Portal to Another World

I don’t remember entirely this dream, but since it was the second of the same nature this week, I thought I should write it down.
It started out that my Dad and I were in another country. Somewhere like Indonesia or Philippines, or something.  We were at a market, and I needed some cold medicine. My dad walked in and said “Do you have any drugs?!” He meant medicine, but I was like “DAD! You can’t say that here in the middle of the street!”. I guess the guy understood Korean because I asked for medicine in Korean. First I asked for headache medicine, and he didn’t have any, so I asked for cold medicine. He said wait he’d go get some. He had to go to another shop to buy them and I wished I had known there was a Yak Guk (Pharmacy) near, and I could have gone myself. He came back with a blister pack of medicine.
At that moment, I knew something was wrong. I knew we were about to be attacked.  They had been suspicious of us, and they were worried (even though we really were no threat). The shop keeper was handing me the medicine, but I could see in my eyes, he was waiting for someone on the outside to jump in. To protect us, I had to kill one of their people.  After I killed that one person, I killed several more. There were a lot of them.
I was running away, trying to escape, when a whole bunch of them came in with weapons. Clubs, knives… I was so outnumbered, someone told me to run up to the ceiling. I was walking along the beams of the ceiling trying to escape.  I knew I had to get out of this place. Somehow, I knew I had to get to a different land, I needed a portal. I reached into my pocket and found a magic bean. I threw it out in front of me, and jumped.  There was water below, and a portal had opened. I landed with a thud back in my own time.
Next scene, I was with my brother, sister in law, mom, family ect.  My brother said he had brought this woman in, and I had to go meet her. I realized it was a woman from the group of people I had just fought. WHAT! WHY did he bring her? I finally just escaped! I was so stressed and worried about going to meet her, and that she could hurt/kill me. I regretted that i had killed those people, but at the time it had felt like the only way. I looked back and thought, I had to kill the first one, and then after that I just kept going…. maybe I over did it…. I was feeling regretful, and torn about what I had done and what had to have been done.
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So the weird thing, a few days ago, I had a similar dream. Suddenly I fell through a portal or something into this different time and place.  I forget everything that had happened, but there was a struggle and fight with one group of people. The chief or someone and his people.  When they were gone, it was just me and this one woman alone. (I was a man).  She didn’t trust me, and I knew that. I didn’t trust her either. She acted like we might be able to live half peacefully, but I knew at any second she could spring on me and try to attack me.  I forget what else happened though because it morphed into a dream about us going to Cuba for vacation, and Cuba Gooding Junior working at the security booth.

Band Practice

Pre Dream: I was having a dream that my friend D had a radio station. I could hear it playing but not very well. My friend A said I would have to raise up the height of my wire or transmitter or something in order to hear it.  He found a spot where it was high enough and said I had to plug my buckle into it. (I know, weird).  I did and he said I would get the bill for data used later, so I quickly unbuckled it. Didn’t need the connection that bad! Now onto the real dream.
Alright, I had gone back to University.  I went to listen to my friend’s band rehearse. I was there with the guys, and they were singing and playing. I didn’t know the song, but I was thinking it might be nice if I could sing the harmony. Hmm… how do I do that? I wasn’t really sure actually. I started quietly singing myself, and I noticed that they were already doing a great job with the harmony. I didn’t know the words so it was kind of hard.
My friend, M was there.  And we were hanging out and having fun. He was encouraging me to sing with them. I felt like I would have been a lot more comfortable if I was playing a guitar and singing because I would have more control, but I didn’t even know how to play that song.  One friend J, nudged us and asked if we were dating, and I said “Nope!”, M said “I am man! Hear me roar!”. And he meant that he just got jealous when I was with someone else, that’s all, but he was kind of teasing.
It was time to go back to our rooms, and M and I left. In a reflection on the door I could see myself. I had a cute hat on and I was all bundled up. I was wearing slightly flared jeans. I thought skinny jeans would have been better, but I didn’t mind. I was find with my body, even though I had gained weight. M walked behind me, pushing me through the yard.  In a fun way.  I let him push me and kept my feet on the ground, like I was skating with shoes one.
My friend T came, and was like “What are you doing?!”. I told her I was skating, and going home. She said “You guys aren’t together are you?!” And I said no, reminded her I Was married, and that we would never be together!”.  M left, and T and I started walking together. We got to an escalator, and started up.  When we almost got to the top, a few of the steps started going in the wrong direction. We were like “What the…” and we jumped over and got up to the top.
We looked back and saw another guy stuck on the weird steps. He was trying to go up and he kept ending up going back down. I felt like we should help me, when I realized he was special.  He needed extra help. I guess we didn’t help him though?
We got to the elevator, and started to get one. We were going up but the elevator was going down. but we decided to get one anyway and wait for it to go back up. I didn’t push the button because I knew it would just delete once we got to the bottom. A weird short man with red hair and freckles was running the machine. He had his shirt unbuttoned way down, and his chest was covered in hairless freckles. He had an earring on.  He was about 50 years old. He reminded me of a man I knew, R, but it wasn’t him.

Past Life Memory Dream

Alright so I was hoping I might get a glimpse into a past life last night. I think I might have.
I can hardly remember this dream.. it’s so vague because it happened early in the night. I think I was part of an Indian tribe. I know that I saw the name of a tribe in my dream but I can’t remember what it was Sioux is in my head, but I don’t think that was it.  Anyway, another group of people were there as well.  I thought at first it was white people (I mean I thought when I woke up), but now I think it may have been another group of Indians, different than us.  They had the upper hand, and there was something sinister.They had more power or more weapons, or something.
I gained their trust and had them believe that we were obedient to them somehow.  Then when I thought the time was right, I had them distracted and tried to lead my own people to safety and escape.  I wasn’t fast enough and they turned and saw us.  I know at that time I had to use my bow and arrow to protect and defend.  Some of my arrows were flims like straw but some worked.  I’m not sure what happened next.
I was trying so hard to remember this dream that it got into other dreams. A friend R had posted something in a book or something asking for people to talk about dreams about past lives and I wrote about it there. It was weird because somehow I found a way to tpe on the page, even though it was a printbook. I held my phone in front of it and typed to send it to her instantly.

Help Crossing Over

This dream was really weird. It started out that I was goign to schol. I was still registering/dropping classes.  All of my courses were actually really neat and interesting.  I had one class open now since I had dropped one and had to find one to fill the spot. I didn’t want anything to difficult like math or calculus, but something interesting. I finally found one, and had to go to this guy’s weird office.  I went to his office and sat down at his desk.  I forget now what happened next. I feel like there was something about a ghost/dead brother.
Fast forward way ahead.  I was upstairs at my parent’s house.  My brother and I had kind of taken over the attic. (Even though there is no attic, and my daughter and I have actually taken over the basement in real life).
There was a girl there, and we suddenly realized that one of the girls there was a ghost.  I went to talk to her. She told me she had been dead for a while but she couldn’t cross over. She had tried everything and nothing had worked.  They had called me over because they believed I could help.  I wasn’t sure if I could, but I gathered my confidence to help.
I gathered my crystals and asked her to choose some. She couldn’t do it, so i chose a flat quartz and a very yellow citrine stone (side note, as I’m typing this, I can physically feel the angels touching my shoulder right now).  I stood very close in front of her, and asked for the other people to give me a moment.  A couple of other ghosts popped in and were all over me, one on my back and one too close, and I said very clearly “You cannot be here right now. You are not allowed. You have to go. Thank you goodbye”. And they did leave. So, I went back to the woman. I said very clearly “I call Archangel Michael, Archangel Gabriel, Archangel Raphael, Archangel Uriel.  All of your angels.  Please now, I ask you to take her back to the light, to home, to heaven.” I used all of my intentions and focus, and right then, she disappeared. I knew she had crossed over. I couldn’t believe it had worked! But I was so glad it had.
Isn’t that weird? It made me wonder if that actually happened. If I was actually doing that in another dimension last night while I was sleeping….

The Owner of Halifax

Okay I had moved to Halifax, and I had a resume prepared to drop off to an important company. I felt like I would get this job.  So, my old roommate Sara was driving me to the place.  It was down a street close to the waterfront.  Suddenlys he started going fast and I was like “Slow down”! and then I realized she was going fast to get through the light before it turned red. We made it. We got to the place and I was like “STOP!” shoot, we went past it. We went back and parked outside the building. I got my resume out and looked it over. OH for goodness sakes! I didn’t put my name on it! I was all dressed up and ready to go in but I couldn’t because my name wasn’t on it and it didnt look professional. I could see my name was there on one part but it would be hard for them to see it.
Sara and I went to a bench on the side and poured 2 shots of gin.  It tasted pretty good and I felt slightly better.  I thought we shouldn’t have taken a drink because now we would have to leave the car there and walk instead. Shoot.  I looked to the left, and the beautiful ocean/beach was there. I suggested we go there for a while until she could drive again.
We went back to the car, and I guess something was wrong with it (I guessed it was because of the check engine light). She had the hood up and she had put oil or something in it. Things were flowing around in there and she was investigating. I had NO idea what to do so I just stood there with my arms crossed. Just then all of the men from the place I was going to apply to came out. They were all kind of fancy, but they felt like they needed to help us. They were impressed with Sara and I was embarrassed to just be watching.
Then a very old man, very fancy/rich, tanned, and in a really expensive suit, pulled my arm and asked me to go walk to the beach. He insinuated that I was important and that’s why he took me, but that Sara had to stay and fix the car.  We started walking, and he walked over to these kids listening to a CD player, and he snatched the earphones away. Then he snatched the CD player away too, because he wanted us to listen to it (he had very poor social skills IMO).  Those to young people were like WTF, but one of them said “That’s Mr.___ (I forget). He OWNS Halifax”. So what I got from that was whatever he wants, you do.
So we started walking again. He said “I enjoy the beach”. I said “Me too”. He glared at me like that answer was not proper so I changed it to “I enjoy the beach as well”. he was satisfied with that. I had to be careful not to offend him.  I thought to myself it would probably be easy to train me to be more proper with someone as scary and grumpy as that glaring at me all the time.
We stepped down on the beach and I took my socks off. I ignored the glare from that one.  I was standing on a pile of sand and I started to lose my balance. Out of instinct he reached out to steady me, but I resisted and regained my balance so I wouldn’t have to make him do something out of order or touch my hands that had touched my socks.

The bridge and the jean jacket.

Okay, I was at an airport at first, and then I went outside. I was walking down the road and I saw a couple together. Then she got up and started walking away. She was small, young (Probably early 20s), and had really short shorts on. Long brown hair. She was a little rough looking and I realized she was a prositute. She called to a guy on a bicycle coming towards us, and she yelled out to him, his name was something Reamer. I thought that was a weird name. Anyway he tried to ignore her but she called him out for using her services before. 
 
Anyway I kept walking, and we got to a bridge.  I hung my purse and jean jacket on the rail, and walked over the first part of the bridge to look out. It was a walking bridge, and lots of people were just enjoying the view off the side.  I realized I had to go back and turned to walk back. I looked down and saw the small path I had walked had no rails and the water was moving quickly through. Holy! I was so scared to go back, I wanted somethigng to hold on to.  Somehow I got back and realized that I had left my purse and coat on the rail. Why did I leave it? Of course, a guy who was a friend (I don’t know who he really was, had stolen it). Actually I think he just stole the coat. I looked at my purse and everything was still there, phone, wallet, ect.
 
So he sheepishly realized he was wrong and went to get my coat back. When he came back, it wasn’t my coat. He went again and came back again with the wrong coat. Agh. At that point I realized this might be some bad plan designed to trap me somehow. I followed him anyway and took my chances. 
 
We walked past this big window on the top floor of the “airport”. It was looking down to the main level.  There was a stand off there! Somehow, kids had brought guns in and had planned a big shooting, but the people in charge there (police?) managed to get the upper hand. The kids were all laying face down on the floor. Other police came in with rope, tied it around the kids’ feet, and pulled them away. I wondered if we should not stand so close to the window, in case the fired at us or something. 

The New House from Dad

Okay first, I want to apologize. To you, and to myself. I have not been keeping up with the blog for most of the summer! I have still been having all of the dreams, and thinking about them, but somehow I’ve lost motivation to record. SO, the dream I’m about to write down was from last weekend, about 6 days ago. It’s still in my head so I will record this one for today, and try to get back on track!

I was on a bus, or in a car, driving through Avondale.  I noticed a construction site, between two houses, and saw that someone was building a house. I realized it was my dad building a house for me! My mom and I went in to check it out. I was happy that he was building me a house, but thought he started quite quickly and I hadn’t told him exactly what I wanted. I knew I gave him a blueprint example earlier to tell him it looked like a nice house, but we hadn’t even made any decisions yet. I really had hoped I could have picked out all the details myself.

So we went into the house and looked around. Oh it was quite nice! When we first walked in, it was pretty unfinished, but as we continued, it became totally furnished and everything. I went from room to room, it was so beautiful and spacious.  The ceilings were SO high and I loved it! It was absolutely beautiful. I suddenly panicked a bit that my dad may not have taken our budget into consideration and wondered how we would pay the mortgage. Oh no. I thought we’d come up with it somehow.  There were two livingrooms, and just beauitful decorations and furniture.

I went into one room, and there were about 100 rows of bean bag chairs, all going way up to the ceiling, like movie-theatre seating.  I started to climb up the bean bag chairs and realized that none of them were hooked it. I started sliding down the mountain of bean bags.  At that point, something weird happened where I was being capture by vampires but I don’t remember the rest.  

Animals in the Living Room & Rubicon

My husband and I had just gotten home, and in our yard a tree had fallen, it was all grey and old, and underneath it was a huge buck deer. It was laying motionless under the tree. I wondered if it had got tangled in the tree and died? But it was such a strong animal for that to happen. Had the tree fallen on it? My husband ran over to it, and I warned him to be careful, it may still be alive, and upset. He said “No it’s not!” He poked at it’s antler, and it stirred. I told him to run away from it. We ran into the house, and I searched around for some food to dive it. The deer came to the window (it was more like a reindeer or a caribou, it was so large), and nuzzled it’s head on my hand. Awwe it was so sweet! I found some carrots in the fridge, remembering that Sven liked carrots (Ahh Frozen obsessed 3-year old in my house). 
 
I gave the deer carrots and he gobbled them all up. I wondered if my husband would be annoyed if I used all the carrots, and then thought we could just buy some more. I’m not sure what happened next with the deer.
 
Now we were all in the house (but it looked different), and there was a bear in there! A young bear, and we were trying to shoo it out through the glass doors in the living room. We knew the Mama bear must be around too! Finally we almost got the baby shooed out, when the mama came through. We all got out of her way and she ran through to her baby. I feel like there were more animals. Oh!
 
Okay, then we heard a coyote! Everyone was really freaked out and worried. We were all scared because apparently it was a really dangerous thing to see. My grampy was there! I’m so happy I could see him! He told me that we had to rub soap on our forearms to ward off the coyotes. He said it was a certain soap (I could smell it), and that it would be similar to regular aveeno bar soap. You just rub the dry bar on your arms (and maybe shoulders). I spent a lot of the rest of the dream looking for that soap.  
 
I was in Shopper’s Drugmart, but where it was when I was a kid. There was barely any thing there for soaps, mostly decorations and things. I thought my mom would like to go there to see all the pretty things.  I think eventually I did find the soap.
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Later, I had a dream that B had performed a song in front of a lot of people and it was really cute. After that we went outside. It was out side at D&G’s house, and I was in a tent chatting to a friend. I looked up and saw a black plane flying above us. Weird. I pointed it out and it got closer and closer. I realized it was a black helicopter and it was about to land on the lawn. I was so scared, I ran inside as fast as I could. My friend started to run inside too, and I opened the door for her. Our dog tried to run in too but she hit her face on the screen door and fell back and rolled on the ground.  I ran in the house, looking for somewhere to hide. I jumped down the stairs, and watched as the man entered the house.
 
He was looking for D. She had ordered a fancy decorative plate and he was delivering it! Wow! It must have been an expensive plate for helicopter delivery. When someone mentioned that he laughed and said it was just his hobby. Someone said that D had spent so much money, she had to pay with Rubicon. Apparently, when something was so expensive, regular money couldn’t buy it, you had to go a level up and pay with the currency called rubicon. Weeeiiirrrrrd. 
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Meeting Rayna James

We were at a place, and for some reason, my husband and i were in charge of my grandmother’s safe. It was housed in a building, and it looked like a car trunk. I think it must have been in the bank. My husband was excited because he would get money, like $30,000 but I chastised him and said it wasn’t about money, it was about our responsibility to take care of these thing. We looked through the safe a bit, and noticed a bag with a couple of red necklaces in it. A baggie. Mom said they were for Aunt T, but she had died first, so I could throw them away if I want (encouraging me not to have to feel the need to keep things for sentimental value), but I said that I would never throw them away. I asked my mom if the safe was fire proof and she said yes.

Now, we were leaving, and as we walked out, Connie Britton (Or Rayna James, from Nashville), was walking by. I was too embarrassed to say anything so my husband said “Are you RAYNA JAMES!! My wife is the HUGEST fan of Nashville!!!”. She was so shocked and couldn’t believe it. She had never heard anyone say they were fans of Nashville, so I ran up really excited to talk. She asked if I had any thoughts on the show, and all I could think of to say was “Of course, I wish you and Deacon would just be together! But I’m sure everyone says that!”.

Her manager pulled me aside, very angrily. He said that in a few moments, she had planned to quit the show, but now I’ve complicated things. He wanted me to go back and tell her to just quit. Umm?? He asked me to get in the car with them for a chat. I was nervous, and knew my mom would be waiting for me. (Which, prompted me to try and call her for most of the rest of the dreams, but I couldn’t get the numbers right on my phone of course). Anyway, I got in the car.

I started talking to “Rayna”. She said that she was planning to quit the show and study art in Italy. I asked her if she was good at art, and did she really love it, and she said yes. Then she said that the love of her life was an artist in Italy, so she was going there for him. I asked if she was the love of HIS life, and she said yes. I told her that maybe he could move to LA, or somewhere in California, and they could commute to each other. Wasn’t the weather in California like Italy? I told her that she needed to follow her dreams, and do what made HER happy. But that she had responsibilities too. I reminded her of all the jobs people would lose if she left.

Next I said “I don’t believe that you only live once (the manager smirked at me in the rear view mirror, and got what I was saying), but you have to make the most of THIS lifetime, so with that being said, you need to find what makes you completely happy and run with it”. I was very careful not to tell her what to do, one way or another (even tho I wanted her to stay so I could watch another season of Nashville), and even though the manager wanted me to tell her to just go, but I wanted to be fair with what I said.

I guess at this point I must have gotten mom’s phone number right yeesh.
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I also had another dream that I was teaching an elementary class, but for some reason, I forgot to teach them anything, and we just played and did different things, and I realized a test for them was coming up. Oh no! How could I fit everything in to get them ready?! YIKES! And I dreamed as well that there was a big storm coming, and I wondered if it would be better to live in a big fancy tall apartment building, or a short 2 story one that wasn’t fancy, so maybe the wind and storm wouldn’t get it.
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Crooks in the House

This morning, in real life, I stayed home from work for a few hours. I woke up really sick, and I’m sure it was the supper we ate last night. I felt sick most of the night. Anyway, on to the dream:

I had stayed home from work sick (Which made me think this was all real life, since my dream was picking up where I was in real life). I got out of bed a couple hours later, because I heard something, I went out my door, and there was a woman, man and a young daughter standing there. They were really surprised to see me, and kind of started to apologize. I asked what they were doing but that answered something else. I thought that maybe they had come to look at our house to buy, and the real estate agent didn’t tell me, because she thought I wouldn’t be home. I noticed something yellow and gooey by the bathroom door floor, and I swooped down to wipe it up.

I asked again what they were doing there, and they said they were buying things. We walked up the hall, and I saw my computer was gone, our kitchen table, furniture ect. I was like “What the heck?”. The husband showed me a print out email or ad or something from like, Kijiji. It said “CHEATING SPOUSE, HUGE SALE” or something like that. I said “What is that! There’s not cheating spouse here!”. Then I realized it had been a scam. Someone had made it up to get people to steal our things unknowingly and pay them. I asked how they had gotten into the house, and they said ‘The door code” I thought it had to have been my dad. When we did renovations, he freely gave out our door code to anyone who needed it, which freaked me out a little.

So, I went out side with the family, and told them that yeah, we planned to sell our house, so maybe then I would sell this stuff. The amount the offered me actually wan’t bad, but I guess thinking back they weren’t gonna pay me, they were gonna probably pay the crook. They asked me where I got the kitchen set, and I told them we bought it at the local furniture shop, that it was the first time in our lives we could actually buy a real table and chairs and we were so happy.

Suddenly, the husband said “Alright, we can’t do this anymore, you’re just believing everything we say.” He started lunging towards me, with his hands for my throat, and I realized that it was THEM in charge of this, they were the bad guys. I screamed and tried to fight back, Somehow I grabbed him and threw him down on the ground. I yelled to my husband to run in and get the gun. The rifle. We didn’t have a gun but I thought it might scare them into leaving, and then I started running to me neighbours house.

I ran to their house and started yelling to the grampy that was staying with them. I managed to get in through the basement, and ran up stairs looking for people, hoping they wouldnt think I was an intruder and attack them. Lucky for me, D was home! Phewf! I told him what happened and asked him to come help. He jumped up without hesitation and ran back to my house with me. When we got there, the police had arrived, and the bad guys had been captured. Lots and lots of people from the village were in our hard, all lined up in about 6 different lines. They pushed me to the front of oneline, where I received a blue heart necklace, plastic. Everyone was receiving them, with various different colours. I felt a bit guilty though, since i Had left my family alone there while I ran away to get help.

Also, the weird thing, I fell back asleep, and dreamed it all again! Only this time some of the details were different. So. Weird.