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Hi All,
Had a funny experience this morning:

Woke between about 0400 & 0430 hours, was having an RTZ OBE, no vibrations just some fuzziness and the crackling crunchy gravel and Velcro like sounds.

Again I thought the cat was in the room with me as I felt something pushing or stepping on the pillow around my head.

It felt like I exited through the left hand side of my head, usual tennis ball sized dimensions, stayed out what felt like a few seconds sat next to my head on the pillow, and then I then blacked out.

I then awoke and walked over to the bedroom door to let the cat out, I pulled the door and it started to jam and stick on something, at first I thought that it was probably a stray cat litter stone jammed under the door (as it does!)

I pulled harder on the door and become very frustrated, I hear my wife laughing in the kitchen she is wondering what I am up to, we exchange a few words I tell her that I'm tired, I curse the door for being jammed, I soon realise that the plastic buckle on the shoulder strap of my rucksack has got itself wedged under the door and is causing it to scrape and stick.

Half asleep I grab the shoulder strap and rucksack and give it a firm yank to free it, frustrated and crotchety from being half awake I push the bedroom door shut firmly and get back into bed.

I wake up again at about 0600 hours and realise that the last time I woke up I was actually dreaming and the cat hadn't been in the room after all and the door was never jammed.

I felt a little strange the second time that I woke, a bit disoriented, anyway just thought I would share.

Cheers

S

[Dream 1]

Hi All,
I had a lot of dreams on Friday night, one of the dreams had a lot of talking in it and I woke up just after it to try and record the dialogue. What was said was slightly cryptic and a little puzzling but I had a vague understanding of the general idea of what was meant.

It was about 0430 Hrs in the morning I woke up went to the bathroom and then went back to bed, before I fell asleep I made the suggestion that the next dream I had would further explain to me in an easier way what the voice was trying to tell me.

It's one of the first times that I have experimented and tried to ask or suggest this after waking so soon from a dream, the following is an account of the first dream and the dream that followed it.

Dream 1
"I am floating stationary in a black darkness like deep space, directly in front of me there is the huge bodiless head of a youngish man of the age of about 35 to 40.

He has spiky blond hair and a stubbly beard he also wears glasses, he vaguely reminds me a little of a colleague from my work.

The man is here to relay some important information to me that I feel could also be used as a method or practice of some kind.

The face shimmers and distorts like a reflection on water, as he speaks his face contorts and ripples, it is difficult to see all of the details of his face all at once, he also appears to miss a few frames in his facial movements (later I realise that this reminds me of the television character Max Headroom from the 1980's).

He begins to speak to me and this is what he says:

"Imagine travelling at mach 30, so fast that your thinking has become like that of a Childs, 'slowed down' (there was some kind of emphasis on these two words), soak up and benefit from the atmosphere (this word wasn't clear and could have been ambiance or something similar) before the speed returns."

Here is the second dream where I requested a reinterpretation of the above one:

Dream 2
"I am in side an old style quaint French restaurant, I am here with my wife and we both sit down to enjoy a meal together, the restaurant is empty.

I take my coat off and notice that my pockets are full, I pull out the objects which include my wallet, some papers and a large chunky felt tipped pen, the lid falls off of the pen and rolls down some stairs behind me and to my right.

I innocently walk down the stairs in order to go and get the lid for the pen, the stairs lead me down into the kitchen of the restaurant.

Just in front of me at the bottom of the stairs is a stainless steel cupboard the sort that is used for keeping plates warm, there is another one to my left too. I scrabble around looking for the lid to the pen, I get down on my hands and knees in order to look under the steel sideboard.

I cannot remember if I find the lid or not as I am interrupted by the presence of a man smaller than myself stood behind me, I didn't realise he was there, he pushes his face up close to mine and starts insulting me with a barrage of abuse in French, his face is red and flecked as if he has been drinking too much.

I can't take in what he is saying to me as he is very annoyed and speaks very quickly and agitatedly.

As I quietly watch him I see white letters like old style scratchy script appear over his face, just as if a transparency was hovering in-between me and him or as if a sheet of glass separated us and the letters magically appeared upon it, the words are a direct translation of what the man is saying.

After he finishes his torrent of language and insults he turns and laughs with the rest of the staff, he jokes about what he was saying and that I didn't understand a word of what was said.

I interrupt the chef and tell him that I did understand him as a spirit informed me of what he was saying, the chef looks very shocked and he falls silent, he apologises to me and offers me a piece of a cake he has made as some a kind peace offering, I take the cake from him.

It is a curious cake, it is a perfect square and resembles a brownie except that this is hard and beige in colour, on the top of the cake it has a grid of equal squares engraved onto it's hard caramel fudge like surface, I take the cake and go and sit at the staff table with a few of the other cooks and kitchen staff, we chat and get along.

I cut into the cake with a spoon but it is very hard and has the texture of very compressed biscuit crumbs, I break off a bit and eat it, it is quite delicious and has a biscuity caramel like flavour, as I eat the cake I wonder if I'll have room for the meal I was going to have with my wife back upstairs in the restaurant...."

Thanks for reading

S

Hi All,
A strange thing happened to me at work today, it was the afternoon and I was sat at my desk, I wasn't working but doodling in a note pad .... tut tut!

I was quite lost in what I was doing and was in a daydream or rêvere and miles away. One of my work colleagues walked up behind me and started to talk to me, I didn't really take much heed at first, as my mind was somewhere else.

After a couple of seconds I turned around realising somebody was speaking to me, what I saw next was really strange and quite startling.

Covering most of the right hand side of her face was a small opaque purple cloud. I could see her face partly through this cloud and it seemed to move very slowly in an irregular way.

It was difficult to not look at it, but I realised that if I looked too much she might think that I'm staring! so I tried to avert my eyes from the cloud and started talking to her.

As we started to talk the cloud evaporated and disappeared. I've got good eyesight so I don't think that it was my eyes playing up and there was nothing out of the ordinary in the office either.

I assume that with auras the colour represents some aspect of the person's condition? But I thought that when one sees or perceives an aura that it would cover the whole body and not just one area such as a part of the face?

Has anybody else had an experience like this? I'm going to try and learn more about the topic, as it's something that I've never really been interested in before but now my curiosity has been aroused.

Cheers

S

[The Parasites 02/10/2004.]

Hi All,
I have been wanting to post some confrontation dreams of mine for a while now, I guess you might call them Nightmares of a sort. I had my doubts at first as whether to post them as in the clear light of day I can imagine that they probably come across as not that terrifying at all to the average reader.

I feel a bit vulnerable in making this post too as I can imagine that the dream content is quite odd and a little weird. I want to try to show and share how I have managed to make some progress though lucid dreaming, using a little will power and by consciously asking for higher help in order to confront the issues at hand.

Below are three dreams that share a similar theme that I have had over a relatively short period, there is a positive evolution from the second to the last. They aren't the type of dreams that recur regularly but they do 'Well' up from time to time when I have been feeling low.

Sorry if the text appears very long, I have tried to break it down into sections and then into short paragraphs so that it isn't too hard on the eyes or too tedious to read.

Before I recount the dreams I'd just like to add that negative elements of the dreams aren't directly symbolic of any specific problem in particular, but I feel as if they are a visual metaphor that generally represent problems, issues and worries as a whole.

The Parasites 02/10/2004.

"It is night time and I am upstairs in the spare bedroom at my Nan's house. The room is dark and the curtains are slightly drawn, I look outside on the recreation area, the scene is peaceful. I look up towards the Moon and see that it is full and bright. In the sky I see floating in the air what look like large pale white spheres, bubbles or balls. I see them move to the left and then to the right as they are blown in the gentle evening breeze like large dandelion seeds.

I feel that these spheres have come from space or have an otherworldly origin. It is now morning and I am walking along the pavement near an area I used to live when I was younger. I see some of these strange soft bubbles on the floor. I stand above a few of them and can now see them much closer, they have a dark cream organic leathery appearance, some of the balls have burst or popped open, they resemble the fungi known as puff balls.

As I stand and watch I see one of the balls split open and white worms spill out of it, the worms have a very parasitic quality, they are flat, tapered at each end and ragged along their sides, they are an off white creamy colour, they remind me a little of tape worms. I have picked one up to have a closer look at it. I watch it in my palm as it moves and squirms, it is very flexible and is not all that firm but has an almost jelly liquid like feel to it, after a while of looking at it I become repulsed and shake it franticly off my hand.

There appears to be an epidemic of these parasites, it is quite out of control and has become a terrible national problem. I am now stood in the playing field of an old School I used to go to, I am with a man and a woman who are strangers to me. We appear to be helping one another in the face of this epidemic and have been staying close together in our small group, the field we are in is carpeted with these parasites, we are all trying to get away from these vile creatures.

We all seem to have been affected by the parasites to a certain extent. The man I am with runs away off down further into the field, he is making an escape and runs for himself and his own protection and is leaving the woman and I behind. I call out to him to stay and help us, but he continues running. The woman tells me that she has grown tired and needs to sleep, I tell her that she must not stop to rest but she lies down on the grass and falls asleep.

I watch in horror as, a wall of the parasitic worms spring up, thin, erect and stiff from the grass and surround her, still watching in revulsion I see that she is consumed by a wave of these writhing creatures until her body is no longer visible. I look on in dismay with a sickening feeling, all I see on the floor is the rough shape and outline of the woman's body smothered under a thick white blanket of squirming worms.

I now find myself in a laboratory, I am here with a number of other people. One man appears to be a head scientist and is leading myself and the rest of the group. We are all dressed in scientific full body chemical hazard suits, no part of our body appears to be exposed apart from a small part of the face, we are wearing what look like surgeons masks and hats. We have been locked into this lab room in order to stop contamination spreading while we work.

Our job is to destroy the parasitic worms, we each have a set of tools to perform this task, they resemble a stapler and a paper punch. Each of us in the group sit or stand working around a large lab table in the centre of the room, the group leader is at the head of the table in front of me, he has a large window just behind him.

From containers and buckets each of us picks up a few worms at a time in our gloved hands. We take the stapling tool and clip the worms with it, at which the worm becomes rigid and long, once the clipping procedure has been done the worm is dead. After it has been clipped it's appearance changes to that of a 25 cm thin, brown, dried out twig or stick. It has the texture of desiccated seaweed or leaves and looks a little like a brown vanilla pod, I feel it almost crumble as I place it into a waste container.

I continue my work for a period, as I work I feel that I'm in vague conversation with the group leader or he is conversing with me, suddenly the worm I am holding bites into my hand through my glove, I panic, but the lead scientist tells me that the incubation period won't be until July, I feel or assume that this is about 7 months away.

This thought calms me but suddenly I am in great discomfort and I feel every pore in my body open up, thousands of thin white worms shoot out from every minute opening and hole of my body, the worms are stiff and prone like pieces of flailing or gyrating wire, I feel my body sweating and under great trauma. I can also feel the energy of the worms, it has an almost fuzzy electrical feel to it.

I watch in frozen terror as the rest of the medical staff and chief scientist become hysterical at my condition, frenzied and panic-stricken, they are all clambering over one another trying frantically to get out of the locked room, my vision then dims as I am then very rapidly engulfed and mummified in a swathe of these horrifying unrelenting creatures."

I awoke in a slight sweat but not too terrified, but for the rest of the day after I had this dream I felt very low and grey, partly because I didn't make any effort to resolve or even help myself in any way during the experience.

I promised myself that the next time I have such a dream I will endeavour to do something positive about the situation or call for assistance from a guide or helper.

The Snakes & The Trapped Bird 24/10/2004.

"I am in a second floor room inside an old remote house out in a wild forested area, it looks like autumn outside as there are leaves scattered and blowing all around, the house feels as if it is mine. The room I am in has a regency style to it and has a high ceiling with some large windows directly in front of me, it is extremely unkempt and in an advanced state of decay.

All of the walls have off white stained peeling wallpaper, the sparse pieces of furniture are broken or are in poor condition, there is brick-a-brack and clutter strewn around over the floor the whole room I am in has a damp and rotten feel to it.

I see that the room is full of snake like creatures, they seem to crawl from everywhere and they are strewn all over the floor. I want to try and get rid of them and feel that there are other presences here helping me to do this too. I suspect that the snakes are multiplying or nesting in hidden places in the room, I am quite certain the decrepit old sofa is full of them.

I see that some of them are thin and slender and look a little like slowworms, they have a wormy appearance to them although they are snakes. I also see a thicker chunky flat snake like worm, which has thick armour like scales. There are many snakes in the room and I am aware that if I make a sudden movement they will strike and bite me very quickly.

I tell the presences that are helping me that the snakes aren't poisonous but if they do bite us then the wound could become infected.

I then think or imagine into existence an arm like gadget with a trigger at one end and a claw at the other, this apparatus resembles the device that a street cleaner uses to pick up pieces of litter from the ground. I start to pick up the snakes one by one and put them into an empty shoebox, the job is very complex and seems impossible due to the sheer quantity of them. It's very difficult task to pick up the snakes like this, I feel that I don't want to kill them but I want to take them outside and out of the house.

As I work at this task I notice a bird fly into the room from a tall door with a once elegant frame to my right, I catch a glimpse through the door of a bare landing that leads to one or two other rooms in the house, I see that they are in a similar state to the room I am in but I also have helpers in the form of other presences helping me to tidy these rooms as well.

Back in the room I am stood in I see the bird flap about near the ceiling, it looks like a smallish blackbird, it seems very unkempt like the house and scruffy, I see that some of it's tail feathers are raggedy and a few are missing as well. The bird is very frightened and agitated and wants to go outside, it flies near the old Georgian style window and tries to find a way out, I want to go and open the old vertical sliding window and let it out but I feel that I am frozen on the spot and something is stopping me from getting over to the window so that I can open it, I feel that this could be the snakes."

On waking from this dream I felt mixed emotions, I felt uplifted that I had managed to create or summon up the mechanical arm object to assist me in the tidying process and for the assistance of the helpers, but I also felt frustrated and annoyed that the creatures held me back from letting the bird out of the window.

The Angelic Doctor 15/11/2004.

"It is daytime and the sky is a little grey and overcast but there are little patches of blues hear and there, I am walking along a footpath or pavement next to a seafront, the beach and sea are not too far from the path just to my right.

I am aware that I am accompanied by a beautiful almost angelic woman, she is a little older than myself, I sense that she is in her mid forties, she has long golden brown wavy hair and I feel that she has very sculpted Hellenic features.

She is wearing a pair of white trousers and a white jacket, as I look at her I realise that she is a doctor of some kind and the clothes she is wearing are her medical uniform.

The vibration and feeling of love that this woman gives off and is surrounded by is truly overwhelming I feel a great soul love and connection to her. We walk along the sea front and talk, I cannot remember the exact things that were said but I know that they were very wise, intelligent and comforting, I clearly know that the woman is certainly a guide or teacher of some kind.

We continue walking and come to an old wooden beach hut just to my left, we stop and I look down at the floor and see a twitching crustacean like creature that resembles a huge king prawn on the floor, I am repulsed and don't want to go anywhere near the thing, I am aware that the creature is dangerous.

The doctor crouches down and with two sticks she gently prises the convulsing creature open by holding one stick at the tail and another near the head, I watch uncomfortably as hundreds of little legs start wriggling and moving on the underbelly of this oddity.

I look closer still and see near the head two legs slightly larger than the others, they look like the legs of a praying mantis or like strange wings unfolding, they are bright pink in colour. I try and keep myself calm and composed as I watch. Somehow the wriggling legs become mesmerising and I think to myself that this odd creature is beautiful in a strange kind of way.

The doctor gets back up and leaving this strange creature behind we continue walking, we start to walk down onto the sand of the beach, about 100 metres in front of us is a tall rocky outcrop running down onto a part of the beach which I cannot quite see behind. I have great apprehension about going any further and of what lies behind the cliff.

The doctor takes my hand, she sends me a feeling of not to be afraid, her aura of love and caring is so strong, glowing and radiant, it penetrates my being like warm heavy sunlight. She leads me down by the hand onto the beach and we make our way around to the other side of the rock face.

As we round the corner I see the waves of the tide lapping up onto the soft sand of the beach. I see that there are thousands and thousands of molluscs, jelly fish and squid like creatures washed up onto the beach, some of them seem to be alive whilst others are dead.

I feel that all of these creatures are very poisonous and that I must be careful to avoid stepping on them. I feel very uncomfortable and I don't want to be here, I tip toe through the piles of decaying washed up creatures.

I sense the presence of the doctor fading just like a dimming light bulb, she reassures me and I know that she is there if I need her.

I start to wade out into the sea up to my hips, I see that there are a few very young children floating in rubber rings that are guided and watched over by their parents. I watch as a deep purple and red fleshy squid like creature about the size of a small balloon floats past me, it has short thick tentacles all over it and I try my best to avoid it, I don't want it to touch any of the other people either.

I make my way a little further out into the sea, I am now up to my chest in the water and I can see that the ocean is full of these strange jellyfish and squid like creatures.

I don't remember leaving the sea but some time has passed and I find myself walking alongside the doctor again. The doctor tells me "There is a place like a surgery in your home town for studying creatures such as those that you have just witnessed".

As I walk alongside this woman I feel almost crushed or engulfed by the weight, gravity and depth of her atmosphere of love. Her character seems multidimensional, bottomless and eternal. I feel so many different kinds of love for her but my love seems light and one-dimensional compared to hers. I feel myself looking up to her with great admiration, wonder and awe. I don't want this moment to end and I feel that I want to be with this person forever."

Words can't describe how I felt when I woke up from this experience, I felt like I had known this person all of my life. I felt torn and really didn't want to leave this person behind in the dream world. Although I felt a little melancholy on waking It wasn't long before I was feeling exhilarated and high remembering back to how special meeting this guiding spirit was.

The meeting with this person was a real gift in more ways than one too, seeing as I had dreamt this experience on the morning of my birthday!

Perhaps the guide was a higher aspect of myself? If so it is a facet that I have been unaware of up until now.

I now know from my experiments that if one makes a determined and mindful effort to call for help by making a conscious reminder through placing subconscious seeds, assistance will always follow in the form of a guide, teacher or higher self of some sort.

One other element that I have noted is important when placed in these confrontational situations is that of will power, it doesn't really matter how lucid one is, if the determination or will isn't there to resolve the situation then the whole experience can easily slip into one of despair or mere observation.

Thanks for taking the time (probably a long time!) to read.

Cheers

S

Hi All,
Finished reading this wonderful book yesterday, actually it is a collection of two books in one, the first is called 'Voices in My Ear' and the second is titled 'More Voices in My Ear'.

Both books were absolutely fascinating, I found the accounts of the authors life and the stories about her amazing gift very gripping, the book was very difficult to put down and I finished both books within a week.

From the rear cover are the following descriptions of each book:

In Voices in My Ear, she reflects on discovering this extraordinary gift within herself. Officially informed that her husband had been killed during the Second World War, she was visited at the height of her grief by her long-dead father. He told Doris that her husband was alive and would return, but joy turned to grief when her father re-appeared to warn of the impending death of her healthy baby son: both predictions came true.

More Voices in My Ear recalls how Doris helped the family of one of the Yorkshire Ripper's victims, enabled the late actor Peter Finch to communicate with his wife, and gave hope to the parents of young children who have disappeared in strange circumstances all over the world.

For me the highlight of the book were the descriptions of what the voices had to say, the visions of spirit people, the description of seeing a spirit leave the body of a dying person whilst she was working as a nurse in a hospital, the accounts and stories given when she was put under hypnosis and the conversations that she had with her spirit guide, especially the account of how her guide surprised her by making her have an OBE whilst she was asleep in her arm chair!

Although many of the stories are emotional and heartrending the book is also full of great humour too, one account I found very humorous was when she confronted James Randi on a phone-in radio show back in the late 70's early 80's, really, really funny!

But for me the last chapter of the second book 'More Voices in My Ear' is pure spiritual treasure, I won't spoil this amazing chapter for you, but I would just add that it concerns an amazing account of a beautiful visit to the Astral planes, truly amazing and worth the money alone just for this chapter.

This compilation is 'MUST' reading for any body interested in spiritualism, I could not recommend it enough.

Cheers

S

Hi All,
Have any of you noticed how some thought sensitive environments such as those experienced in astral projections, dreams, lucid dreams etc can occasionally appear malformed, incomplete or half created?

A few personal examples have been walls that appear like curtains, backdrops that have a colourful hazy marbled appearance and objects that appear incomplete.

I have also experienced this with characters in such experiences too, their faces occasionally appear to be deformed or half created. Although these characters are slightly disturbing to look at I know that this is not an effect that is intended to scare or frighten but more of an anomaly with the environment or perhaps with my way of perceiving it.

I have often had conversations with these characters, the characters can be people that I am familiar with or complete strangers, they may look quite distorted but it is their underlying vibe that gives me the clue to who they are, they are quite friendly and continue to perform their part as if nothing were wrong with them.

I had a lucid dream three days ago where I was clearly looking at the face of a close family member. She was sat in front of a window and her face was bathed in sunlight. I was sitting not too far from her closely looking at her face, I could see that she had quite a large hole about the size of a large coin in the left side of her nostril. I first thought that she had some kind of strange piercing. On closer inspection I could see through the hole inside her head which had the appearance of the inside of a hollow pastel pink sea shell.

The experience left me feeling a little queasy but I knew that no harm was intended by this display. On other occasions I've also experienced characters that stop dead in their tracks and stare straight at me, it's as if everything in the whole scene is on pause, it's quite unnerving and unsettling.

I've also found that information can become distorted too, in a similar way where the true meaning or vibe is lying underneath the surface of the distorted one. Below I give a shortened version of such an example that occurred in a lucid dream that I had two days ago:

"...I was lying on a bed with a girlfriend, we were cuddling and she said to me that she wanted to make love, but she insisted that before we do so I put on some music. The woman asked me to play some Joan Crawford, something didn't seem right when she said that and I knew that she had made a mistake in her choice of name, but I actually new what she had wanted to say. What she really wanted to say was that she wanted to listen to some music by Joni Mitchel. I reached down by the side of the bed and picked up a CD from out of an untidy pile on the floor, it had a grey cover and a profile drawing of Joni Mitchel's face..."

Two things struck me as being odd about this experience. One, up to now I have never had any interest at all in or heard intentionally or knowingly any of Joni Mitchel's music before. And two, I new what the woman I was lying with meant, even though she got the singers name wrong.

I've been thinking about this for a bit now and concerning environments have so far put it down to a lack of concentration or focus on my part and most probably to over tiredness and fatigue as well. But I can't help thinking that where other characters are involved there is perhaps another reason? Perhaps it is an attempt to portray the malleability of the environment?

I'd be interested to hear from other people who have had similar experiences and their ideas on why such anomalies occur.

Many thanks

S

Hi,
Do any of you have dreams about the sky? I often have them and have had two in the past week where I have seen some fantastic occurrences in and coming from the sky, these dreams left me with a very numinous feeling on waking.

Here are two extracts from the dreams, they are quite long so good luck!

"....It is night time, and I am in a small town that is familiar to me, it is extremely quiet and tranquil. There are some old synthetic leather easy chairs and sofas outside on the pavement, this area seems to be a little lower than I remember it being. I go to sit down in one of the easy chairs that face opposite to the Interflora across the road on the other side of the street.

I see that there is somebody led across the top of the chair I am going to sit in, I sense that the person is feminine and quite small, she wears a light blue puffa jacket. I feel that this person is perhaps a guide or protective presence, she feels close and familiar to me somehow, she casually rests her head in her hand, which is propped up by her elbow.

There is a female family member sat in another chair facing me, I see that it is my Mum, there are other presences here too but I vaguely recognise them, we all sit talking and chatting under the clear starry sky.

I'm not completely involved in the conversation and feel quite disinterested in it. I look up to the pitch-black sky and see a shooting star, I am quite surprised by this, in the background I can still hear the voices of the people continuing their conversation around me, they seem quite distant.

I start to see more shooting stars pass one at a time, after a while they start to pass in two's and three's through the sky, some of them seem quite low and close whilst others seem quite distant, occasionally one of them leaves a long thin smoke trail, on some this smoke trail is slightly broken like a dotted line.

At first I think that seeing the first shooting star was special and perhaps a chance appearance but as I see more of them I become a little concerned and have a thought that there could be a terrible catastrophe approaching in the form of a comet or meteor hitting the earth.

My eyes are then drawn directly upwards where I see a constellation of stars directly above me, they look so distant and the group looks quite bunched up and full.

As I watch I see some kind of distortion in the space in front of the constellation, it's difficult to tell where this distortion takes place, whether it is light years away or just a few feet in front of my face, the distortion looks as if a strange kind of lens has been placed over the constellation making the stars appear warped and blurry.

The stars of this constellation now seem to vibrate and shimmer as if they were reflected in water, I don't take my eyes off of this strange phenomena and feel quite detached from my immediate surroundings.

As I keep watching I am aware of a strange object approaching from the blurry constellation, I feel that it is a UFO of some kind. The object seems to take a long time to reach me as it gently floats down from the sky but I have an after thought that it is actually relatively quick considering the distance it has travelled.

The object is now hovering just above and slightly in front of me, the entity is about the size of a slim video recorder and is a matt black or deep grey colour, it is parallelogram shaped and tapers to the front quite narrowly.

At the front of the taper is a small dull square pale orange light. This odd object seems to be alive and conscious somehow, the object hovers in front of me flitting softly like a hummingbird, it seems to be harmless and not aggressive.

It appears to be observing me and I feel that it is here to observe humanity in general. I slowly reach out and pluck the object from the air, it is incredibly light and seems to have no weight at all, almost as if it were made from some kind of polystyrene foam. I wave it about a little bit to experience its lightness but the object doesn't seem to like this very much.

I turn the object over and see some printed writing on it's underbelly, written in a clean heavy white sans serif type I see the words "FNC Land" for some reason this makes me think of Finland and I wonder if the object is some kind of Scandinavian spying device. There is other writing here too as well as pictograms but these are small and vague and I can't make them out very well.

I am now aware that some of the other people around me are trying to reach out and grab the strange object, people snatch and lunge at it and it seems to get confused and disoriented, somebody pokes or knocks it's orange light and this seems to cause it pain or discomfort, I am left feeling a little upset at the treatment the entity is having to endure...."

Here is the other dream which occurred two days later.... If you aren't too bored yet!

"....I am now on a huge American military ship in the middle of a large ocean, all of the crew are assembled out on the deck of this enormous vessel, it appears that a demonstration of some kind is about to take place, a lot of important people are on board to see this event.

I look up behind me over my left shoulder and can see an extremely tall part of the ship where I imagine the Captain and navigators work, the ship is a light grey colour and the part of the ship I am now looking at appears to be as tall as a skyscraper, close to this I also see a tall metal kind of mast, the sort that is used to attach satellite dishes to.

I see half way up this mast an unusual television type object, it is difficult to tells it's dimensions as it is so high up but at an estimate I would say that it is the width of the front of a car and has the shape of a computer monitor, the casing of this object is a dark grey or black plastic and the screen itself looks like shiny black glass.

This object is the focus of the presentation, which is just about to start.
The lens or screen is switched on and I become aware of a strange humming or thrumming sensation and sense a sound but don't actually hear anything, I am also aware that a huge amount of energy is being generated from somewhere on the ship.

I am now vaguely aware of a very brief flash of light, my gaze is drawn up to the sky. I look up in absolute amazement and stunned belief, as do others on the ship too.

I gaze in awe as the previously pale blue and completely clear sky now has what looks like thousands and thousands of thin white chalk marks set against it, some of the marks look very distant almost as if they were drawn on the ceiling of the sky, whilst others appear closer, floating, hanging and suspended in the sky.

It is explained to everybody that what we are witnessing is the latest military development in tracking aircraft, missiles and other unidentified objects through the sky, the thin white chalk marks are the traces of all objects in the air at the time that the lens is switched on, the sight in the sky is awesome to behold.

My eye is then drawn right to the farthest and deepest part of the sky, on the roof of the heavens I can make out a grid of chevron like arrows criss crossing and forming a grid all over the sky much like the longitude and latitude lines that can be seen on a globe. I suspect that these lines do actually in fact surround the whole planet in the same way too.

My heart sinks slightly when I see this and much of the amazement that I had before disappears as it dawns on me that the whole experiment is artificial and man made, the military scientists appear to be altering or tampering with the earths magnetic field to produce this effect and it doesn't feel right that they should be doing this...."

Thanks for taking the time to read, if you have any experiences where the sky was important in your dreams, or you have a theory on these sky dreams I'd love too hear about them too.

Cheers

S

Hi,
I've not long finished reading 'The Master of Lucid Dreams' by Olga Kharitidi, M.D. the book has the sub-title 'In the heart of Asia a Russian Psychiatrist learns how to heal the spirits of trauma'.

I was at first expecting this book to be full of heavy scientific references and terminology, but was pleasantly surprised to find that the account of her travels and her experiences are, whilst being very spiritual are at the same time are told in a very down to earth way.

Her description reads very much like a story, which I have to admit at first, put me off a little in the first few chapters. It is a very easy book to read and progresses well and keeps the reader hooked by wanting to know where her adventure is going to lead her.

The book does contain a few harrowing accounts of the suffering that some of her patients have been through. Other historic stories also contain similar themes, the underlying subject of the 'spirits of trauma' is very well explained and did make a strong impact and connection with me.

I found that the book really comes into it's own in the second half especially the last four chapters. The description of the author's mystical experience in helping a trapped soul and another of her close friend are very moving, vividly told and I felt that they were full of sincerity and intelligence, the advice given by her guide Michael seemed very astute and wise.

I found that there was much to be gleaned from this book, especially in the way to treat such 'spirits of trauma' through working with dreams and lucid dreams, much of what was discussed in the latter paragraphs of the book made quite an impact on me and to my own dreams in a very helpful way.

I would definitely recommend this book to all, especially those that are interested in using their dreams and lucid dreams as a means for personal healing.

Cheers

S

Hi,
I have been doing a lot of what I would call dream therapy just lately, most of this has been problem solving and confronting personal issues, this has been a very cathartic and cleansing experience.

Some of these problem-solving dreams have been very difficult and have often been unpleasant, but I have started having a lot more contact with guides in my dreams and they have been helping me a great deal.

The dream below is one that I have had just a few days ago, it followed a series of difficult and unpleasant dreams, the dream was a nice adventure and quite exciting.

This dream for me shed further light on the visual nature of the language of the subconscious and the way it uses symbols, here is the dream extract:

"It is daytime sunny and warm, I am in contemporary times and am walking half naked wearing only a t-shirt with a young guy of Mediterranean origin who I feel is probably Greek, I also feel as if we are in Greece too.

As I walk past people I cover and hide my genitals with my hands as I am embarrassed, I don't want to hide myself but feel somehow impelled to do it, on occasion I pull my t-shirt over my lower parts too, whilst at other times I try to walk freely without hiding myself.

We are both walking on a road or pavement that runs alongside a seafront. My place of work which seems like a mixture of past and present workplaces is in front of me in the form of an odd long bungalow type of office building with a shop like front that is thatched with dry light brown palm leaves.

It is made aware to me that I am owed some money from my employer, it is remuneration or back pay of some kind and has to be given to me. I go inside the offices with a bit of prompting and backing from my Greek friend.

The employer doesn't want to seem to give me my money but I don't actually get as far as the personnel offices to question this, perhaps because of an issue I have with my own nakedness? The Greek guy and I walk out of the offices and onto the seafront.

We then walk down onto the beach together, the sand feels warm and soft as I feel it between my toes, it is all dry and loose and feels quite pleasant, I sense the sea not too far away to my right.

As I look down at the sand I can see golf ball sized holes and tunnels or cracks in the sand. In the holes and cracks I can see very spindly legged spiders crawling about, they have very large abdomens but their legs seem disproportionably thin and spindly like the legs on a daddy long legs. They don't seem too threatening but we both step off of the beach and onto the pavement.

The Greek guy wants to buy us both a something to eat, we walk through some small streets that the Greek guy seems to know and be familiar with, we both eventually come to a traditional snack shop that resembles a kebab snack bar.

The Greek guy seems to be familiar with the owner, the Greek guy doesn't seem to have the money to pay for the snacks or the owner doesn't have the snacks available that we have chosen. I would also like a soft drink too and see a lime green crushed ice drink that I want.

The server, almost consolingly, offers us both a tub of popcorn, we share a little and then continue on our way.

We now find ourselves at the top of a familiar hill in England, the Greek guy gets onto a little moped like racing bike, it's painted a sparkly purple colour, he wants me to get on the back of the bike, I get on apprehensively.

I've never been a passenger on a bike like this before, I don't have any control and put all of my trust in the Greek guys riding, we set off. I can clearly hear the ring a ning ning of the two stroke engine below me.

I feel a bit shaky even though we aren't travelling that fast, I want to hold onto something, I then realise that a roof has just appeared over the bike, it has grab handles set into the roof onto which I hold, I pull my arms in close and feel a lot more stable and comfortable.

We travel down the hill and turn right at the fork in the road down into a smaller road that I am familiar with. The road is lined by nice houses on either side, I feel the steepness and speed as we descend the hill.

The Greek guy then slows to make a right turn down a very small footpath like lane. I think to myself that he actually rides quite sensibly and very well, all of a sudden though he speeds up rapidly, I feel the acceleration as we head off down the path at breakneck speed.

He then unexpectedly deviates off of the path onto a small overgrown grassy area for a brief moment. He then makes the bike jump into the air as we leap off of the hill, the sensations feel very real as we seem to float and rush very high through the sky, this all seems to happen in slow motion. I like the sensation and am very excited but at the same time it feels dangerous.

I see a factory roof some way below us approaching rapidly, it resembles a factory that I used to work in, the Greek guy brings the bike down to land on the roof. The landing is smooth but at the same time quite hard and either a part of the bike and/or the roof breaks on impact, I feel that a large skylight has been broken and cracked.

I walk over to or am thrown near the edge of the roof and feel as though I should have fallen over the edge, the Greek guy tells me that there was no need for me to have fallen or to be concerned, I feel quite nauseas at the height, I feel giddy and as though I could fall at any moment.

I turn around to the Greek guy but to my surprise I see that as he removes his crash helmet he has transformed into a friend, Luis. Luis wants us both to go down through the broken skylight into the factory, I'm slightly hesitant but follow him anyway.

The skylight leads us both into the office of a manager, the walls are all glass which have a view out onto the factory floors, we seem to be on the third floor at the moment, the office looks quite typical with a switched off or dormant computer screen.

We both realise that it is still early in the morning and nobody has arrived for work yet, Luis seems to be here just for the adventure. We speak quietly as we rummage, look around and explore. All of the time I feel quite tense and afraid of being caught but at the same time it is all very exciting.

We head off out through the office door to have a look around on the factory floor, we stay nearby to one another but look around individually, I start to go down some typical factory iron steps with railings which lead to the next floor below.

Half way down the stairs I see a group of workers all talking about the days work that is ahead of them, it's a kind of briefing. I see an old manager stood amongst the group listening attentively, they don't see me but I panic and quickly go back to look for Luis.

I find him and tell him that there are people already in the building, I worry thinking that I'll be in trouble for breaking in and that they may call the police, Luis is calm and tells me not to worry and that he has a solution.

He then transforms into the semblance of a high ranking past employee of the company, I am really impressed with this piece of ingenuity, we then proceed to walk down onto the ground floor.

I sense that Luis wants me to act as if I'm being given a tour or am being shown around by him, his appearance is quite different and he wears a lightly pin striped brown suit. His face is also quite different, it is lightly tanned and he has longish wavy black hair. He looks a bit Italian in this guise and very authoratative and manly, but I really know deep down that it is Luis.

The ground floor is very busy and full of workers and huge heavy stationary machinery, people nod, say hello and acknowledge Luis in his new form and semblance, but they look at me a little suspiciously.

There is a lot of noise down here as well as activity, everybody seems to be busy working and attending to their machines, the workers are also supervised too. One of these supervisors acknowledges Luis in his new form and they share a few words, I feel a strange sense of innocent mischief and have to hold my happiness and giggles as the supervisor is taken in by Luis disguise.

There seems to be a bit of industrial grime and waste material lying about here and there, nothing too out of the ordinary for a factory, although the machines appear quite new and modern, I never actually see what is being produced here though.

I suddenly realise that I have lost contact with Luis, I panic and look for a way out, I see many doors but most seem automated somehow and close in front of me as I approach them, these doors appear heavy and are similar to the doors that fold like a concertina in a sideways fashion.

I then see a much larger set of doors in an a large alcove like area, the doors are huge and have the appearance of very thick and battered dusty lead. Every now and then a massive once yellow dusty dump truck comes in or goes out through these heavy automated doors.

I see that these trucks are carrying a dusty substance similar to powdered cement in the scoops, the scoops are always full. As I continue to watch I catch a glimpse of an idyllic countryside scene outside through the doors.

I calm myself and realise that if I wait and time it right I can run out through the heavy doors at the same time as one of these dumper trucks leaves or enters, it's not too long before the heavy doors open and I make my bid to get outside.

As I run I can here workers shouting after me but I keep going, I almost get caught in the doors as they close surprisingly quickly.

Outside, the factory seems distant and the air is quiet and peaceful, the busy humming sound of the factory has been left behind me. Directly in front of me I see a small patch of waste land where these trucks have been dumping their dust into huge piles, the dust is surrounded by a bank or small hill with bushes and trees and has grass growing in and around it.

I sense somebody call me from my left, I turn to see who is calling me, I expect it to be Luis, as I turn I see a vague outline and form of a person sat on a large grassy mound under a tree.

It becomes clear to me that this presence is a friendly guide who played the part of the Greek guy, Luis and the Old high ranking employee. It all seems so surprisingly simple and wonderful, I feel elated at this realisation.

The difference now is that the guide has an identity all of his own, I can't see him very well with my physical eyes as he seems blurry, I can see him more easily in my minds eye, we joke and laugh at our adventure, I go up onto the mound to join him and sit down beside him."

The symbology of the dream is clear to me and quite easy to understand how it relates to my life at the moment, you may also recognise some of the dream symbols from your own dreams perhaps?

What really surprised me though was how the guide wasn't there to just solve my problems for me.

I felt that he/she or it was always there if I needed their help, but more often than not the guide was being quite pushy and forcing me to take a more active part in the experience.

Thanks for taking the time to read.

Cheers

S

I had a very vivid lucid dream last Monday, I found my sense of vision pushed to new boundaries of clarity and seeing.

I have mentioned a lucid dream trigger I am going to start experimenting with at the foot of my post, you may want to try it if you are familiar with or like to use MILD techniques, anyway here is the lucid dream extract:

"It is daytime and I am knelt down in our small garden at the rear of our flat, I am digging a hole through the turf and into the soil with a small hand trowel.

As I continue to dig into the earth it starts to loosen up and digging becomes easier, as I dig deeper I start to find pieces of broken pottery in the ground, the pottery appears to be an off white colour and is glazed.

On further inspection I notice that there are images in the form of faded black and white or dark sepia coloured photographic pictures of me when I was younger on the pottery pieces.

As I look at the pictures I hear a soft voice tell me that I am dreaming, I sense that the voice is feminine, as she finishes speaking I suddenly feel a huge shift in consciousness, I find myself just as conscious as I am in the awakened state, if not more so.

I now see the pictures on the pottery with such a flawless clarity, each element in the garden seems to be one and the same, from the smallest right up to the most grand.
Everything I see in my field of vision is ultra real and alive, the whole scene shimmers or vibrates with a glorious soft and warm metallic light.

Suddenly everything becomes dark and I feel that I may have blacked out. I feel heavy, sluggish and slow vibrations, the vibrations also feel distant or faint, I try to push for an OBE but wake out of the blackness from a mixture of excitement and amazement at how lucid I was in the dream."

Something that occurred to me after I awoke was that for as long as I can remember I've never seen a close up still picture of myself in a dream, I often see myself as an observer in the physical form but have never seen an independent still reference of myself up until now.

I'm certain that part of the reason I became so lucid was that I was looking at images of myself, this briefly focused my attention inward rather than outwards into the external dreamscape, the voice was also a wonderful help and a magnificent surprise, there was no way I could miss a prompt like that!

I'm going to keep up the MILD techniques I've been using but I'm also going to experiment by looking at photos of myself (Yes I know it sounds very narcissistic! ) before going to bed to see if I can trigger a similar experience again.

Thanks for reading

S

Hi,
I had an fascinating dream last Friday that involved some interesting symbology, it was unusual in the fact that the concept was surprisingly well presented, and I felt that it's message was quite clear, here is the account:

"It is daytime and I am in a large open area in the depths of a jungle. In front of me I am witnessing a special kind of phenomena, there is what looks like a huge spiral between approximately 500 to a 1000 feet across floating halfway between the trees in mid air.

It slowly rotates clockwise and resembles a much smaller version of what a galaxy looks like.

On closer inspection I see that the rotating disk is made up of millions and millions of animals, each animal holds onto the animal it depends upon for its survival. I see that the smallest animals such as insects are near the centre, with mammals being nearer the outer part of the disk.

At the very outer edge of the disk are human beings, some human beings are only just managing to hold on to the next animal group in front of them, whilst others have completely lost there grip and have fallen to the jungle floor below, the humans that roam the forest floor appear to be cannibalistic and base in a nature."

I would assume that the dream is showing the fragile nature of our eco system and how we all depend upon something or somebody else for our survival, also with a reference to what happens if we let go and detach or try and live outside of this fragile chain.

Thanks for reading, any comments or thoughts are more than welcome.

Cheers

S

Dream extract from morning of 17/09/04:

"I see a news headline, I see words written something along the lines of 'The (something) they didn't want you see', the story concerns flowing water on Mars, I see an image of a very large expanse of water, it is almost like a sea but I feel that it is actually a massive river, as I look past the water to the horizon I see a small star, I take this to be the planet earth."

Whilst browsing around the Writers forum earlier this evening I found a link (see below) to a radio station where Robert Bruce is due to give a talk this Saturday, as I scrolled down the home page of the radio station I saw an article in the 'Image gallery' entitled 'First Photo Ever of Earth from Mars Surface...Just a Tiny White Dot' accompanied by a fascinating photograph, the image is just as it was in my dream, gave me a real shock to see it, I'm not saying it's definitely precognition but it definitely gave me a surprise!

Here is the link to the website: http://www.cybercityradio.com/

I'll have to try and have a listen in to the show too!

Sampson

Thank you for sharing - I really enjoyed reading it.  

I haven't got anything profound to say.  But from what I've read of your posts, I'm at a similar crossroads to you.  I also want to get into phasing, rather than traditional OBEs.  Most of my OBEs have been in the RTZ, which is great at first, but can get awfully dull after a while.

I'm attempting to meet my guides/higher self/whatever.  I'm making progress, but I keep blowing it, due to my own perceptions/ distractions. [!]

Keep posting your experiences.  I particularly enjoyed your owl post.

Regards

Sarah

I don't think that they have been active for a while in the sense of providing proofs. They did stop when they were informed that negative presences were attempting to use their meetings.
I did drive by the town recently for the first time and did note an amount of disruption (place called Scole Bridge) which looks to coroborate their comments.

I did know someone that had been present at one of their meetings and he talks of feeling sensations against his skin. He described it as being similar to being close to a high voltage electrical charge.

I do have the SPR report but admit to not having read it in any detail as yet

Once you've put your body to sleep you can phase even if you don't have imagery by simply creating a door within the 3D blackness and oozing into it like you described.

• Look at the blackness behind your eyelids


• Look for a blob of color that might look like a door


• Focus on the blob and bring it closer to you, or move yourself closer to it


• As it gets larger watch for more detail in it


• When you're close enough reach out with an imaginary arm and open the door


• When it opens you should see some kind of vivid scene behind it


• Use phasing pressure to press yourself into the imagery

Hi,

Thank you for sharing your experience.

Best wishes,

Stephen []

Robert Monroe used numbered focus levels to make things easy. I suggest you to read his three books and if it is possible to attend  some seminars in his Institute. Focus levels are:
Focus 10: The state where the body sleeps and the mind is awake.
Focus 12: The state of expanded awareness. You can ask questions and receive back answers (From yourself or Highter Self if you wish)
Focus 15: the state of NO Time. You can go back and front in time.
Focus 21: The bridge to other energy systems
Focus 22: The system where we dream, but also where are people under the influence of drugs & alcohol.
Focus 23: The system where souls do not know they are dead after maybe a sudden death and they are lost.
Focus 24 - 26: The Belief Systems Territory with all religions and sociaty systems, races, etc. etc.
Focus 27: The system where the Souls are free from belif Systems.
After Focus 27 the Souls stop coming back to earth. They evolve beyond Humans and at Focus level 33-34 you will find all Higher Selves, which send down their parts for experiences.
You can order some tapes from his site to experience the sounds of each Focus level. They have tapes till Focus level 27. After you practise you won't need the tapes anymore, although I still use them on a daily basis.

I can only help you with one thing, which is what the owl can symbolise.

According to Ted Andrew's Animal Speak the owl is a symbol of the feminine, the moon, and the night. It has been believed to have great healing powers. It has ties to fertility and seduction due to its association with the moon. It is a bird of magic and darkness, prophecy and wisdom.
The ancient Greeks associated the owl with the goddess Athena, and symbolised higher wisdom.
It is also associated with Lilith to the early Christian Gnostics.
There is a quote in the book from Sams, Jamie and Carson, David - Medicine Cards that goes "Owl medicine is symbolically associated with clairvoyance, astral projection, and magic, both black and white."
The owl is also associated with the ability to uncover secrets, to hear and see things others try to hide.

Also, if the owl is there for a reason, what type of owl it is can help to get specific details. For example, snowy owls have different habits than barn owls, and so they can be there for different reasons, sending different messages.

I would suggest finding out what kind of owl it is and trying and see if there is anything about that owl's behaviour, environment, or the way it is presenting itself to you from which you can glean some sort of learning relevant to your life.

Also, if you're interesting in learning more about how animals and nature can communicate with us, or about animal guides/spirits/totems, i recommend checking out "Animal Speak" by Ted Andrews.

Sampson,
I know exactly what your talking about. I've had "essense" of dreams before I began having fairly regular dream recall.
Just before dream recall started happening for me, this "essence" factor seemed to be like a cloud or mist at a higher plane in my mind, or maybe in the atmosphere. I have a feeling it's connected with the aura or some kind of energy form.

I get this sense or essense from the time I wake up. The feeling fades, but I've been able to hold on to it a little longer with practice. This practice has paid off in the same way you have described. I will get glimpses through the day.Only on occassion will anything come to me in memory, but the sense or feel is there.

One thing that has helped is I don't write my dreams down immediately anymore. I hold on and ponder them for longer periods before getting them on paper. I take the chance of losing them that way, but it seems jotting them down limits the added detail that can be remembered later.It's like the notion it's "in writing", therefore,binding. It's a little block I have on it, I know. I'm always looking for memory recall techniques. It seems the more I relax with it, the better the result.So far,the best thing to do is talk about dreams with others. For instance, in this forum, and.. if I have a dream with someone in it, I tell that person.

It has to do with an emotional or feel response for me.For instance, a consistent thing I have in dreams is a feel for a place in time. Another one, is a feel who this dream character is in the dream, though the character doesn't look the same as in waking life.

One instance of spontaneous recall was when someone on the internet wrote her dream. It involved a black box falling down from the air. While reading her dream,it was as if an aura or cloud came down and planted my previous night's dream in my head. My dream wasn't similar to this woman's.

I believe what you are speaking of, has been debunked as unfocused dust particles, not actually orbs (they sure look alot different to me).

I still think its possible, but the majority of these pictures are just unfocused dust particles.

Bwgen is great for those who know how to use it, I use it for meditation but I also have this wave file for OOBEing and it works nearly once every three times which is good enough for me.

Thank God, finally we got him!

Congratulations! May i ask how long you've been practicing for and how often do you practice?

It must be exciting. I can't wait til my first real exit either. At least one i can be sure of. Thanks for sharing []

I hear a similar noise when vibrations get very big. I can always control it if its there. Its like my astral voice. Its connected to my top 2 chakras. When I direct the sound at physical things, they move. The telekinesis is a lot more powerful than it normally is. Usually I try to think of nothing and only slightly mentally push on the objects, but with the sound, its like I inject so much energy into it (and dont lose any in the process) that its like I'm pushing it.

Sampson,
Interesting dream. I had a dream once that involved racing. I haven't figured it out yet. I can thumb through some dream books.
So far, I've seen the word seance in only one, I have at hand, "The Language of Dreams", by Patricia Tolesco.

Missing someone who passed over. Wishing the person is nearby for advice or companionship.

Getting in touch with your own feelings. About death or afterlife.

Potential missives from beyond. A ghostly message using this form because it is more familiar, and less frightening.

Communication between yourself and other realms of spirit, including the devine.


I looked up racing in this same book. It said to look under marathon or running.
Marathon:
A physically trying situation that has gone on seemingly forever.

Finishing a M reflects your ability to endure physical stress as long as you prepare.



Hmmm, I just remembered something as I was writing this statement in reply to Etheric's recent post:

quote:I've have little or no control of my dreams. The one time I remember actually doing something (I didn't understand at the time), a major change happened in my life. My dream character showed a lot of power, something I'm just the opposite in my waking world.

This major change which occurred in my life I believe was the result of a dream that disturbed me a bit. In my dream, I merged with this individual who I had never met personally (a female), except online. Later in the dream I did some physical changes to some people associated with this same person. The result was the person who I thought was under her evil spell (in real life), was freed. This person who I was worried about, broke ties with this evil bunch within days! Him and I have continued to be online friends for some time now. We had broken ties for about 3 months because of his "spell" he had seemed to be under with this odd bunch. Hey, I just thought of something, I may have broken the "spell", as the saying goes!

Sampson, you may have been doing some "merging" yourself. Except in my dream I wasn't an observer.So maybe your practicing, or doing something in a different way. In my dream mentioned, I was a bit (a lot actually) on the witchy side.

I have not experienced exactly what you are talking about, of 'something' flapping on my face, but on rare occasion  I do get painful sensations, particularly in the face, while laying down.

If it is overwhelming enough, like you say, I shift my focus on gathering Reiki energy in my hands, and Reiki the affected area with my hands.  This has always taken the sensation away in a few seconds.

Remaining calm is the hardest part, which it sounds like you do very well!