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Collecting the dreams.

Thread: Did I Dream of Heaven? Open for Discussion

So I had a dream the other night that left me a little jarred. I should say that my belief system is gnostic.

It started off normally, but not pleasantly. I was walking down my street at twilight (it's always twilight in my dreams for some reason) and I got to what I though was the entrance to my tenement, to see a group of people looting the place. When I got in it was apparent that it wasn't mines but I spoke to the robbers and told them that what they were doing was very wrong. They just said they didn't care and carried on, so I told them that they'd get their karma and I left. I then tried to stop two people from mugging a homeless man but they pulled a knife on me and I ran down the street, and got to my apartment and the foyer was more like a hotel than residential. I left again only to see an ex boyfriend who began to follow me, and when I went to run again, I was hit my a car and blacked out.

Then it starts to get weird. Whe I came to I was in the back of a paramedics car, but the guy was really menacing and started telling me things like "you know it's coming." And started speaking in what I knew in the dream to be enochian. I remember a little of the last word he said, the syllables were BA -?- EL.

Then I was in a massive foyer with really ornate marble decorations, like a central bank or something, and there were men in normal suits and hats, but they were playing around with a machine. I knew instantly that they were angels and went to speak to them and they said that they were. They kept morphing into these stone suits, they looked like golems or old sumerian statues, and I asked them why "god" wouldn't help us, and they kept saying "it's too late, it's coming, humanity aren't gonna be around for much longer" and I got really upset, sayng that it wasn't humanities fault and they were being manipulated to act a certain way. I kept pleading with them to ask the creator to come and teach the people, and they just smiled at me and asked them to go with them.

When I left, I was given a stone suit and became extra strong, and went with them to see what they did. They kept dropping bags of salt, which I kept, knowing I could use it for something later on. They were dealing with really mundane stuff, at which I got frustrated knowing they could fix so much.

The second part of the dream was at a music festival, and one minute everything was normal and the next everyone was screaming and I blacked out again. Then the dream went trippy.

I was on a long rowboat with lots of people who had been captured going through an ornate stone tunnel, which emerged to ths really vivid colourful landscape, all grass and trees and rivers, it looked almost crystalline. The head of the boat was this really large muscly blue man, who I knew had no ill will towards us but wouldn't let us go. When we got off the boat I argued with him, and he got annoyed (but not angry) and told me over to a door in a crystal wall, and shoved my head through it. I was presented with an enormous conical mountain with a face, looked like something out of the neverending story but I can't remember what it said to me. Then I woke up like wtf.

Thought I'd share for the dreamtards on here.

How the hell do people remember their dreams in such detail?

Even if my recall is excellent the dream is usually so whacked and so weird that I have trouble putting it into words.

Just arose from sleep, a semi-lucid dream:

I was bored with all this mundane crap, just random meh, dream felt very musty and same-old, same old, a mundane feeling. Vague, boring images i can't recall in detail.

Just before I awoke I saw a cave entrance and received the words: "Or a whole new reality"

How the hell do people remember their dreams in such detail?

Even if my recall is excellent the dream is usually so whacked and so weird that I have trouble putting it into words.

where do i start?,here goes ,my youngest sister was dying with cancer so i went back to the isle of man to spend some time with her ,my other sister was with me we were staying in our sisters house little sister was in hospital she did not want to go into hospice .the hospital allowed her to come home for the weekend .so we made up the lounge for the 3 of us to sleep in,we had a great time at about 1,30 am we put the lights out ready to sleep,i was facing my sister and so was my other sister,little sister was asleep so was my other sister. a light came down to my little sister and i heard in my head a voice telling me to turn around and face the wall and that is all i remember.next morning i said to older sister i have something to tell you and she said i have something to tell you.my little sister woke up and gave us the rosary beads from around her neck back and said i dont need them anymore, after we seen to our little sister.so i told my older sister what i had seen and she told me she had seen someone bending over my little sister dressed in a monk.s robe..all my little sister said was that she was ready to go into hospice,little sister became so peaceful and died 3 weeks later.

I am posting this because perhaps you have had the same "dream". It felt too real though, very vivid.
I woke up from this dream. and I felt like I had not slept in years. Like almost drugged type of feeling, when I woke up:

I remember floating up into a very white ship. It had large bubble glass windows. and more than one. These bubble glass windows were huge. Then I remember being in a reception type of place. The workers looked human, but i was aware they were not. They spoke english, according to who they spoke to. I don't actually remember that they spoke "outloud" but thought transference.
They knew exactly who I was. They pulled my file when I was near the desk, and though they did not use paper. They had some kind of white tablet in front of them. It was a computer. It looked thick, maybe 2 inches thick, round on the edges. It was about 12 X 10 inches that is an estimate. It looked like something they used to keep medical charts.

I was disappointed that I did not hear her real language. She knew my thoughts. and she told me that this was so we could be made to feel comfortable. I guess I "asked" in my thoughts why I was here in that place. It was made clear to me that because of my prayers about my health, they would help me. I came to understand that is what they did. The "angels" or "aliens" or whatever you like to call them, this is what this group does. Help with the matters of the health.

I was supposed to follow one of them, I had the question in my mind "Is my family ok?" because I knew I was not near to them. I was assured they were fine and I did not need to worry about them, that they would not miss my absence in any way. It was understood. Thoughts were exchanged not words.
I followed one of them it was a type of lift like an elevator. It looked more high tech than an elevator though. I was taken into a room. and instructed to lay down on a type of scanning table. It passed over my body many times. It was a white machine. It looked like it had a camera lense scanner. It was a fairly large machine. It was about 6 feet tall, but it had moving parts so it could be placed over the body on the table. The scanner moved all over my body from one part to the other. I remember where it seemed focused more on my body. My throat, heart and my legs. I felt the thoughts of the person making the scan. They were interested in my thyroid. I do not know the results of the test. I was made aware, I would return again.
I seen alot of people there, they were going into rooms, some were waiting. No one looked scared at all. It seemed like the most natural place to be. I understood that some people go there once, and some people go there many times for treatments. Only those who "keep asking" will receive treatment. I understood that to mean prayer. I understood that our prayers are heard. That was all.

Seems like an appropriate thread for this.

I recommend this book/text if you can get your hands on it...

The Cosmic Game: Explorations Of The Frontiers Of Human Consciousness (Stanislav Grof)
[link to www.amazon.com]

Book Description: In this, his culminating work, the leading international figure in consciousness research masterfully synthesizes his vast findings, drawing not only upon psychedelic therapy and Holotropic Breathwork, but also from literature, cross-cultural studies, ancient mystical sources and psychological data, resulting in a profound consolidation and articulation of what is now known about nonordinary states of consciousness. The Cosmic Game discusses the broadest philosophical, metaphysical and spiritual insights gleaned in Grof's research concerning human nature and reality, addressing the most fundamental questions human beings have asked about the nature of existence since time immemorial. Insights from research into nonordinary states of consciousness portray existence as an astonishing play of the cosmic creative principle that transcends time, space, linear causality, and polarities of every kind and suggest an identity of the individual psyche in its furthest reaches with the universal creative principle and the totality of existence. This identity of the human being with the Divine is the ultimate secret that lies at the core of all great spiritual traditions.

OK, finally "finished" my thread...

Thread: Attack of the "KILLER ELECTRONS"!!!! Don't worry, we have a "Star Trek-style force field"...All Good...

Cool, gonna watch it!!