Stepping Out Into Dreams Part 3

[minnie]

A WALK IN THE FOREST





Vintage photo of 19th century Dutch Police. This is how the tall, confidence inspiring police officer looked in my dream.




(recorded May 27th, 2009) Last night I had a dream that stuck with me. It was a stuffy kinda night, with fierce thunderstorms over the Netherlands. I felt my dream spirit collected out of my body and bedroom, and taken to a very dark forest with hills, trails lead upward.


(My town actually has forests like this surrounding it.)


On the trail there were many people like me, being led into the forest by a tall, confidence inspiring, uniformed police officer. He seemed intent on 'investigating' a UFO sighting deep in the forest, yet was leading lines of folks taken (?) up the trail toward the aliens. Before heading out on the slope with the big cop, I seemed to step through a glass door.


In the forest I seemed to get many complex explanations, most of which I was only allowed to consider DURING the dream, but was supposed not to remember afterwards. I was shown, telepathic images flashing, the aliens were making inverted copies, or negatives, of human minds. Making 1 copy of a whole human mind was unwieldy info, even for their tech, so they made about five perfect copies of five distinct parts of each mind which I saw as black reliefs.





On the trail there were many people like me, being led into the forest.




These spaceguys were much into psychological 'management' of human clients. I tended to get terrified, as I began grasping the meaning of the forest scene, the line of apparent abductees moving up, and a presumed craft with aliens waiting overhead. But I felt a tremendous effort on their part to dampen any fears, care taken not to show their facial features or mode of transport. They knew the terror-triggers and worked hard at avoiding them. I felt an immensely powerful impulse to 'limit my aggression' and to 'relinquish control' to the aliens.


At that point I became conscious my mind was being f*ked with (excuse my Lithuanian), and I struggled, intensely renegotiated these terms of abduction. I insisted........(here I woke up, and while awake pushed AGAINST the alien mind control. I deliberately decided indeed I was not going to harm another life form unless they harmed me first, but I wouldn't let anyone manage/control my mind. Then I got up, walked though our home, splashed lots of cold water over my face and arms and returned to bed.).......As I began to drowse off, the negotiation continued, as did the alien dream. These ET-folks were doing some explaining, suggesting they didn't want me for my bod (the foools!!), nor for my soul or 'feeding off me' but for my mind content only. I had the notion they were busy copying live human minds while they had the opportunity. Maybe they thought such info would not be available in the future.


These were the 'nice' guys, perhaps of the type referred to by experiencers contacted by benevolent ET’s, meaning us no harm. They were all business, though, getting a job done. As a matter of courtesy, they routinely looked at the physical health of their clients, providing some tuning up/correction to the body if necessary. I worried about that for a moment, because as a Christian Mystic I'm not allowed to accept 'healing' from a demonic entity. But I got the intuition these were neither demons or angels or 'gods'. They just worked here, and did their thing (whatever)!


Once deeper into the forest, it was WOOOSH straight up, there was a small room, a meeting with the aliens. But in order to calm me, they 'deleted' their physical appearance from the dream. I seemed to converse with them, but when looking around I seemed to be the only one in there.


I must have been returned, when I woke up fairly early, I felt unexpectedly refreshed, much of the aches and pain of the previous workday gone. (I had been going up stairs and ladders, carrying heavy stuff, and being rewarded a hellish backpain for it!)


I got the sense they left the rest of my family alone (..and later was given no indications I was wrong about this…).


The last things I recall are that these ETs believed human history is the physical expression of their thoughts. I also got the impression they prefer me to cut down on the booze (for health), I'm not pleased with that at all...





I tended to get terrified, as I began grasping the meaning of the forest scene, the line of apparent abductees moving up, and a presumed craft with aliens waiting overhead.



STEPPING OUT INTO THE GARDEN





I dreamt I was in our garden, while my living relatives and ancestors of past generations were there with me. An intense meteor shower directly came at us, multicolored burning droplets, white and red streaking past.




Around three o’clock in the morning of September 1st, I fell asleep with the rest of my family close at home, and I dreamt I was out at night in the garden, putting out the cats for some hunting and playing, while my living relatives and ancestors of past generations were there with me. An intense meteor shower directly came at us, small multicolored burning droplets, white and red streaking past, so close I stepped aside twice in order to avoid getting hit.





I dreamt I was taken on a visit to a place looking like an idyllic meadow and grove covered landscape in midsummer: to enter there I had to change shape, to a white unicorn.




As we wisely began taking shelter, and reenter the house, my grandmother, who has passed on some time before, to my bafflement, started acting out a description from a specific topic I had responded to online. Startled, I woke up, realizing the real spirit of my grandmother would not do something like this: this was an unknown entity conveniently using the mask of my granny to make my acquaintance.


As I began to doze off again, really NEEDING to get my sleep, a face popped up in my field of vision, closing in tightly, confronting me directly. I got the feeling it was Nefertiti, not as the young woman she was in life , but presenting her death mask, with emphasis on the corrosive damage to her likeness, reminding me of how mummified skin dries and cracks over time. Again I shot out of sleep, alarmed and awake, and immediately said a protective prayer for my sleeping family, and myself. A spirit was making an introduction, I had no idea what/who I was dealing with, for all I knew I had ticked off some or other fellow World Wide Web user (I have that effect on people a lot, can’t figure out why lol!) who in reality was the head warlock/witch of a black satanic coven, now busy chanting incantations in unison to summon Lord Beelzebub himself, imploring that evil master to pay me a visit that would teach me to shut up once and for all, and leave me with a snow white perm. (In the dead of night I tend to imagine worst case scenarios.)





A face popped up in my field of vision, closing in tightly, confronting me directly.




In the dark, I quietly got up to pee, also needing an excuse to walk through the house VERY MUCH AWAKE. Returning from the bathroom, I felt reasonably at ease, and still sleepy, so I decided to return to bed, trying to fall asleep again. Nodding off once more, something simultaneously bumped loudly against (seemingly) the ceiling lamp in the center of the room, and in my left ribcage, within my body. Needless to say, I was awake again, eyes wide looking at the dark ceiling overhead, wondering. A little later, there was another bump, this time more like a single wing flap, close by to the right side of my bed. I was sure this night was promising to be a strange and bumpy ride, so I affirmed my prayer of protection (like I said, I’m an adherent of Christian Mysticism) with some confidence, and allowed myself to doze off again. Fragments of dream began to reel off, to begin with, I was continually presented with tidbits of food, someone apparently insisting I had some. Nothing foul or abhorrent here, so I actually consumed a little. But if some stranger, whether of flesh or spirit, starts pushing me to eat some, I tend to spit, and then spit some more. Must have been a funny sight, me kinda dozing off, starting awake, dozing etc. all the while busy spitting out whatever it was an unknown/invisible night visitor was just as busy feeding to me. In the end, I seemed to hold down at least some crumbs of this dream food.





In a dark, rainsoaked world, covered with mud, I was required to exist as a black-haired gorilla type creature.





The mud-dimension as it appeared in my dream.




Then the journey began, and I sank into a deeper world. I was taken on a visit to several dimensions or universes. Travel from one universe to the next was instantaneous. One place looked like an idyllic meadow and grove covered landscape in summer, to enter there I had to change shape, to a white unicorn, this was the requirement for manifesting there. Another dimension on this tour was a dark, rainsoaked world, covered with mud, where I turned into a black-haired gorilla type creature capable of flight (!), and I had to complete a set of tasks, following a weird logic belonging to that reality. The last thing I remember doing there was physically wresting with a soft-contoured, metallic monolith, I was supposed to manipulate and balance while slipping and sliding in the mud, expending great effort. I have a sense I was given a tour of many more of these bizarre environments, and shown how to act, and who to be when over there. (As I finally woke up, most of these memories were removed.)





While in the physical shape of a gorilla, I had to wrestle with a soft-contoured, metallic monolith, all the while slipping and sliding in the mud.




During the dream, I was shown an avatar of a user of a UFO-site, in exaggerated detail, interestingly someone else than the author of the topic referred to in the beginning of this dream. This, it felt to me, was the ‘client’ of the spirit visitor who was offering me this abbreviated tour of alternate realities. I couldn’t escape the impression here aliens were pointing out a user with two accounts, a so called sock-puppet! (I had no idea what to make of all this…)


I must have finally slipped in the far deeper sleep I so badly wanted that night. When I finally woke up in the morning, the dream journey came back to me with a jolt, and I felt somehow completely invigorated. Heading out for breakfast, morning chit-chat and starting the planning for the working day, I happily thought to myself: “This must have been one of those ‘well-mannered and INFORMATIVE’ demons! And I was just afforded a glimpse into other universes, awesome…”. I realized there had been a gradual change in my emotions, from initial fear, to going with the flow, to feeling OK and basically super-curious, waking up in the morning light.


Whoever it was entering my dream last night, could not be confused with one to trifle with, this interaction felt potentially dangerous, even deadly: powerful stuff. I have no desire for a repeat, all I wish for is to get a good night’s sleep!! (I will invite my family to read this dreamstory when the time is right, so not to disturb anyone’s peace of mind.)





This Irish landscape resembles most closely what the ‘White Unicorn’-dimension looked like.




NOW ENTER YOUR OWN DREAMS


(Repeated from Part 1) The simplest technique to access your dreams is by making it a habit, the moment you wake up with a memory of a dream, to grab a notepad and jot down everything you are remembering. Be quick, since dreams tend to fade as you return to wakefulness. If you’re one of those who dismiss their dreams, or even believe you hardly have them: try the above, and I predict you will find your dreams are just as vivid, weird and IMPORTANT TO YOU PERSONALLY (!) as are mine to me.


More advanced is the technique of Lucid Dreaming, where you train yourself to be more fully aware of dreams (much as you are right now, reading this), as they happen. Check out these links if you’re interested:


How to dream lucidly:
http://www.lucidity.com/NL63.RU.Naps.html


Learning to lengthen lucid dreams:
http://www.lucidity.com/NL7.34.RU.SpinFlowRub.html



minnie

[minnie]

On our last day of family vacation, I take a bite out a crunchy Koulouri, the traditional Greek cinnamon bagel, just before Dream’s End.




(recorded on March 3 2010) Last night a tall female visited my dream. A Beckham short haired brunette sporting a knee-length mauve tunic, stepped into the living room and warmly embraced me in a derwish whirl. I felt deep affection/friendship, and (...scene morphs to dungeon…) the lesson begins.





These mauve ‘Dierama medium’ flowers precisely capture the color of the tall female’s tunic.




Two visualization techniques are shown: 1. To change life course. And 2. To create/change matter. Both involve projecting a whirling ball of light inside ones mind/body, while inside the light-ball you must project whatever you wish to change.


Inside the dungeon, I was directed to go across a surface of ancient looking stones, and lie down on a large cast iron grille, to be questioned by the demon. This entity asked me three questions:


First, “…while you were playing with your mind, how about Australia being wiped off the map…?”
Answer: “I love Ozzies, and I want them to live forever.”





I’m taken into a dungeon area…





…and once inside, I was directed to go across a surface of ancient looking stones, and lie down on a large cast iron grille.




Question 2 and 3 were lost from my memory. These three questions had a Zen-riddle quality, prodding, testing for mature willfulness, as well as any spiritual/mental weaknesses. Show one’s mettle, kinda, plus self-awareness, self-control. It was conveyed to me the techniques taught were not meant as parlor tricks, or for foolish misuse.


As the questions proceeded in the dimly lit vault, a vertical beam of light, like a golden laser, started shining from the center of my body (laying flat on my back), near top of stomach, in Chinese Medicine called ‘Middle Tan Tien’, an energy center supplying our emotion, intuition, heart and (for women) breasts with life energy. The thin golden line cut into the cold air perpendicular to the stone floor. I’m given to understand this is where the power to change the world emerges, INSIDE ones body.





Showing among other energy centers, the three major ‘Tan Tiens’, the ‘lower’ underneath the navel, the ‘middle’ at chest level, the ‘higher’ at the head. According to Chinese Medicine the ‘Middle Tan Tien’ (near chest), supplies life energy to women’s emotions, intuition, the heart and breasts.




(…scene changes…) In a bus with other travellers during the day, I have to change buses while on a journey. Two ordinary guys, in their thirties, are talking to me. They explain the type of focus necessary for the techniques just taught to me, is analog to the mental focus and release prior to orgasm. They got a little too graphic, and I felt somewhat taken aback by being addressed in this (forward) manner. By strangers no less!


(…again I’m at a new location…) A Mexican looking police officer takes me into an old, white police station, where we use his computer. Calling up a file on a violent crime and suicide, he explains how people commit crimes, resulting in suffering to others, then progress to harming/killing themselves in the end. Root cause: a family group may accustom a person to merely one narrow, limited role, like ‘victim’ or ‘spoiled’. The real world demands we play any’nd all roles, however. These perpetrators fail to adapt and from pain/frustration they may act out aggressively.


(…last scene…) In a luxury, high rise hotel I’m talking with some family members. Liquid copper sunlight is shining through the slatted windows. We’re considering extending our holiday with one more day. Seeing some wonderfully crunchy Koulouri’s, traditional Greek cinnamon bagels, stacked on a cabinet, I make a grab for one, and enjoy taking small bites out of its circle. Right then I decide: this must be the last day of our vacation. (…dream ends, I wake up remembering, the dream was quite beautiful, emotional and with a sense of encouragement, I wished it would continue but had to start out for work…)




Here’s a ‘beckham’ short hair style, as shown by the tall female dreamvisitor. Dress is all wrong of course.





The dream was quite beautiful, emotional and with a sense of encouragement, I wished it would continue but had to start out for work (…now if I can get just one eye open, and paws to move, I’ll start unrolling this here yarn ball…Mistress will be SO pleased……!).




minnie



Topic first posted on ufocasebook.com.