Amazing Dream Experience & proved...

[Indevalley]

I have been troubled by this experience for a few nights now and having great trouble sleeping because this experience was so real that I am now questioning all of reality...asleep or awake. I have heard of course of terms like lucid dreams or astral projections and though I believe in bizarre experiences, I myself have never had anything occur in a dream that shook me up like this did…

On Thursday evening i had a dream that I was in a hotel in my hometown outside of Boston. I currently live on the west coast, and have never been back there since i moved in 1984. I woke up in this hotel and was concerned because whoever I was there with was not in the room. I have no idea who I was suppose to be with, but I knew I was not alone. I decided to go to my fathers house (he still lives there) and see if whoever i was in the hotel room with was over there. I remember walking down the street I grew up on clear as day. I was wearing just pajama bottoms (which is NOT what i normally wear to bed) and no shirt or shoes. The ground was covered with snow. I recall looking at all the houses and noticing how many places had changed since i moved. Taking in all the sights as i walked, i eventually approached my Dad's house (which is also the house i grew up in). There were no cars out front and i was worried that no one was there. It was about this time i took notice in the dream that I was only wearing pajama bottoms and i was not cold. I actually recall 'thinking?' to myself, something is not right, how come i am not cold. I started looking around and recall even looking at myself from above. Looking back I can say that there were 2 experiences I was having in one dream… a first person experience and a third person as though I was watching myself from 30 feet above ground.

I walked up the stairs to my Dad’s house and noticed the front door had a hole in a pane on one of the glasses. I remember specifically there were 4 panes of glass vertically and 3 panes horizontally. This was not the door that was on the house when I grew up in it. I immediately assumed the glass was broken by my Dad because he has a bad temper and all sorts of things were broken growing up in that house. I looked in the window and my goodness… my Dad had become a hoarder! There were boxes and junk everywhere and I noticed a white sheet over some box or something. It was dark in the house and couldn’t see too clearly, but I noticed the white sheet pretty clearly.

I also recalled on the porch clear plastic… like he put it down for the snow to land on so he could just lift it and get rid of the snow. It was covered in snow along with some cardboard boxes.

On my Dad’s property there was another house he used to rent out. A few years ago it burnt down. I have not been back there since the early 90s so I have always wondered what the land looked like. So in my dream as I started walking back down the street I stopped and ‘thought’ Hey, why didn’t I look at the location where the burnt down house was?. All I needed to do was turn my head to the left and look across a little field… and I never looked. This set off some sort of alarm and I remember ‘thinking’ something is not right here. I was very puzzled by this and remember ‘thinking’ about it as I walked. It was then that I stopped once again and realized something was seriously wrong because there is no hotel in my hometown…so where was I walking to? I panicked a little like I was lost…or stuck. I walked faster towards the downtown area thinking maybe I’ll remember where I came from and I walked by a white van… all window… and 5 guys sitting in the van. I walked right by the van I looked at all 5 guys… I swear I could draw a picture of them. They never acknowledged me and again, I knew something was not right. I don’t remember clearly how I woke up or what snapped me out of this dream, but I do recall a VERY heavy feeling, in my chest / stomach area when I opened my eyes and for a better lack of description literally left like I was ‘pulling’ myself up from under my bed back into my body. I was sleeping on my back and it left like hands were around my stomach area through my back and I was pulling myself in.

OK OK OK… weird dream. What does it mean… blah blah blah. I just remember feeling like that was a CRAZY dream… I wonder what it all meant. When telling my friends about this several of them suggested I call my dad and ask him if he has a broken window… maybe I was really there. I scuffed it off but it really had me thinking for a full day. Finally I called my dad and I asked him what kind of front door he had. He described a solid oak door with a half crescent moon at the very top. I asked if you could look inside through it and he said ‘no’. Ok, there went that whole theory. He asked why and I started to tell him about my dream about the front door with 12 panes of glass and before I got any further he said, ‘we’ll the storm door has 12 panes of glass in it’. Storm door??!? We never had a storm door. I asked him to take a picture for me and this is what he sent…


EXACTLY what I saw in my dream except the glass was not broken. Same everything, AND if you look closely you will see it is messy in there AND what is in the middle of the room, a white sheet!

I told him more about the dream and he said in fact there WAS clear plastic on the porch but it was to protect his plants and it was covered in snow, and there were several snow buried cardboard boxes.

Now my reality is turned upside down…. Was I really there? Was I seeing something in the future, like someone was going to break in to my Dad’s house and the guys in the van are significant? Is it possible to really leave your body like that and ‘claw’ your way back in? It was a horrifying experience because I have never had anything remotely similar happen in my life and now I don’t know what I experienced. How could I have seen his front door and the sheet in the room? That’s not a coincidence and especially because of the bizarre feeling I had when I woke up, like I was coming back to life.

Full disclosure, I am going though a lot of personal stuff lately from losing my business to stressing out about everything. This has been the most troubling time in my 43 years… I know I’ll make it though, but I wonder if the huge amount of depression and stress can help create this kind of experience.

Like I started off this post saying, I have been having a lot of difficulties sleeping since this happened. I’m not scared to sleep, I just can’t stop trying to figure out what reality really is now. So I toss and turn wondering ‘what is this all about’. If we are not really bound to this body, why stay here? Again, I am sure these feelings are only fueled by my depression. Losing a business you spent your life building and at 43 realizing you have nothing left to show for it takes up a lot of your brain space. It hasn’t been a good year.

Sorry for such a long post… I am just hoping someone can give me some answers or advice.

Oh, and for the record… I warned my Dad to keep an eye out for a white van and make sure he’s extra cautious at home.

;-)

J

[Dezarae]

Sounds like a successful astral projection to me. Congradulations! Now you have evidence that you're so much more than your body and we never really die. You are your spirit! I wanna get really good at astral projection cause I live so far from my family. I wanna see them sometimes lol!

[Mato Kinze]

This was a Good Dream.

I believe it was a validation for you that you have the ability - should you choose to develop it - to work powerfully in The Dreamtime.

If you can force yourself to do something that your dream self doesn't necessarily "want" to do - such as looking at the field you mentioned - you can force yourself into lucidity. Once you are lucid in the Dreamtime, you become very potent.

Accepting this and practicing it are at the core of many Medicine Teachings.