My dream experiences - are they real or .....dreamed?

[JaxV]

Hi, I am new here, this is my first post *waves*

It looks like a great forum, I found it while looking for an explanation of some kind for my dream experiences.

I'll start from the beginning if I may...

When I was a child, I remember having extremely lucid dreams. The earliest I remember is about aged 5 or 6. I would fall asleep believing that I had absolute power and control over my dreams, and could do anything I wanted. I dont remember when or how I came to that conclusion. But anyway, I would always start off at the top of a flight of outdoor steps or standing on a roof and would begin to fall...at that point I would become aware of the dream and that if I didnt do something quick, I was going to wake up from it. I would concentrate really hard and point my arms up to the sky, almost in a superman type pose, and take off. I vividly remember the feeling of exhiliration and freedom as a flew around above everything, knowing it was cold but not feeling it...always night time....not going anywhere in particular but just enjoying the flight. I always felt like I was alone..not sadly, just solitary..and no-one below could see me. Then it would start to get light and it was like the approaching dawn was my cue to return, and I hated this bit as I was no good at landing! I would tumble through the air, arms and legs flailing, starting to panic slightly as I got closer to the ground and then I would wake up. It always seemed perfectly normal and other kids I talked to said they could fly in thier dreams too.

Then when I was about 11, I was flying along the beach and enjoying the way the moon was shining on the sea, when I noticed a woman staring up at me. I was shocked she could see me, and got a little closer. She screamed and dropped a bag she was carrying, and ran off down the beach. I then began to land and woke up, feeling very confused and sad that I had scared someone. I still remember the look on her face 23 years later. Was it real? Does a woman from my hometown tell a story of how she saw a flying child on the beach one night? Did she think I was a ghost? Or was it just a dream?

It wasnt long after that, I had a dream that saved my life. The flying had begun to fade, it only happened about once every couple of months as opposed to almost every night, and instead my dreams had become more "normal" and less lucid...but still very vivid. I still saw my dreams as a big part of life. I had a dream that I was on the school bus (a red British double decker like in Cliff Richards Summer Holiday lol) and sat in my usual seat on the top deck, front left seat next to the window. I was chatting to my best friend as normal when in slow motion, I turned to see a large bough of a tree hurtling towards us, smashing the window in front of me, and then an intense white light and buzzing noise. I woke up from the dream more scared than I had ever been about anything. I knew I musnt be on the bus that day. I faked sickness and as I was a model pupil my mum had no reason to suspect I was faking, and let me stay off school. That morning, the bus driver was distracted as waving to a friend and the bus mounted the kerb, hitting a bough of a tree overhanging the road. No-one was hurt beyond some bruises and minor cuts from the shattered windows, but the seat where I would have sat...empty as it was "my" seat...was mangled.

After this I took a huge interest in dreams, phsychic abilities, the paranormal and spiritualism. My dreams continued to be predictive, but nothing as major as that again...just small details. Colours, numbers, conversations. For example, when I was a young teenager I dreamt that a boy I liked at school gave me a box of maltesers and all I could think about what his tie being crooked. The next day at school, he gave me a box of maltesers and later that day, was told of in class for his tie being messy and crooked! Nothing major, nothing life changing, but enough to make me a believer in the power of the mind and drreams.

Again, this started to fade and by the time I had left school, gotten married and had children...it was gone. I still had vivid dreams and always interpreted them as best I could..using them as a tool to see what was going on in my subconscious...but I stopped having predictive dreams and it had been years since I had flown. I guess sometimes life takes over and we forget how to listen and how to reach for the sky.

15 years passed, of a hard life. I survived, and I am a strong independant woman for it, but it was tough. I never lost my interest in the spiritual, paranormal and psychic, and stayed on that path...but the dreaming was different. Still vivid, always meaning something and always a big part of my life...just no more magic to it.

And then I found real happiness when I met my fiance 4 years ago, I moved from Kent to Wales and settled into a much more peaceful, content and balanced life.

And I am flying again!!!!

It has only happened a handful of times over the last couple of years, but eachtime I have woken up with an overwhelming sense of freedom and peace...it really can put me on a high for days afterwards. I still launch in the same way from steps or roofs, and still have problems landing lol, but its just how I remember it when I was a child.

Then sunday night just gone something very strange happened, which brings me to this late night trawl of the internet looking for answers.

I went to bed a lot more tired than normal...we had just returned very late in the night from a 4 day break, which had involved a lot of walking and a lot of drinking and I had to be up at 5am for work. I was exhausted and almost as soon as I lay down in bed I was asleep. Next thing I know, I'm running along a long marble corridor, but im running like a big cat using my arms as front legs. I thought to myself, this is odd but I like the feeling, its almost like flying...and then I was aware of dreaming. I realised I wasnt on top of any steps or a roof, and I had never tried launching from the floor before, but it was worth a go. I tried to leap like a cat into the air, and all of a sudden there was something I have never experienced before...this almighty whoosh that seemed to set my whole body buzzing...and then this loud humming, but not humming..its hard to describe. I woke up immediately and sat up in bed, my partner was still awake and asked what was wrong, I just started laughing and said it was a crazy dream. I tried to go back to sleep..I really felt like I had experienced something almost amazing, and if I could just get back to that point I could try again...but it didnt come. I was asleep again in minutes but my dreams were just normal...still vivid...but normal.

I have read about that moment...like a seperation of the spirit from the body...and have always wanted to experience it...but is that what it was? Did I dream it? Its not like a completely unknown to me as I said, I have read about it....so could I have just dreamt about the experience? It felt so real to me and I cant stop thinking about it. I have tried to go to sleep thinking about it and willing it to happen again, but nothing.

So anyway..if you have read all of that I thank you very much...I am sure my experiences are dull to some lol...but any feedback and/or advice would be very much appreciated! I am 34 now and feel it is time I began to really understand all the experiences I have had!

[CFTraveler]

Define real.

[JaxV]

Lol, good answer..but in this context I mean real as in a genuine experience, or dreamed as in a hotch potch of images and emotions conjured up purely in my mind as a I sleep.

[Stookie]

Welcome to the Astral Pulse JaxV!

That was very interesting to read. Those experiences obviously stuck with you. As far as the reality of the experience... who knows. Could be. Half the fun is using the curiosity to explore and try to figure it out. We've got a lot of great tips around here if you're not sure what to do or how to induce it yourself.