Dream recaps April 24-26 2019
April 26
Dreamed of a monumental storm that filled the sky with lightning, like the sky is one big Tesla coil. The city is set ablaze, so now fire is lighting up the sky while hundred of lightning strikes are in the sky at once. People were scrambling to find loved ones and get ready for the upheaval that would follow. I flee with just a few things in a backpack and no change of clothes. Churches and stores became community outposts. For all the intensity of this, it seemed like a normal thing to happen and no one seemed particularly worried. The location of this dream was like a cross between Arizona and Oklahoma. The day after the storm I had to go catch up to Gita's group of survivors. I wondered what the odds were that I could go back and live in our old house now that civilization had collapsed. As I drive, there was a body of a demon, like a classical devil, in the trunk of my car. I was craving m&m cookies.
April 25
I am having recurring dreams of metal being salvaged and sold for raw materials or sent to be used as materials for war. During last night's dream, we were being shown video clips of war scenes where soldiers were bursting into houses and killing enemy soldiers and civilians together without differentiating. I guess this was to prepare us for what was to come ( after waking up I wonder if this was some bleedthrough of ancestral memory). Dreamed of large gatherings of people in gymnasiums and school like environments in preparation for something. In another segment, children come running out of a red haunted house, fleeing from some cartoonish demon with long arms. I block its path and wrestle with it a bit. I realize it doesn't matter what I do as long as I maintain a cohesive energy within myself. It tires of tossing me around and runs off.
April 24 Second dream during nap.
In a church that is also a house, examining a map of a fantasy world , and I see some details that a friend has added to the map. While examining this detail, I experience the familiar tugging sensation and am pulled out of the dream into blackness. This is something that happens frequently during dreaming. I won’t go into the nuances of describing it here. As I am rocketing through blackness, feeling wind rush over my static form, same as always, I use the opportunity to try and sense if I have left my body. I can’t quite tell but I suspect that I have, but also sense an overlay of my body laying in bed, hence the fact that I seem to be frozen in a fixed position, which is probably me sleeping, though it is like I am flying through empty space. I try to summon light to see if I can and what happens, and hopefully stabilize. Suddenly I demand to “see the face of my Arcturian guide”. Why I would ask this or why I thought I had such a guide I don’t know. Ever so faintly I see the face of the “Diamond Purifier Buddha” which I had to visualize as part of a Buddhist healing ceremony I had participated in back in March. For this we were shown a tapestry of a traditional Tibetan deity, blue skinned with sharp teeth and holding various rattles and things. We were asked to study the image, then visualize this being during the meditation, but when I went to imagine it, what came through was more of a skeletal extraterrestrial. So, that is what I am seeing now. Then I find myself speaking a word that sounds like Aciathica (in a voice that sounds like parseltongue from Harry Potter), and I understand it to be this being's name. Next I am gliding toward the open doors of a traditional Earth church, like an ordinary christian church, but ETs are gathered among the congregation of humans, seemingly symbolic of merging Earth spirituality with the cosmic. I feel a deep longing and want to go into the church. I start to fly through the doors into the sanctuary but when I do, it changes into an empty church, a different place, much older, a place from earlier in history. This is a church from the days of colonial America. Then I wake up. I realize I must explore this time period more.
April 24
Dreamed I was rain, but at the same time a faint ghost of my form is standing in the rain, feeling it pour down on me. When I wake up it is raining outside. Later, upon reflecting on this I realize that the ghost was a way to toggle between two forms. In other words, if I had dissolved my form totally into rain, the experience would have been perhaps too much, but by being in both forms, the rain and the ghost, I could stand on the fence between a total transformation. I may be able to use this technique in the future to say, shapeshift into a natural landscape but also retain of ghost of my form within that landscape.
Later, I dreamed of an angry sea that destroyed a whole parking lot of cars by melting them with lightning strikes then swallowing them, dragging them into the waves with flooding. Many tornadoes can be seen over the water in the blackness off the coast. We flee and take shelter in a church that is also a pub. I’m trying to scroll through the news article printed on the side of a shot glass like a glass newspaper, but I’ve mistaken it for a touch screen. I forget where I am in history and wonder if such technology has even been invented yet for shot glasses. “Fuck, what year is it?”, I ask the person next to me, “2020” they say.
Dreamed of a monumental storm that filled the sky with lightning, like the sky is one big Tesla coil. The city is set ablaze, so now fire is lighting up the sky while hundred of lightning strikes are in the sky at once. People were scrambling to find loved ones and get ready for the upheaval that would follow. I flee with just a few things in a backpack and no change of clothes. Churches and stores became community outposts. For all the intensity of this, it seemed like a normal thing to happen and no one seemed particularly worried. The location of this dream was like a cross between Arizona and Oklahoma. The day after the storm I had to go catch up to Gita's group of survivors. I wondered what the odds were that I could go back and live in our old house now that civilization had collapsed. As I drive, there was a body of a demon, like a classical devil, in the trunk of my car. I was craving m&m cookies.
April 25
I am having recurring dreams of metal being salvaged and sold for raw materials or sent to be used as materials for war. During last night's dream, we were being shown video clips of war scenes where soldiers were bursting into houses and killing enemy soldiers and civilians together without differentiating. I guess this was to prepare us for what was to come ( after waking up I wonder if this was some bleedthrough of ancestral memory). Dreamed of large gatherings of people in gymnasiums and school like environments in preparation for something. In another segment, children come running out of a red haunted house, fleeing from some cartoonish demon with long arms. I block its path and wrestle with it a bit. I realize it doesn't matter what I do as long as I maintain a cohesive energy within myself. It tires of tossing me around and runs off.
April 24 Second dream during nap.
In a church that is also a house, examining a map of a fantasy world , and I see some details that a friend has added to the map. While examining this detail, I experience the familiar tugging sensation and am pulled out of the dream into blackness. This is something that happens frequently during dreaming. I won’t go into the nuances of describing it here. As I am rocketing through blackness, feeling wind rush over my static form, same as always, I use the opportunity to try and sense if I have left my body. I can’t quite tell but I suspect that I have, but also sense an overlay of my body laying in bed, hence the fact that I seem to be frozen in a fixed position, which is probably me sleeping, though it is like I am flying through empty space. I try to summon light to see if I can and what happens, and hopefully stabilize. Suddenly I demand to “see the face of my Arcturian guide”. Why I would ask this or why I thought I had such a guide I don’t know. Ever so faintly I see the face of the “Diamond Purifier Buddha” which I had to visualize as part of a Buddhist healing ceremony I had participated in back in March. For this we were shown a tapestry of a traditional Tibetan deity, blue skinned with sharp teeth and holding various rattles and things. We were asked to study the image, then visualize this being during the meditation, but when I went to imagine it, what came through was more of a skeletal extraterrestrial. So, that is what I am seeing now. Then I find myself speaking a word that sounds like Aciathica (in a voice that sounds like parseltongue from Harry Potter), and I understand it to be this being's name. Next I am gliding toward the open doors of a traditional Earth church, like an ordinary christian church, but ETs are gathered among the congregation of humans, seemingly symbolic of merging Earth spirituality with the cosmic. I feel a deep longing and want to go into the church. I start to fly through the doors into the sanctuary but when I do, it changes into an empty church, a different place, much older, a place from earlier in history. This is a church from the days of colonial America. Then I wake up. I realize I must explore this time period more.
April 24
Dreamed I was rain, but at the same time a faint ghost of my form is standing in the rain, feeling it pour down on me. When I wake up it is raining outside. Later, upon reflecting on this I realize that the ghost was a way to toggle between two forms. In other words, if I had dissolved my form totally into rain, the experience would have been perhaps too much, but by being in both forms, the rain and the ghost, I could stand on the fence between a total transformation. I may be able to use this technique in the future to say, shapeshift into a natural landscape but also retain of ghost of my form within that landscape.
Later, I dreamed of an angry sea that destroyed a whole parking lot of cars by melting them with lightning strikes then swallowing them, dragging them into the waves with flooding. Many tornadoes can be seen over the water in the blackness off the coast. We flee and take shelter in a church that is also a pub. I’m trying to scroll through the news article printed on the side of a shot glass like a glass newspaper, but I’ve mistaken it for a touch screen. I forget where I am in history and wonder if such technology has even been invented yet for shot glasses. “Fuck, what year is it?”, I ask the person next to me, “2020” they say.
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