I have a lifelong fascination with dreams and dreaming. A lot of kids had/have "imaginary" friends in their young years (something attributed to a lively fantasy and lonely disposition, but in light of new understandings of our multidimensional essence there's more acceptance of these "friends" as real entities), I didn't, but what I did have is an imaginary universe. I loved to sleep, especially in the afternoon, because I loved to dream - and my dreams were often extraordinary adventures with intricate plots and fantastic locations.
I still love to sleep in the afternoon and I always look forward to the dreams awaiting me. And I still have some extraordinary adventures. Some of my most memorable dreams involve some kind of interdimensional travel, time travel and film-like plots that I only understand myself when the dream is coming to an end. I've flown a lot; I've woken often in bouts of laughter or streaming tears; I've heard, composed, sung and played songs that are new to me; I've played instruments I really don't know how to play; I've battled demons and dark, scary creatures; I've wandered around war-torn, bombed out cities; I've been caught in the crossfire of gun battles between rivalling gangs; I've flown to different planets in spaceships; I've had multiple plots running through each other that seem unconnected until the end; I've had the most amazing romantic relationships; and it doesn't stop there. I developed, in my childhood, the ability to wake myself up from a dream I wasn't enjoying - this started when I bit the nose off a creature that was holding and squeezing me so I couldn't breathe. This was my way of dealing with nightmares. I had a dream once where I was in bed in a cold spooky castle and I heard Nosferatu (the scariest of all vampires) coming up the stairs to my room. At first I didn't know what to do, I was truly frightened - then I realized that I needed to make myself more powerful than him, so I transformed myself and grew to about 20 feet in height, my head touching the high ceiling. When Nosferatu entered he was just a little squirt of a monster and he cowered before me..."LOL"!!! I'm also an active lucid dreamer - not as regular as I would like but regular enough. In my lucid dreams, besides flying, I've explored instant manifestation, learned to run faster than the wind, tested the illusion of matter by putting my hand through solid objects, breathed underwater and had conversations with dream characters about the fact that they are not as real as they think they are. In one dream, when I became lucid, I called to the group I was with and said: "Hey, this is a dream... who wants to fly?" I then led them in the technique of levitation, but only 3 of us could get off the ground. Lately I've been exploring and practising techniques of OBE (out of body experience/astral travel). I haven't been succesful from a wakened state, but I've had two experiences within my dream state of moving beyond the dream into astral travel - in one of those dreams I was actually following a class in astral travel, applied the techniques and moved consecutively between Amsterdam, Paris and London, at one point being in a different century where the people were looking at me very strangely (it was sometime in the 18th or 19th century - no cars, just horses and carriages and muddy cobbled roads). This last year I've finally started to keep a dream journal, and taken more interest in the messages behind the imagery. From the multidimensional perspective, the realm of dreams is a real world, not just fantasy, not just the result of sparks in the brain, not just the replay of daily events and buried traumas. This is how I've always experienced them, and more so now as my understanding of consciousness and reality and multidimensionality develops. So... I'm going to open my dream journal now and again and share them on this blog - at least the "family" versions... the x-rated versions I'll keep to myself.
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