Monroe-style sleeper class

[manuel]

that's deep alright, very facinating, thank you.

[Selski]

Huwie

Thanks for sharing that.  Very interesting and well-written.

It brings to mind a dream I had a while ago.  

I was involved in some way in the death of an older woman (in her 70s).  I don't know whether it was actually me that killed her, but I was certainly involved in that I knew who had killed her and kept quiet about it.  

The overriding emotion during the dream was guilt.  I had been living with this guilt for years and years and had never told anyone.  And I knew that I couldn't tell anyone, especially now, as it was too late.  I felt so bad.  It was so real - I had made this one mistake in my life and was living with it for the rest of my life.  The guilt was almost unbearable.

It was a strange and unusual dream for me, which is why I remember it still.  I believe there is a message for me - possibly not to kill anyone!! (Something I have no immediate plans to do anyway) []  Seriously, I don't know what that message is, perhaps to do with keeping secrets locked away.

But it had that same "learning quality" that yours appears to have.  Interesting.

Hi ho.

Sarah

[Nick]

Hi Huwie,

Thanks for sharing that as I can relate. There have been a few dreams that I've had wherein I've found myself in a military combat situation. Like you, I have no taste for consciously doing such a thing. Odd then, about the dream. The only way I could figure it was that it related to some stress situation at work going on at the time.

For my part, the work environment (trial attorney in criminal court) related to the dream because both are a 'combat' environment. That is, the courtroom and the dreamscape. However, these dreams can really make your head spin when you try to figure them out.


Very best,
Nick

[Huwie]

Hi there.

Manuel - you're very welcome. []

Sarah - Whilst I can only guess at what led you to attending that particular class (which is what I'm convinced things like this are), it definitely served a purpose, didn't it?  These things tend to be a little bit more than the 'average dream'.  Did you, like me, strongly intuit that you were actually meant to be learning something?

Nick - I agree, things like this are quite puzzling.  As I just said in my message to Sarah however, in this specific case I'm almost positive I was meant to learn what I learned about being in a combat situation.  This is why I so strongly believe that it was a sleeper class.  I wish Robert Monroe had written more about them in his books...or that I could project at the incredible level he was able to achieve, so I can find out for myself. [|)]

Thanks for your comments, everyone.

[Nay]

Could you elaborate on the "sleeper class"?  Even though I've read some of his books, this doesn't ring a bell.

I've spoke of my many experiences of being a soldier in the forums.  I found that I came away from these experiences with a bigger outlook if you will.  I gringe to repeat my experience of one in paticular, because I've talked about it so much..lol and don't want to bore the populous.  It left me thinking.."what is war all about and why are we doing it?"  Yet...it left me with a feeling of..it had to be done.

Great experience Huwie, thanks for sharing!

Nay

[Huwie]

You're welcome, Nay. []

To answer your question about sleeper classes...actually, I don't think it's a new idea.  I'm sure I've heard other people say that we go places in our dreams to learn lessons, learn from mistakes etc.  Monroe was quite specific though.  He didn't say how often we attend the classes, but does say that it happens to all of us a great deal.

Being the expert that he was, he was able to attend classes whilst conscious (and projecting, of course).  He doesn't go into too much detail in the books (I think Far Journeys contains the most info, if memory serves), but he definitely recounted one time when he visited one and someone (the "teacher") recognised him.  The teacher offered Monroe a chance to sit a lesson even though he thought that he (Monroe) didn't really need it.  Sadly, I can't remember what the specific lesson was right now.

[Nay]

Ahhhh..yes, I know what you are talking about now!  Yes, I've been in many sleeper classes as well. []

I use to be really afraid of going fast and flying, then I started finding myself in dreams that dealt with the promblem and they gradually built up to me loving to fly!  I knew they felt like a some kind of course.  Very cool indeed. []

Thanks

Nay

[Huwie]

Whilst asleep a few nights ago, I believe I attended a "sleeper class" that Robert Monroe talked about.  I'd like to tell the story here.

Here's something important to bear in mind first, though: Despite being a pacifist, occasionally I'll find myself reading a book or playing a game about war or violence and can't help but be sucked into the military mindset for a while.  You know, thinking a certain powerful gun is "cool" or whatever.  I'm sure everyone knows what I mean.  So with that in mind, on with the story...

"In my dream I was a soldier in the British army and I was in a mission zone with one of my friends from the Motherland (I'll call him M). We had some downtime and were spending it with a very nice family. There were four beautiful daughters and we were (obviously) spending most of our time with them. Things were progressing rather nicely I thought. However, after a day or two we got the call - a mission was about to get underway and we were needed.

It seems that some kind of military force was threatening the area. Our mission was to hunt the force and eliminate them. M and I tooled up in preparation. Boy, did we tool up! We were carrying at least two large guns each. I had some kind of modern automatic rifle and a huge sniper rifle. I was also carrying god-knows-how-many grenades and various other things. Most of our equipment (including the gun not being wielded) was carried in bags.

As we set out on the hunt, we passed by the family we had been spending time with at a distance of about 50 yards. They were waving at us, and as I looked at the girls the dream stopped being exciting; the knowledge that if we failed our mission this family and everyone else in the area would certainly die kicked in like a boot to the head. The smile faded from my face very quickly and I immediately felt nauseous. Onward we marched.

We approached a very large house and met up with a few other soldiers who were on the mission with us. The officer in charge - a woman - started issuing orders to split up and search the building; this was where the enemy were thought to be hiding. We began the search. After several uneventful minutes of fruitless searching, the four or five of us met up in a kitchen at the rear of the house that had a door leading outside. Our officer - indeed, all of us - were frustrated with our failure to find the enemy. M and I moved outside to continue the hunt, and I have no idea where the others went.

I'll be honest here. Despite the consequences of failing the mission, I really didn't want to find anyone. I was scared. Close to terrified actually. The sniper rifle I was holding was pretty heavy, a lot heavier than I had expected it to be. Its terrific length made it very unwieldy, too. I was not looking forward to conflict, but I couldn't stop thinking about those lovely girls and the fact that they were depending on us for protection, so onward we went.

I can't remember much else, but one event will probably haunt me for quite some time. Cresting a small hill, M and I spotted another house about 100 yards away. There was a soldier standing on the path that ran by it. Amazingly, I managed to keep my muscles under control and took aim. I was embarrassed by how long it took me to get the gun into a firing position. The eyepiece of the rifle's scope had a pretty small diameter and it was difficult to look through it. Eventually I got it right - it must have only taken 5 seconds in all, but in a combat situation that just can't be good - and trained the crosshair on the soldier. I couldn't make out whether the soldier was friendly or hostile. M wasn't sure either, and while we were trying to figure it out the soldier turned toward us and spotted us. Just as I was deciding whether or not to pull the trigger, my dream ended.

It was harrowing. The lesson I learned is that there's nothing glamorous about war or combat whatsoever. And despite what I may think about the 'common squaddy', I now have a bit more respect for soldiers. Going into warzones must be absolutely petrifying and I'm glad I'll never have to do it. I'll remember this dream for a long time."

...so there you have it.  The reason I believe it was a sleeper class was that, if you were paying attention while reading my preamble, hehe, you'll see that I was clearly taught a valuable lesson.

Opinions will be gratefully received. []