Occasionally I have an oobe during dreamtime, and am aware of my etheric body leaving my body and going to ships where I learn things, and yet I still cannot be sure if what I see and do is in another reality, or just in my imagination. I am indeed lost, and yet I feel privileged to have these dreams, and even more privileged that I remember a good portion of them. I am a fiction writer but have never been able to write Fantasy or Science fiction. I'm not interested in reading them either, so I don't know from where my night-time experiences and interpretations come.
Two mornings ago while ‘dreaming’, I left my body and walked out through sliding glass doors and into a field. A small space-ship landed near me and a human male, 6' 2" tall, alighted from it. Suddenly he was at my side asking if I was ready. I knew he meant ready to go with him into the craft. I asked if we'd be returning and he said 'No'. Our conversation was entirely telepathic. I told him I couldn't go because I hadn't found an opportunity to tell my loved ones "Goodbye". He said it was okay, that there would be future opportunities, and I watched him levitate into the ship through a portal on its starboard side. I stood feeling as confused as I feel in daily life. Should I have gone? Was I missing a great opportunity? Or was this galactic trying to con me? I couldn't discern; I still needed time to investigate, consider, ruminate. Maybe I just needed 3D proof.
I walked across the field, hoping to restore my sense of emotional and mental balance. It was a field where I have often walked in dreams, but I've never seen a space-craft there before. I walked on beyond where I knew there to be a stream, and up ahead I could see about 15 to 20 adults (including 3 who were friends of mine) and they were speaking with this same galactic who said his name was Zorush. I approached them and understood that they had collectively decided to board the ship, and so I decided to board it also, although not without misgivings. A friend assured me that I could email my family, but I was concerned that I’d been brainwashed or duped, and noticed that the urge to get on the ship seemed overpowering, like a drug. I was not in control.
When I got aboard, it was nothing like the mother-ships I've been on in other dreams, where there is always a guide showing me around. This time, I was expected to explore and determine things for myself. The corridors were surprisingly wide and I only met a couple of other people in passing. They nodded politely. I sensed there was a bedroom for me somewhere and went in search of it. Whenever I wasn't sure which way to go, a sign materialized to direct me, mentioning me by name. Eventually I reached my room. It was comfortable with a bed and automatic lighting that responded to my thoughts. There was a bathroom attached. I have been in rooms like this before during my dream-time and they are not all the same. In some, there is clean clothing waiting for me on the bed. In others, I’m directed to pass through a glassed-in area that automatically cleans me and my clothes without my having to remove them. This bathroom was the traditional 3D type, except ....
as soon as I thought to fill the tub, it was filled with pale blue-green water, brimming with bubbles and lightly scented. I began to remove my clothes knowing that I would not have clean ones to put on afterwards. Somehow I had ‘faith’ that they would materialize when needed. There was a mirror on the back of the door. I looked in it and saw that three small areas of my face had been replaced with a translucence. I ‘told’ my eyes to sparkle, and they did. I ‘told’ my face to become translucent all over but nothing happened. I was disappointed, but I got in the water and mentally turned on some music. It was “Bye-Bye Miss American Pie”. That was followed by something calming. I decided to meditate to see if I could get an answer as to whether I’d been duped or not. I was in that state for some time (10-15 minutes?) when I heard a knock on the door. I heard the voice of my childhood friend, Jenny, asking if I was ready. (I had seen Jenny out on the field with the other earthlings.) I told her to give me a minute and I’d join her.
Instantly the water was gone and my body was dry. I ‘told’ clean clothes to appear. Nothing happened. I looked in the mirror again. It was a bit steamy but I could make out the shape of my body, and all of it was translucent light, veined or decorated with tiny strings of silvery-white stars. I walked into the bedroom. Jenny was sitting on the bed and had gone through a similar transformation. Where I had stars she had tiny moons. She said, “I guess this is the new fashion,” and laughed. We went through the door and were instantly in a communal dining room. Zorush was explaining that we could have anything we wanted to eat; roast lamb, baby-baked ribs, chicken, etc. None of it was actual meat, he explained, but would taste as good as any meat we’d eaten before. He looked directly at me as if asking for my order. I telepathed “Fish & Chips”. He was momentarily surprised and said he had been expecting us all to be Americans. I replied I was a person without borders. He said I could expect the most delicious fish of my choice, and smiled. I chose cod. Zorush left the room.
Those of us left in the room were all translucent but some had very thin ribbons of purple or blue or green threaded through their beings. I pondered the significance of this and decided these were people who were ‘fully awake’, more evolved, 'true believers'. I looked for Jenny and noticed that she had one or two tiny flickers of blue that didn’t stay on or off, they simply kept blinking almost like a Christmas tree. I tried to imagine some across my own body, but nothing happened. After dinner we were going to go into the next room for an educational holographic film. I just knew that, don’t know how, don’t remember Zorush telling us. I was excited to keep journeying on in this ‘research experiment’ but something was still holding me back. My lack of trust? Or an intuition that was guiding/protecting me? I didn’t know. I could not discern. I asked if Arak was on the ship. (He is someone who guided me on a mothership in another dream.) Arak was young and therefore more innocent and more to be trusted, I thought. no-one answered and Arak did not appear.
Now another being was giving us instruction. I’d heard it all before, or rather I’d intuited it all before. I had done this in another dream where a man who said he’d once lived as John the Baptist walked me to a small village among green hills. When we reached the village, children came out to welcome us. They were spinning multi-colored orbs on their fingertips (Harlem-globetrotter style) and it was explained by my host that these were knowledge balls, and that I was welcome to spin one. I noticed that the children could make them larger or smaller, seemingly at will, and were laughing uproariously when the orbs grew big enough to almost pop. A child offered me his and I was soon spinning the ball of colored light on the tip of my forefinger. The ball held all knowledge and I could spin it faster or slower according to how much I could take in. It seemed to sense what knowledge I already had, and span very quickly through those parts. I decided to ask the ball if I was being duped or not. It said it could only give me the tools to find out, but I would have to judge for myself. I felt let down.
And now I was back in my room, hovering over my body which rose to meet me. I woke instantly inside my body. I was very hungry and realised I had not eaten my fish and chips! :) My next thought was that I should've asked for salmon because it is the fish of knowledge, lol.
Interesting experiences Star Flower.
I would go and ask those people I know that I saw if they remember dreaming of me lately. Then at least you can get some confirmation.
Yes Eugene, I had intended to email my story to Jenny, who lives in another country, but forgot. Will do that now. Heck, she will probably join us here. She is one of the few people who has never rejected any of my experiences. Maybe the only purpose in having this dream, is to contact her! When we were teenagers NOTHING was beyond our imaginations, but she is married to someone who would totally throw a fit if he saw her posting on a site like this. Well, I guess it's time for his fit. :)
Sometimes they come around later in life.
I was mesmerized by this account of your dream! Terrific stuff. So well written and the experience itself was so detailed. I loved the reference to the song, American Pie. It's an unusual song in that it's composed almost entirely of symbolic elements. Is it, by any chance a favorite of yours? I noticed, as a dream element, it tied in with Zorush's seemingly off-the-wall comment that he expected all of you to be "Americans".
Here's a dream I had. It doesn't involve aliens or space ships but it was one of those really long and detailed dreams that seem so "real".
I'm in some sort of a huge detention facility. I'm attempting to find a way out. I sneak down a long hall and pass a large open door. I carefully peek around the door to see what's beyond it. It's a large cafeteria, more like a military "mess hall", where many other people are sitting at long tables, eating a meal.
I rush past the door, hoping no one saw me, and continue down different hallways. The feeling is very tense. Eventually I see a large glass double door that leads to the outside. I hurry through the doors and find myself on an ocean beach.
The next thing I know, I'm in a helicopter, high above the facility and, looking down, I realize the detention facility was located on an isolated island.
I'm with my family (although, in real life, I have no idea who they were). I had just been returned to them after trying to escape from the detention facility. We're all sitting around a dining room table having dinner.
I look out the window of the dining room and I see a car come out of the sky (a flying, personal vehicle). It lands on the street, the wings fold up, and it drives on down the road. I'm quite impressed by this as I'd never seen a flying car before.
Then I ask my father a question (I don't recall what the question was). He says he doesn't know the answer but will check to see if he can get it. Then he makes a funny movement with his mouth, as if he's biting down in some way on his "MOLARS" (Back teeth. Note the coincidence about this at the end of this dream). After a few seconds, he has the answer to my question. I ask how he did that and he said he used (are you ready for this!) his "Wisdom Tooth"! It was a trade name for some kind of a mini-computer that fit inside his mouth and was activated somehow by the way he moved his mouth.
I'm walking through what appears to be a busy shopping mall. I notice people stare at me as they walk by. I don't understand why they are staring at me. I feel like some sort of an outcast. Then I turn to a large store window and see my reflection. I notice a mark right in the middle of my forehead. Somehow I realize the mark is an indicator that I was once a captive in that detention facility from which I had attempted to escape.
That's all I can remember of the dream. Now here's the odd "coincidence" concerning the "molar" and the "flying car". Sometime after having the dream (don't remember if it was days or weeks later), I got a call from the TV show, Strange Universe. They'd been planning to do a feature on my alien pin-up calendars. It turned out they would air it on Feb. 5th (I think this was in 1996 or '97) the same night they would be doing a feature about a guy who had developed a "flying car" and his name was MOLER! Very similar to molar! Pretty weird coincidence. :-)
Here's another weird dream that had a very strong emotional impact on me:
To give you an idea of the visual perspective, imagine you are out in the middle of black space, so far out that you can see the Earth in the distance and it appears to be only about half the size of a full moon. That's how the dream scene opened.
Next, another planet appears. For a few moments nothing happens. Then the new planet begins to "undulate" (best word I can think to describe it). The surface of it begins to "crawl" and "move" as if it's a living thing. Slowly, this strange planet begins to morph into a huge dragon! I mean MEGA-HOLD-ON-TO-YOUR-HAT gigantic!
In its full size now, the dragon is about 20 times the size of the earth. In slow motion, it's writhing around in deep space like some amazingly realistic CGI effect in a DreamWorks movie. Now, its gigantic mouth is opening and it's stretching its long neck toward the tiny earth. Then, in one huge "slow motion" gulp, it swallows the earth like an apple. Then the dragon slowly morphs back into the shape of the unknown planet.
For a moment the scene just stays there, one strange planet floating in the middle of vast black space and I'm in a state of utter awe and astonishment at what I've just seen.
End of dream.
I'll share one more. I call this one my Dalai Lama dream. It's really odd and I can't figure out the symbolism.
In a large room. No furniture. More like a classroom without desks. Several people have been partnered up into pairs and are sitting on mats on the floor. My partner is the Dalai Lama. The exercise we are doing is to strike our partner on the cheek with the back of the hand. It is important that the hand be completely relaxed, fingers limber, not at all rigid. I am reluctant to strike such a revered person as the Dalai Lama. But he is sitting there, looking at me, patiently waiting for me to understand what I have to do and he has a completely relaxed look on his face. This is all fine with him. Finally I strike him on the side of the face. He smiles as if to say I did well. But I feel like it was awkward, somehow not as "polished" as I saw the other people do it.
I'm up on about the 3rd floor of a school building. I seem to be with 3 or 4 other people. We seem to be friends. One of the ladies says we should all meet back at this spot in ten minutes. I say ok. I leave and find myself in the restroom looking into a mirror. But the body in the mirror is not mine. It is another man. At first I'm a little startled but then I realize it's ok because inside, at my essence, I'm still me.
Now I'm back upstairs where we're supposed to meet. One of the guys points out the window and tells me to look. He's pointing to the playfield down below. It is all overgrown with weeds and scrub brush. He is adamant that I should go to the middle of the field because that is where my transformation took place. He is excited because he says you can still feel the energy there. He wants me to go see for myself before the energy dissapates. - End of dream.
Lots to think about here! The 'wisdom tooth' cracked me up. I love it when I find puns in my dreams. I think you might have happened on a winner with this one, Gary. Imagine selling it to the Blue Tooth people, as the name for their next generation of hearing devices. :-) You could easily introduce such a 'wisdom tooth' into your next work of science fiction too. I love it. It has endless possibilities.
To answer your question, Yes, 'American Pie' has always been a favorite of mine, no doubt because of all the symbolism, and because of my memories of the sixties. The first time I heard it I knew I was hearing poetry. I read the lyrics again today to see if they had some meaning in my dream, but I can't find any, yet. Sometimes the symbolism in my dreams doesn't hit me for years. Or, it changes! I'm hoping others will post their dreams here. I can usually find the symbolism in someone else's dream but it doesn't always resonate for the dreamer. I immediately thought of Jesus "turning the other cheek", which is ultimately the biggest lesson to be mastered if we are to evolve as individuals or as a planet. I like that you found the most Christ-like being on the planet to learn this from, and that you were giving HIM the opportunity to turn the other cheek. :-) That is incredible. Your higher self was letting you know just how important you are, important enough to be able to help this master to perfect something. Cool!
I've had two dreams that featured Jesus as my friend/buddy. If I can find time this weekend. I'll write them out. I've also had a close conversation over lunch with the (now deceased) Queen Mum, and a couple of dreams with John the Baptist and one with Moses. A real-life friend who is a psychologist, said, "There's nothing like going to the top, when you want an answer!" LOL.
""There's nothing like going to the top, when you want an answer!""
LOL! Great comment. Would love to hear about the dreams of John the Baptist and Moses. By the way, that reminds me of an email I just received today. I have to share it:
JESUS KNOWS YOU'RE HERE
A burglar broke into a house one night.He shined his flashlight around, looking
for valuables when a voice in the dark said,
'Jesus knows you're here.'
He nearly jumped out of his skin,clicked his flashlight off, and froze.
When he heard nothing more,
after a bit, he shook his head and
Just as he pulled the stereo out
so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell
he heard 'Jesus is watching you.'
Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically,looking for the source of the voice.
Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot.
'Did you say that?' he hissed at the parrot.
'Yep', the parrot confessed, then squawked,'I'm just trying to warn you that he is
The burglar relaxed. 'Warn me,
huh? Who in the world are you ?'
'Moses,' replied the bird.
'Moses?' the burglar laughed.
'What kind of people would name a
'The kind of people that would name a
ROTFLOL. If the name Moses appears again within the week, we'll have Jungian synchronicity. :)
Why did Source create Rottweilers?
I loved this. I have a great friend who had the best Rotweiller named Winne. She is going to love this story. Her dog was gentle and loving as can be.