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Hardest thing I ever had to write. Most painful dream of my life. My soul knew it was true. I was reading Astral Dynamics by Robert Bruce before going to sleep.

I woke up this morning(technically yesterday since it is nearly 1am) after a dream. I was considering driving down to my parents' to figure things out, but I would have let my emotions control me.

In the dream, I remember asking my mom, "Does dad ever hit you?"
To which she gave an immediate "No."
I said something along the lines of, "Come on."
She said, "Well, you know he used to drink a lot more."

That was the dream. Here's what makes it hurt. Damn. Having trouble.
One night I was playing with my Ninja Turtles and my parents were arguing. Damn. Hurts. Shaking while I write this. I remember seeing my parents struggling down the hall over the keys to his truck. He was VERY drunk and my mom wouldn't let him leave. I don't remember if he left or not, but I remember throwing my toys around the room. That's when I figured out I could break stuff. My parents told me later that I shouldn't throw things. I still do to this day.

I don't remember if it was the next morning, or some other time, but there was arguing as usual, and I heard glass breaking in their room and screaming. I sat quietly in my room playing with toys. I was about nine, maybe ten. After school, I get home before my parents, rushed to their bedroom to look for more drugs, and the window was gone. The room was thrashed. I called my best friend and said, "Come look." Bottles and cans everywhere, through the window, just a mess. I don't know what happened.

In high school, I got home one night and argued with my dad some more. He pushed me into the sink and stood there waiting for me to do something. I called the police and they made him get a room for the night.

He had at least one affair that me and my mom knew of, and I wouldn't be surprised if there were more that I just never knew about.

These were the most memorable arguments. Then of course there were times more recent where I tried getting him to fight me. I swung on him one night a few times but missed and went to the bar after punching a wall, and drank a lot while the bartender was wrapping up my hand.

I think the question now isn't "If," but "why?" Why does all this have to be? I can't even talk to him deeper than surface level. If I get mad at him, he ignores me, and then tells my mom how much of an idiot I am. That's why our modern arguments end up with one of us leaving the house for a bit. Sometimes I wonder if we should just duke it out, but one or both of us would end up getting hurt. I left over a month ago. I'm sure I'll be back, and then leave again. I'm used to it.

At 28, I wish I could handle myself better, but I have High Functioning Autism(Asperger's Syndrome), and am constantly drugged. Other people are always taking care of me. I collect a federal check every month, otherwise I'd be screwed. I do have my driver's license, and my own car, so I'm not completely bonkers, just slow.

I've been on medications or drugs(Even Ritalin[Meth] in the beginning until I tossed that out) of some sort ever since 9. Now, I'm taking Prozac and Zyprexa. Anti-depressant and anti-Psychotic. But for the last few nights I haven't been taking them. All the sudden I have this dream that triggers memories and tells me why I'm on medication in the first place. I finally figured it out. The doctors aren't as greedy as I thought only days ago. My insurance gives them $1000 a month, and in turn, I stay quiet and ignorant. Peaceful. It seems like every time I make a huge stride in resistance, life throws me something, even if it's just a memory of something. I guess life had nothing else to throw this time.

My uncle is aging, and stress is killing him. I've seen him get real upset recently about things that were mere annoyances in the past. He had a stroke at age 4, and on top of that, his mother drank during pregnancy. I've tried helping him in the waking state, but he's too stubborn to listen. How do I enter his dreams and help him? His room is next to mine. What oil/s should I apply and where on my body before I go to sleep? Frankincense I assume? Also, what is the farthest I can be from him during dreamwalking? I have connected with someone on the other side of the globe once after an AP of lust, but this is serious. I figure if I can connect with his pure soul, we can work things out better as it is my understanding that physical form is a significant limitation. I imagine him being a lot more expressive in pure form. I love him.

Thank you for listening, and considering my plight.

I've been meditating on this song the last few days. I won't try to explain it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6SrA95OK0Y

I have never felt so sure about a dream, without knowing what I am so sure about, if you even want to call this a "dream." I've stuck my toes in the water of astral projection, but this seems even more real...

I was up all night, and lay down around 10:30, 11:00am today. Sometime around 1:00pm, I was dreaming about a hippie girl my age, and I was smearing food on her face, and this was supposedly how people in that area told each other they love one another. Even on platonic terms. And we were crying tears of immense joy, and there was nothing but an air of divine love surrounding. My only thought was joy. We were the only two beings in sight, and just past the edge of the forest on the edge of a grassy meadow about, say, 100 yards by 300 yards.
While radiating genuine joy, she smiles into my eyes and says "Don't worry Doug, we all die some day."
The phone woke me up, and I feel different about this dream. It didn't feel normal. I remember it clearer than water. I don't know what this was, but something, something I cannot focus on with certainty. I really don't know. I feel something about this dream, that is so positive, I can't describe. Surely as emotional as it was, there is meaning.

So I had a dream one night after handling(not using) a miniature Quija board. I was in 70% darkness, and an eyeball rolls on the ground in front of me. It was brittle and dry. I don't remember if I ate it, stepped on it, or what I did. It kinda freaked me out. I've consulted multiple dream dictionaries, but there are so many varying possible meanings. Would anyone be able to interpret this one?

I looked up dreammoods, and a book I recently bought, but didn't find much insight.
I've had a dream of going to a sewer and finding a small group of people(6 or less) living there. I wasn't afraid, but felt drawn. Had this dream twice, once last night, and once the other night.
I dreamed of another camp somewhat recently, but this one was outside. I was walking through tall grass and found a camp in a clearing. IIRC, the outside camp had people I knew.
When I walked up on the camps, people were surprised, but didn't seem scared or defensive, as is with most homeless camps.
Can anyone shed some light on this?

Had a dream of a Rainbow Gathering last night. I've been wanting to go for a few years, but have never been. The dream memory is hazy, but I remember a dirt road with travelers coming and going, and everyone was happy.
I know this means happiness, but where? Dreams can be very metaphorical.

I had a reccuring dream when I was a kid, of a GIANT octopuss chasing me down the beach. I had the ocean on one side, and cliffs on the other reaching high. All I could do was run. Years after this dream ceased, I started hearing stories of Cthulhu. Anyone else have similar dreams? Did you run, climb, or swim?

I dreamed I was walking by a cemetary at night, and two evil hounds were barking at me from the other side of the fence. I think their eyes were red. I looked these aspects up, but with multiple possible meanings for each, the final meaning seems like a needle in a haystack. Was wondering if anyone else experienced something similar, and what you got from it. My suspicions are there are evil entities that are upset at me for my dog's remains being placed where he remains.

So last night, my projectable double woke up in my sleeping physical. As I was laying on my stomach, I couldn't leave my body before paralysis put my double back to sleep. This is the closest I've come to the exit in 5 years. I am excited, and know it is only a matter of days before I make an exit.

The vets we've talked with seem to care more about money than helping. No vet we've contacted takes payments. Only 100% down. After going to numerous vets that say he only needs antibiotics that aren't working, he appears to have cancer. Something that the vets haven't looked into. He is so sick, (growth on his nose, white hair all over his face that wasn't there before[he is only four], toe nails falling out) that we are having to put him down tomorrow. I'm asking for healing energy to be sent his way during transition to the afterlife, and to his sister Cali, as she copes with the loss.

I realize this experience fits into more than one subforum, but since it started with a dream, I put it here. For clarity, I'll be explaining in present tense... "I am talking with a stranger who is telling me he is sick. He might die." The next day, my girlfriend tells me her relative(whom I never met) is in the hospital.  Whenever I am in an emotionally intense relationship, I seem to be more prone to clairvoyance, metaphysics, paranormal events, and things that western medicine defines as insanity, delusional, or evil. The only thing that bothers me, is not having a place outside of Astral Pulse to share these experiences.

Last night I dreamed I was traveling down a road. A flat spinning disc of feathers orbiting around a mechanical core floated down a few feet in front of me. I couldn't tell if the feathers were turkey, owl, or hawk. This device spanned five to six feet across. I was positively happy as a person waiting on something in the mail. Can anyone shed some light on this? Much appreciated

So it's 2am now, Thursday 9/26/13. After this post, I will go and do a bit of reading, and relax. My intent is to reach the island within the next hour or so. I'll post results later.

A few years ago, I was watching the news, and the moon would turn red the following night. The next morning, I looked outside to a sky of muggy clouds. I told my mom not to worry because the clouds would open before the turning. That night we went outside, and there was a small opening that drifted over the moon, seconds before it turned completely red. Actually more like blood orange. It was by far one of the most emotional times of my life. The opening soon closed, but I was still amazed. Instilled in my being to this day, is something I can't put into words.

Last night I dreamt I was in darkness, and a crystal appeared. It had bright colors emanating from it, and a peaceful reassurance washed over me. I remember reaching for the crystal, but that is where memory stops. I now have the desire to buy a crystal.

When I was 12 or so, we had a giant trampoline in the backyard. I would jump on it for hours on end, and when I went to bed, I would relax and started getting vibrations. I would begin to think about flying, and would soon find myself flying over mountains and forests. I was fully conscious enough to know I was dreaming. Despite my post in the introduction, I think these trampoline induced experiences were my first conscious projections. I think confusion between these and the one in member intros, is due to the fact that I connected with someone and woke up with an instant message confirming the connection.

Hi all  I am using a television remote to type this introduction, so please bear with me.                                                                                                                                                                  I had my first(and so far only memorable) fully conscious OBE around 5 years ago. A close friend was in another country, and we began chatting about astral projection as a way to spend time together. One night after a chat, I went to lay down. After mere minutes, I was no longer tired. I sat up, started putting my shoes on, then turned around to grab my jacket and saw myself laying sound asleep. I calmly reassured my projected double that this is what I wanted, before going outside to have a cigarette. After stepping outside, I began to levitate off the ground, then shot instantly into the sky.                                                                                                                                                                         I immediately woke up in the physical world amidst full daylight. I rushed to the computer, logged in, and there was a message from my friend. She said she was sitting on the beach when I came up behind her. She then said we held each other for a long time in silence.                                                                                                                                                                        Roughly a year or two ago, I picked up the book Astral Dynamics, by Robert Bruce. I started reading it the other night, and am just now breaking into part two. Over the past few nights, my dreams have become more distinct, but not conscious according to my memory.                                                                                                                                                   My intent from here is to install more fully conscious OBEs into my memory and to learn.