of pale sherbet orange and cream clouds now below me. In between the gaps of clouds, I can see the road and sidewalk (center right) is far below. The speed of the machine has leveled out and I no longer continue to rise but continue forward at a swift speed, continuing forward for a few minutes then I awake. It was exhilarating. Wow!

NOTES

[1]

At this point I'm on the sidewalk and facing North. My back is to the dream screen, the road is to my right, the driveway is behind to the left and the man is a couple feet behind me.

INTERPRETATION
Due to the vivid colors, realness of the environment, and participation of my thoughts and ability to feel the movement, I strongly feel this dream is a memory of an actual Astral Projection event.

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SPECIAL DAY

2009-12-24T09:47:00.003-05:00

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DREAM TOPICS:
DANCING; MUSIC; SPECIAL EVENT
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009—c
11:33 AM
RF AVG= 9.75 —P
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SUMMARY

I long to dance to a special song with a dear friend, but a special event supersedes my wish.

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PRELIMINARY EVENTS

I prayed to God and thanked him for the Angels and Guides. Mentioned that I really made a mess of my body (RE being overweight). Not a good night for sleeping. A restless sleep with frequent awakenings until I went back to bed at 7:33 am.

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DREAM ACCOUNT
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Segment 1

I'm in this large brightly lit room filled with men and women dancing to loud, upbeat music. I'm a black male or brown-skinned. I feel myself to be wearing a black and white tuxedo. This is a day of celebration. Currently playing (and throughout the dream) is a special song about and for friends. (I hear the word "friends" repeated often in the lyrics (the stanza is forgotten upon awakening. Seems the word "collection" or some similar sounding word is used in connection with "friends".) I'm walking forward and stop beside the doorway of a room to my left (or I'm looking at a sort of screen) where interracial couples inside are dancing. In fact, the song that is coming from that room is about couples who have this special interracial union or relationship. This room is perhaps a little darker because of the color of the walls which doesn't appear to be white, maybe a light taupe or light brown. Everyone is having a great time, and I am happy for the most part, only I want to dance with my special partner (I'm not sure if the relationship was as platonic friends or as lovers).

In the rest of the room all around are people dancing and one or two women are dressed in bold black and white geometric patterns. On a high platform jutting out from the wall on the far right are dancers. One of them in the middle is a black female in a black and white bold print dress. She is singer, Patti LaBelle. She's really getting down. Her dress is a kind of loose gown-like construction and coming well past mid leg with a slit up the side (not up to the hip). It's like being in the 70's, in terms of clothing style and atmosphere. I look around me then eventually turn around, still wanting to dance with my friend, but I can't. This celebration is for her. It marks an achievement—an attainment of something that only she can claim. I understand the importance of this day and I am going to give her my support.

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SEGMENT 2

I am now standing before another doorway of a reasonably large and well lit room. About two feet from the door is a long rectangular table placed horizontally. Seated at the table and directly across from me, is my friend. I look at her and she slowly rises. She is dressed in a bright white tiered gown with an equally bright white hat on her head. She looks so regal. The cap is cone-shaped with a slightly rounded top and a thin silver band at the bottom edge that rests over her forehead. Her dress is made like a queens cape over a generously cut A-line flare down, I expect, to her shoe tops (which I cannot see). She looks, to be exact, like a princess dressed for a marriage or religious occasion. What is to happen (as best I can remember) is that she is going to receive an appointment [I can't remember the correct term but it has to do with her reaching a certain point in her development (spiritual or cultural, I'm not certain) and it is a very high honor similar to being crowned a princess and the ritual that would go with that. For her to receive this anointment is a gift of acknowledgement that cannot and should not be refused.]

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SEGMENT 3

She has crossed the threshold and is now standing on my left side by the doorway. I take her hand and guide her to my right side where I clasp her right hand in mine. "You look (absolutely?) stunning," I say to her. And she does look stunning. Only now she is no longer in white, but a beautiful sequined ballgown with an A-line style down from the waist, the skirt has a smooth drape without excessive cling, with a slight sheen or sparkle, if any; a soft thin fabric that does not appear to be sheer. The fabric is of a pale caramel color similar to coffee with a lot of cream in it—almost like a gold color (maybe slightly metallic). The upper portion (long sleeves, I think) has four to 5 inch wide horizontal stripes—blocks of sparkly material different from the skirt. They shine are of the colors of medium dark brown, the same coffee and cream color in the skirt and a narrow bands of metallic gold and/or silver. The dress top has a mid high color trimmed at the top edge in gold? beads.

I look down and see her hand in mine. I take my left palm and clasp it over her fingers, grasping my right hand with her fingers sandwiched between. It is then I see that my skin is brown like that of a Native American or East Indian. Realizing we can't walk like that, I release her hand and we walk side by side (I escort her) toward where her ceremony is to be held (forward and to the far right where there is a narrow stretch of the floor where hardly anyone is around, There is a blue cast along this stretch which has been cleared in anticipation of her upcoming crowning or whatever. When we have just about gotten to where we I am to relinquish hold (and claim) of her, I wake up. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that when I saw her in the sparkly dress, she was white and she was actress, Kirstie Alley!

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COMMENTS

I woke up at 11:33? This was a wonderful, sweet dream. Bright colors marked this dream from start to finish. I heard music and felt the touch of my friend's hand. I recognized famous faces. Kirstie was once the spokesperson for Jenny Craig, a diet program. In the dream, she was not slender but was stocky at about 200 pounds or less. Nice dream, just some mild regret on my part.

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INTERPRETATION

This dream seems to point to some acknowledgement of achievement, a rise from one level to a higher level. I think this is spiritually related but must reflect on it more.

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MAN SHOOTS ME IN VAN

2009-12-24T07:12:00.004-05:00

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DREAM TOPICS:..BEING SHOT; FAMOUS
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Friday, May 15, 2009—a
12:36 AM appx.
RF AVG= 9.73
—SEG. 1 RF 9.98 —Participating
—SEG. 2 RF 9.95 —Participating & Observing
—SEG. 3 RF 9.25 —Observing
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SUMMARY
I'm with a group of people who are shot.
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DREAM ACCOUNT
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Segment 1

It's daytime and I'm sitting in what appears to be the back of a van with large clear, clean windows. I'm sitting cross-legged (back to dream screen) and a man is sitting to my left out of view. Only the leg of his blue denim jeans are seen. There is at least one person on my right. We were all sitting side by side except for a black man who is kneeling in front of me to the left. He pulls out a gun. I notice a ring on his finger. He doesn't seem very angry or agitated but he demands us to do something and we comply. I don't feel that there is anything I have he wants and he knows that. It is like I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm about to be caught in a crossfire so to speak. He starts to fire his gun and shoots the person on my left several times then shoots me. I don't remember when he shot the person on my right. I don't feel the bullets but seem to know they enter the left side of my body. My left arm is raised and fully extended, and I feel a thick liquid—I consider to be blood (mine or someone else's?) dripping from my left middle or index fingers. For some time I feel the "blood" dripping.

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Segment 2

It's still daytime (bright but not sunny). I feel myself to be a famous female—Beyonce[1] or Halle Berry. I'm lying on my back on something—not the ground. Perhaps it's a stretcher or maybe I'm still in the back of the van. Standing before me is my boyfriend, actor Robert Ri'chard[2]. I can't move. I can see I'm wearing light gray with a two inch band of yellow down the center of the blouse. He looks sad and lifts my head to his chest and holds me. I'm crying. I know that he is a drug dealer. I love him very much but fear I am going to die. We have a conversation but it is forgotten.

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Segment 3

Now I'm seeing a neighborhood or two. The highlight of this part of the dream is that my boyfriend has a very expensive car.[3] While he is holding me I see over his right? shoulder, his car parked at the curb[4].

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NOTES
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[1]..lead singer of Destiny's Child
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[2]..from Feast of the Saints
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[3]

chocolate brown with a light brown? fabric roof—looks a lot like a stream-lined Lincoln Continental. It is so handsome.

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[4]

Later in the dream, I see it on the left side of an intersection on the right. Maybe at another place.

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HAUNTED BEDROOM

2009-12-23T21:05:00.008-05:00

DREAM TOPIC: ..HAUNTING

Wednesday, March 4, 2009—a
10 AM

SUMMARY: ..Master bedroom is haunted by a murderer.

DREAM ACCOUNT

SEGMENT 1.....(Participating)

Something about my having a new job or being at work?

SEGMENT 2.....(Participating)

Parts forgotten. I'm in my apt. and it is haunted. The living room is dimly lit, I think, but the main activity is happening in the bedrooms at the back of the apt. I'm in the main bedroom which is well lit and there is a strong feeling of a presence. I know that the smaller bedroom is also haunted. I feel a sense of something impending, a strong feeling of being watched and of my necessity to get out of the apt. as soon as possible, but I have to lock up the back room. It's important that the door to that room be locked before I leave (to go to work?). I left something inside or for some reason have to return, and I am reluctant to do so. Really, I can't get out fast enough. I know that the presence in the main bedroom is the most hostile.

SEGMENT 3.....(Participating):

Now I'm outside and it is daytime and sunny. I'm talking to my next door neighbor, and I ask her whether anyone had been killed in my apt. She admits, "Two boys died in the apartment." I ask, "In the main bedroom?" and she replies "They were killed by their father."

I don't remember what further was said, but I know that the main bedroom belonged to the killer and that the murders may have been committed in that room. If not, then in the small bedroom which I instinctively know is the kids room. I tell her that the main bedroom has a strong negative presence.

COMMENTS

I find it highly odd that I'm talking to this neighbor when we never talk in real life. Why does she appear in my dreams of late—cordially—and why am I even asking her anything? What I find interesting is that I moved from the apt. depicted in the dream, and during the 20 years I lived there, I dreamed on and off about spirits of kids being there.

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OTHER HAUNTED ROOMS ACCOUNTS

Last Updated: January 22, 2010

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AMERICAN-NAZI DOUBLE AGENT

2009-12-23T16:44:00.012-05:00

DREAM

CONTENT: GERMANY?, PAST LIFE?

SUMMARY
I'm an American double agent who offers to help a man.

COMMENT

Participating. Room is well lit with natural light, possibly some sun.

ACCOUNT

Saturday, October 11, 2003
12:23 AM
RF# 9

Dreamed that I was an American double agent—an American/Nazi spy. My job was to work with the Nazis and give secret information about them to the Americans.

It was daytime, and I seem to have been looking downstairs at a parade or some military preparation. All hell is going to break loose war-wise. I'm locked in a room with a man, and I tell him that I am a Nazi spy and that I'm going to try and help him. I put a newspaper on the floor and step on two sheets of it, making dark inked footprints. The soles of my shoes have a small square imprint at the toe and heel. It shows up on the print as dark squares.

There is an urgency and a definite air of fear. The person is afraid that I will be discovered, and it is clear to both of us that if I am discovered, I will be killed. I feel rushed, that time is of the essence. The prints are now on sheets of off white notepaper, and I stuff them into my bottom bedroom drawer (towards the back on the right), knowing it is not a safe place to put the prints. I have to get the papers out of the room somehow, because if the Nazis discover them, my true identity will be revealed. I feel confident that I will fulfill my mission.

OTHER NAZI-RELATED ACCOUNTS

HOMOSEXUAL NAZI IN ROME

LAST UPDATED: February 12, 2012

VOICES SERIES 2: HEARING MY NAME CALLED

2009-12-12T11:42:00.012-05:00

My Experiences With Clairaudience

The Voices Series, pt 1:..Voices I've Heard

EVENTS:..Clairaudience

Thursday, February 12, 1998
5:28 AM
RF# 10

Voice Calls My Name

COMMENT:.. The room is pitch black and I'm asleep.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I either awakened on my own or was awakened by the sound of a woman calling my name. I was definitely not dreaming. The voice came from over my head on my right. The tone was not menacing at all, in fact, it had a beckoning quality to it like when someone tries to get a person's attention. It scared me a little because of the realness of the sound and clarity.

I looked at my clock and it read 5:34 AM[1]. I didn't recognize the voice and have not heard it before. The last two times I heard my name called was:

[a] ..It was my grandmother's voice.
[b]..It was a man's voice.

Both events occurred in the morning.

NOTE(S)

[1]..clock is 5-6 minutes fast so event actually happened about 5:28 or 5:29

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Wednesday, October 6, 1998-a
Time Unknown
RF# 10

Negative Message

EVENT SUMMARY:..I hear voice say something negative.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I was in bed sleep, laying on my stomach (my usual position), and I hear a female's voice on my right and very near my face, very close to my body—over my body a bit. The voice says in a matter-of-fact tone, "I hate you, __," saying my first and last name. It sounded somewhat venomous, though not overly menacing. I had difficulty getting back to sleep.

It sounds like my sister 'Y' whom I hadn't seen in ages and have always been on good terms.

EVENT/DREAM INTERPRETATION

It had occurred to me that I may have misheard the words since they were spoken fairly fast.

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Saturday, November 2, 2002
5:22 PM
RF# 10

Voice Calls Me

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Took a nap at about 4:30 PM. Feeling a bit depressed about my life and living arrangement.

EVENT ACCOUNT

Woke up and heard a distant voice call my first name. It sounded like my mother (who is very much alive) and originated on the left in the air near the bedroom entrance door where I had previously heard my father's voice, only much further away. My heart began to beat a bit.

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Monday, December 13, 2004
CR#:..Saturday, December 18, 2004
4:29 PM
RF# 10

Voice Awakens Me

EVENT SUMMARY:..Name called and it has corresponding color.

COMMENT:..Earplugs in (32+ decibels).

EVENT ACCOUNT

I'm lying on my left side (facing right) and am awakened by a voice calling my name. Heard the voice on my right close to me near my stomach. It sounded semi-stern, the way my mother's can. Also, when I heard my name, I saw the mottled grayish blue with mauve-like coloration (See December 18, 2004).

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Saturday, December 18, 2004
CR#:.. Monday, December 13, 2004
8:27 AM
RF# 10

Sentence Heard 2

EVENT SUMMARY:..My name is called.

COMMENT:..Earplugs in. Had laid down to sleep.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I lay on my stomach, and heard a male voice call my name. The voice not only originated from two feet away where my computer was but was a different kind of distant as if the voice came from quite far away. It was not malevolent; it was clear, low and sounded far away. When my name was spoken, I saw the colors mauve and blue (See December 13, 2004.)

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Friday, March 18, 2005
CR#:.. (Record Date: Saturday, May 19, 2005)
12:34 PM
RF# 10

Radio-Like Voice

EVENT SUMMARY:..Someone speaks to me.

EVENT ACCOUNT:

I was lying on my stomach, reading when I heard a distant (faint) radio-like voice call my first name, saying "Hi, __". The voice originated at center of my face near my nose and mouth.

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Wednesday, May 7, 2007-a
11:09 AM
RF#& 10

Man Calls My Name

COMMENT:..I had gone to bed at about 11:02 PM.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I was lying on my back on the couch. When shortly after I heard on my right[1] a male voice call my first name. The voice sounded very distant but it was unmistakable, and its tone wasn't unfriendly but kind of authoritative. I replied mentally, "I hear you. What do you want?" There was no response.

Then at 11:12 I heard a sort of musical tone (See I Hear Musical Tone).

NOTE(S)

[1] ..over the back of the couch at the wall

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Friday, August 17, 2007-b
6:55 PM
RF# 10

Name Used In Phrase

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

A thunderstorm with lightning just ended. (High electricity in air, possibly.)

COMMENT:..Not sure if earplugs are in. Parts forgotten.

EVENT ACCOUNT

Heard a short phrase spoken with my name used at the end of it.

CR#:..Friday, August 17, 2007-a

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Tuesday or Wednesday, August 21 or 22, 2007
Time Unknown
RF# 10

Voice Has Color

EVENT SUMMARY:..My name is called and the voice has a color.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I had lain down to sleep and was obsessing about a financial or housing situation, then in my right ear I heard my name called. The voice was a brief echo, and in my head I saw the color brown.

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Sunday, August 26, 2007
5:20 PM
RF# 10

Name Called Again

EVENT ACCOUNT

I was sitting on the sofa, wallowing in self-pity regarding my financial mess. On my left side near my ear, I heard a woman's voice[1]..call me by my first name. I replied, "I hear you. What do you want?"

NOTE(S)

[1] ..I don't think I've heard that voice before but it sounds like someone in their 50's.

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Wednesday, August 29, 2007
9:38 PM
RF# 10

Name Is Called

COMMENT:..Earplugs in (33 decibels).

EVENT ACCOUNT

Heard in my left ear, a distant sounding voice call my name in a questioning tone, as if to ask "Do you hear me?" I replied, "Yes? I hear you." I could barely hear the voice.

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OTHER CLAIRAUDIENCE ACCOUNTS

THE VOICES SERIES:

VOICES I'VE HEARD

THE STRANGE SOUNDS SERIES:

SOUNDS HEARD AROUND ME

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VOICES SERIES 1: VOICES I'VE HEARD

2009-12-12T10:59:00.114-05:00

My Experiences With Clairaudience

The Voices Series, pt 2: Hearing My Name Called

EVENT TOPICS: VOICES HEARD; CLAIRAUDIENCE

Friday, December 4, 1998
5:30 to 9:00 AM
RF# 10

Electronic Voices

EVENT SUMMARY

A comment on hearing electronic-like voices.

EVENT ACCOUNT

Every now and again, for the last several weeks, I've been hearing those electronic-like voices which are always indecipherable and too fleeting.

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Saturday, October 19, 2002
9:30 AM
RF# 10

Ominous Demand

EVENT SUMMARY: Voice heard.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS
Had awakened half an hour earlier. I remained in bed but fell back to sleep.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I awoke from a dream and heard the words "Get out" in my right ear. The voice sounded like my supervisor. The voice had colors of a metallic light gold-orange. I got out of bed.

EVENT/DREAM INTERPRETATION

Were the words in response to something I had asked in prayer days earlier?

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April 2, 2004
11:05 PM
RF# 10

Sentence Heard 1

COMMENT: Reading an article and was getting sleepy, perhaps.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I hear a feminine voice in my left ear, "I'm a little pale, __," or it could have been "I'm okay, __." The voice was distant and radio-like.

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Friday, August 17, 2007a
6 PM
RF# 10

Word Spoken In Ear

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

A thunderstorm with lightning just ended (High electricity in air, possibly).

COMMENT: No earplugs in.

EVENT ACCOUNT

I hear a word spoken in my left ear. The voice sounds like a male coworker.

CROSS-REFERENCE:..Friday, August 17, 2007-b

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Sunday, June 1, 2008
11:44 AM
RF# 10

Racial Slur Heard

COMMENT

Earplugs in. Making corrections on my manuscript (The Manningfield Affair).

EVENT ACCOUNT

Heard in left ear a male voice sounding of East Indian ethnicity say, "Nigger". I could be wrong, the voice was clear but the word spoken so quick.

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Sunday, May 9, 2009
4:45 PM
RF# 10

Voice Responds To Book

COMMENT: Earplugs in while reading Jane Eyre.

EVENT ACCOUNT:

Reading a section in the book where Jane's aunt, Mrs. Reed, reneged on a promise to her husband (on his death bed) that she'd raise Jane as her own child. I hear a voice in my ears say "That's not a nice person." The voice sounded faint (not very loud) and had a sort of watery quality.

This event reminds me of something I recently read: Author Alma Daniels said in her book Ask Your Angels that angels stand behind us and look over our shoulders as they read what we read.

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OTHER CLAIRAUDIENT ACCOUNTS

THE VOICES SERIES:

HEARING MY NAME CALLED

THE STRANGE SOUNDS SERIES:

SOUNDS HEARD AROUND ME

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PARANORMAL ARTICLE LINKS

2009-12-10T02:19:00.028-05:00

Last Updated:..December 31, 2011

Hello Everyone!

In this post I provide links related to many of the topics that have been popular on this blog. Since my accounts are often brief and may provide little or no explanation of what the experiences may mean, I've found an assortment of articles and websites that have interesting firsthand accounts. They should provide varied viewpoints and exposure to others' experiences. I will update periodically when I come across interesting media. Bye!

New! An Alien Abduction Story: Extraterrestrials, Spirit Abduction or Sleep Paralysis?

My True Experience With An Incubus

Succubus

Manifesting Signs from Spirit

Recognizing Messages From Your Angels

Dreams Of Aliens And UFOs

Visits In Dreams From People In Spirit

Astral Projection As A Means Of ET Transportation

The Astral Plane And Life On The Other Side

Newly Released UFO Files From The UK Government

Human Phenomena In The Bible: How Human Are Humans?

When We Can't Remember Dream Encounters With Spirits

That Strange Falling Sensation

She Hears Ringing Bells

Astral Encounters

The Connection between Sleep Paralysis and Evil Entities

Common Early Astral Projection Experiences

Mental Voice Predicts Future Relationship

Can Spirits Spy on Us?

What Causes Astral Projection Sensations?

Shadow People

Spirits Can Take Many Forms

Dealing with the Attachment of a Lower Astral Entity

Seeing 11:11 Everywhere: Does It Mean You're an Angel Incarnate?

Using the White Light of Protection

MISCELLANEOUS TOPICS

Clairaudience and White Noise

Sliders: People Who Cause Strange Electrical Phenomena

This next account may be of particular interest to my buddy because we were talking about a similar topic a while back--Does talking about certain (paranormal) phenomena cause it to happen in our lives? Likewise, another friend fears that talking about Aliens would introduce them into her life. Err...maybe she has a point?

Can Watching Paranormal TV Shows Spark Phenomena?

Receiving Spiritual Guidance Via Dreams

Do Her Dreams Suggest A Problem With Walk-ins Or Earthbound Entities?

Treating An Abusive Astral Relationship

Spirits and Multiple Personality Disorder

Psychic Ability Manifests Differently for Different People

What's the Difference Between Being Intuitive and Officially Psychic?

A Dream Rich with Spiritual Guidance

Meeting Someone in a Dream Before Meeting them in "Real Life"

Spirit Guides With Personalities v. Nameless, Faceless Guides

What's Up with the Psychic/Alien Connection?

When a Spirit "Stalks" You

2 COMMENTS FROM ORIGINAL SITE:

Anais Anais said...

I don't think the walk-in event is really possible, unless the soul gives permission . It defies higher wisdom. Nothing to fear here, we are self driven, we have control of our lives.

ABUSE: I do think there is a reason for abuse. 2) Out in a mission, a soul can agree to be abused to give the abuser soul to redeem itself. Those we know about are the cases where the abuser soul fails. We don't know of the successes, because they don't become an abuse situation. 3) The abused soul needs to understand something through grief and humiliation.If we look at life as never ending, with intermissions of the so called death, we come into life with agendas we need to enact. We are eternal,as God made us; we never really die and all pain is transitory, has a meaning and purpose.

3:21 PM, November 01, 2009

Penny Manning said...

Thought-provoking thoughts on abuse, Anais. It's a tough sell for the abused to think of abuse as something pre-planned in order to teach us forgiveness or resilience or resolve some past injustice, and the like. In my opinion--all probable lessons aside--it is such a waste of life to spend one's formative years in fear and sadness then one's adult life trying to pick up the scattered pieces and put them back to together so that the future makes sense. And, yes, the lesson is probably in that struggle, one of endurance of human spirit and tenacity, for starters.

Still, many of the abused can't help but feel their life, their sense of safety and feeling of normalcy has been snatched away. For them, perhaps, life has been an utter, miserable waste.

That having been said, I also agree that where abusers are concerned, they can have a history of being, themselves, abused. And like Julia mentioned in her article (Do Children Choose To Be Abused)and as you, Anais, have said, sometimes it can help to look past the act of abuse and fathom what the abuser suffered in his/her life. It doesn't lesson the pain, perhaps, but it can make us, the abused, more understanding and compassionate souls. It makes us better people to forgive and move on with the fragments of our lives.

It is our pain, that encourages us to be harbingers of truth. We can stand tall and say to the world "If we can survive, if we can make ourselves whole again, then so can you. So to all of the abused, you have an opportunity to take that pain and misapplied shame and stand as an example to others--not just the abused--that they are strong enough to reclaim their lives. Whether our abuse was planned or not, please hold your head high and be proud that you have survived, that you have outfoxed the fox."

I survived the dark depressions, the hate, the blaming of others, the 'woe is me' attitudes and all that comes with being abused and molested. Recreating my life wasn't easy nor quick. I admit I wasted 20 precious years and my blood family was useless.

Purging myself to strangers and my stepmother is what helped set me straight. (And who knows how those men's lives may have changed for the better because of my tearful outpourings) For at least 10 straight years I prayed and prayed and cried and wailed and name-called (yes, I called God a few choice names) until I realized that living in the past and wallowing in self-pity and anger just wasn't getting me where I wanted to go. I was allowing myself to be victimized all over again by refusing to let it all go. By "go" I'm referring to laying the bad things in my life to rest. It was over.

Perhaps I just cried myself out because I'm not really sure what the turning point was. Even with all my scars and missing pieces, I am still whole. I walk and talk and sing and hope and live and manage to still believe in a higher power.

But it happened one day at a time.

So, Anais...being abused may have made me a stronger, more spiritual soul. Maybe. Who can ever know what that girl who died on that basement floor in the semi-darkness was meant to accomplish? Yes, maybe just what I have. What I can attest to is that I'm stronger than I was during those miserable years of lament. And I will NEVER allow anyone to put me in that hell again no matter how many times they try.

11:08 PM, November 01, 2009

DARK FORM LYING ON STOMACH

2009-12-08T14:28:00.006-05:00

DREAM CONTENT:...SPIRIT

Saturday, November 28, 2009
12:00 PM
RF= 9.90

COMMENTS: Parts forgotten.

DREAM ACCOUNT

Participating. Dreamed I'm lying on the couch (in opposite direction of waking position). I see a gray-black form lying horizontally across my stomach. The shape is similar to a pillow but smaller. I can feel the semi-heavy weight of it. I scoop my hands under this mass and raise it then flip it up and over my head, only to have it instantly return. I can sense this spirit or whatever thinks my efforts are amusing. I do not think it laying on me is very funny. I'm not afraid, just annoyed...maybe a wee bit apprehensive. In the midst of what I'm doing, I remember it having visited me not so long ago and us having gone through these same motions. I see a memory of the event[1]. I repeat the flipping process three more times before it decides to leave. In the dream--though it felt as if I was awake--I sit up and think that I must try to visualize a white light of protection. I awake. I don't look at the clock but am certain it's very close to noon because I had awakened a few minutes earlier and looked at the clock and it was shortly before 12. Felt very real.

NOTES

—[1]—

Consciously I am unaware that this is a repeat occurrence but it is quite possible that it had happened and I merely drifted back to sleep.