A New Type Of Dream

[loppoppy]

Let me set the scenario. The "dream" is a consistent and alternate life, complete with a different set of friends and family that I know and love (but not in this life), places that are familiar and connected to a whole new set of memories (that as far as I know don't exist and have never happened). Nothing overly special about this scenario, technology and architecture are different but not necessarily advanced, it is just different, yet seemlessly consistent from night to night. I've been seeing it for the past week. is it just a dream? If so, what is it supposed to mean? If not, why am I seeing it? Usually answers come to me through meditation, that is not the case this time, possibly because the topic itself is highly distracting.

In the event that this is an alternate reality, I still require some kind of explanation. I am not very well versed in this sort of activity. I know that time is subjective, and "when" is simply the point where our conciousness currently resides. How to shift along or between layers of the "time stream" isn't exactly a skill of mine.

Thanks in advance to anyone with any knowledge on this topic...

[AstralJames]

From my understanding, you have this alternate 'life' in your dreams? I have no knowledge on this, but it seems like a pretty interesting thing.
I know a lot of people believe in past lives, so maybe that is it.. Otherwise, it means what you want it to mean. Maybe go with it for awhile and see if anything else happens.

[Astralzombie]

In the event that this is an alternate reality, I still require some kind of explanation.

Sorry to say this, but only you can figure this out. Someone here may hit the nail on the head yet it will seem absurd to you until you have other experiences. Or they could be so far off the mark, yet it makes perfect sense to you.

My take is that the answer will eventually be revealed to you. Where it will come from? I've no idea.

[independentarbiter]

The "dream" is a consistent and alternate life, complete with a different set of friends and family that I know and love (but not in this life), places that are familiar and connected to a whole new set of memories (that as far as I know don't exist and have never happened). Nothing overly special about this scenario, technology and architecture are different but not necessarily advanced, it is just different, yet seemlessly consistent from night to night. I've been seeing it for the past week. is it just a dream?

Hi loppoppy! Please do me a favor and read a short section of Robert Monroe's book, Journey's outside the Body. If you don't know, Monroe was a pioneer in Astral Projection and founded the Monroe Institute and Hemi-Sync technologies which have helped millions have spiritual journeys over the decades. This excerpt talks about Monroe himself experiencing something VERY similar to you.

Monroe found this new "realm" he could enter if as he reached the vibrational stage of having an OBE, but instead of instantly rising out of his body, he would do a barrel roll in place so his astral body was face down, still in line with his face-up physical body's axis. Once he completed the 180 degree turn, he could see a hole in the shape of his body which he could travel through into a realm he called Locale III, in which he seemed to temporarily live the life of another person. It's really interesting check it out:

2/27/59 Night
Determined to find some more (or even one!) answers about the hole, I
went through the vibration and 180° rotation pattern, and deliberately
went through. It was still black and dark, but not unpleasant, no hands,
no presence. I could feel something solid under me, so I tried very hard
to open my eyes and "see." I did, and everything came into view. I was
standing near a building (more like a barn than a house) on what was a
wide, meadowlike area. I thought I would try to soar up into the sky
(deep clear bluef no clouds), but I couldn't seem to get off the ground.
Maybe I had weight here. There was what looked like a ladder a hundred
feet or so away, and I went to it and realized it was a tower of some
kind, about ten feet tall. Like a bird needing take-off room, I climbed
the tower to the top, leaped away in take-off- and fell promptly to the
ground with a solid thud! I guess I was surprised as a bird with clipped
wings must feel.

I got to my feet, and realized how foolishly I was acting. I was not
following the proper procedures. Even "here," they had to be followed. I
held up my hands and arms in the stretch-out position, and went up
easily. I moved slowly over the meadow, enjoying the view and
exploration, when suddenly something flew past me. 1 turned just in time
to see it heading for the wall and the hole. I was afraid for some reason that this was something that would go through and try to enter my
body, so I wheeled in flight and dove for the hole. Too late, I realized
that what I thought was the hole was a window in the side of the
building-and then I was through the window and in blackness. I felt
around in the dark, and there was the outline of the hole. I went
through, rotated, and sat up in the physical.

Everything looked normal, and I was in the right place, the time passage
was O.K., so back I went! Vibrations were still strong, so I rotated
180°, went through the hole and out into brightness. More observant this
trip, I noticed two people, a man and a woman, sitting in chairs near
the outside of the building. I couldn't make contact with the man, but
the woman (no physical identification other than this) seemed to know I
was there. I asked her if she knew who I was, but I could get nothing
other than a sense of awareness on her part. The vibrations started to
fade, so I backed away, dove into hole, rotated, and sat up. Total time
of the entire episode was forty minutes.

...


Locale III, in summary, proved to be a physical-matter world almost
identical to our own. The natural environment is the same. There are
trees, houses, cities, people, artifacts, and all the appurtenances of a
reasonably civilized society. There are homes, families, businesses, and
people work for a living. There are roads on which vehicles travel.
There are railroads and trains.

Now for the "almost." At first, the thought was that Locale III was no
more than some part of our world unknown to me and those others
concerned. It had all the appearances of being so. However, more careful
study showed that it can be neither the present nor the past of our
physical-matter world.

The scientific development is inconsistent. There are no electrical
devices whatsoever. Electricity, electromagnetics, and anything so
related are non-existent. No electric lights, telephones, radios,
television, or electric power.

No internal combustion, gasoline, or oil were found as power sources.
Yet mechanical power is used. Careful examination of one of the
locomotives that pulled a string of old-fashioned-looking passenger cars
showed it to be driven by a steam engine. The cars appeared to be made
of wood, the locomotive of metal, but of a different shape than our now
obsolete types. The track gauge was much smaller than our standard track
spacing, smaller than our narrow-gauge mountain railways.
I observed the servicing of one of the locomotives in detail. Neither
wood nor coal was used as a thermal source to produce steam. Instead,
large vatlike containers were carefully slid from under the boiler,
detached, and rolled by small cart into a building with massive thick
walls. The containers had pipelike protuberances extending from the top.
Men working behind shields performed the removal, casually cautious, and
did not relax their automatic vigilance until the containers were safely
in the building and the door closed. The contents were "hot," either
through heat or radiation. The actions of the technicians all seemed to
indicate the latter.

The streets and roads are different, again principally in size. The
"lane" on which vehicles travel is nearly twice as wide as ours. Their
version of our automobile is much larger. Even the smallest has a single
bench seat that will hold five to six people abreast The standard unit
has only one fixed seat, that of the driver. Others are much like
living-room chairs, placed around a compartment that measures some
fifteen by twenty feet. Wheels are used, but without inflated tires.
Steering is done by a single horizontal bar. Motive power is contained
somewhere in the rear. Their movement is not very fast, at something
like fifteen to twenty miles per hour. Traffic is not heavy.
Self-powered vehicles exist in the form of a four-wheeled platform which
is steered by the feet acting upon the front wheels. A mechanism pumped
by the arms transfers the energy to the rear wheels, much like the
children's "rowing wagons" of some years back. These are used for short
distances.

Habits and customs are not like ours. What little has been gleaned
implies a historical background with different events, names, places,
and dates. Yet, while the stage of man's evolution (the conscious mind
translates the inhabitants as men) seems to be identical, technical and
social evolution are not completely the same.
The major discovery came soon after I gathered the courage for extended expeditions into Locale III. In spite of early indications, the people
there were not aware of my presence until I met and "merged" temporarily
and involuntarily with one who can only be described as the "I" who
lives "there." The only explanation I can think of is that I, fully
conscious of living and being "here," was attracted to and began momentarily to inhabit the body of a person "there," much like myself.
When this took place-and it began to be an automatic process when I went
to Locale III-I simply took over "his" body. There was no awareness of
his mental presence when I temporarily displaced him. My knowledge of
him and his activities and his past came from his family, and what was
evidently his brain memory-bank. Though I knew that I was not he, I
could feel objectively the emotional patterns of his past. I have
wondered what embarrassment I have caused him as a result of the periods
of amnesia created by my intrusions. Some must have brought him much
distress.

Here is his life: "I" There-at the first intrusion, was a rather lonely
man. He was not particularly successful in his field (architect/contractor), and not too gregarious. He came of what might be classified
as a low-income group, and succeeded in going to the equivalent of a
minor college. He spent much of his early career in a large city in an
ordinary job. He lived on the second floor of a rooming house, and took
a bus to work. It was a strange city to him, and he made few friends.
(The bus, incidentally, was very wide, seating eight abreast, and seats
rose behind the driver in successively higher tiers, so that all could
see the road ahead.) My first intrusion caught him just as he was
getting off the bus. The driver looked at him suspiciously when I tried
to pay a fare. It seems that none is charged.

The next intrusion came at an emotional crisis. "I" There met Lea, a
wealthy young woman with two children, a boy and a girl, both under four
years of age. Lea was a sad, wistful, and somewhat preoccupied person,
who seemed to have experienced some major tragedy in her life. This had
some relationship to her former husband, but was not clear. "I"
There met her quite accidentally, and was deeply attracted to her. The
two children found in him a great companion. Lea appeared only mildly
interested at this first meeting. Her greatest response lay in his
attention to and warmth for the children.
A short time later an intrusion occurred just as Lea and "I" There had
announced to friends-her friends-that they were going to be "married"
(this has a slightly different connotation). There was much
consternation among the friends, chiefly due to the fact that it had
been only thirty days (?) since some major event had occurred in Lea's
life (divorce, her husband's death, or some physical debilitation). "I"
There was still greatly attracted, and Lea was still sad and
introspective.

A later intrusion came when Lea and "I" There were living in a house in
a semipastoral surrounding. The house sat on a low hill, had long
rectangular windows, and very wide eaves much like those of a pagoda.
The railroad curved around the hill some three hundred yards in the
distance, the tracks coming in from the right in a straight line, then
across the front of the hill, then around to the back and to the left
There was deep green grass from the steps of the house, down over the
roll of the hill. Behind the house, "I" There had an office, a one-room
building where he worked.
On this occasion, Lea entered the office and came over to the desk just
as I had replaced "I" There.
"The workmen want to borrow some of your tools,' she said.
I looked at her blankly. I was not sure what to say, so I asked her what
workmen.
"The men working on the road, of course." She had not yet sensed
anything wrong.Before I realized what effect it would have, I said there were no men
working on the road. With this, she looked at me intently, with a
growing suspicion. I was thoroughly unsure of what to do next, so I left
his body and returned through the hole.

Another eventful intrusion came when "I" There had set up his
laboratory. He was not fully qualified to perform research, but he had
decided he could make some kind of new discoveries. He had (perhaps with
the assistance of Lea's wealth) taken a huge storage building, divided
it internally into small rooms, and was conducting some kind of experiments. In the middle of one, I displaced him in his body, but was unable
to calculate what was next in his routine. Just then, Lea came in, with
visitors, principally to show the kind of work he had achieved in the
renovated building. I (in "I" There's body) stood there unable to speak
when Lea asked me to tell them of the work I had been doing.
Somewhat embarrassed, Lea led the couple out into another room. I
hesitated when perhaps "I" There would have followed. I tried to "feel"
any pattern of activity that he might have been doing. The best I could
get was that he had been trying to develop new forms of theatrical
entertainment, designing theater stages, lighting, and sets, all in an
attempt to make watching a play a strongly subjective experience. With
only this partial success in his recall, I left his body when I heard
them returning so as to avoid further complicating his life.
A vacation in the mountains was under way at another intrusion point.
"I" There, Lea, and the two children were riding along a winding
mountain road, each on the self-propelled vehicle described elsewhere. I
"took over' inadvertently just as they were reaching the bottom of one
hill and had started up another. New to the device, I tried to make it
go up the next hill, and soon rolled off the road and into a small pile
of dirt. The rest waited while I tried to get back on the road, and I
muttered that there were better ways to get around than this. This
triggered something in Lea, and she suddenly became quiet. Why, I didn't
know. (I'm sure "I" There did.) I tried to tell her that I was not who
she thought, then realized that this was only making it worse. I
"left," returning to the hole and the physical body.
In later intrusions, "I" There and Lea no longer lived together. He had
met with some success, but some action of his alienated her. Alone, he
has thought of her constantly, and deeply regretted the weakness that
made him displease her. He met her casually once, in a large city, and
pleaded with her to let him visit her. She told him she would let him do
so, and see how things worked out. She lived in the equivalent of an
apartment, on the third floor of a residential building. He promised to
come.
Unfortunately, "I" There lost or forgot the address she gave him, and at
the last intrusion, was a lonely and frustrated man. He was sure that
Lea would interpret his loss of the address as indifference on his part
and another example of his instability. He was working, but was spending
his idle time trying to find Lea and the children.
What can be made of all this? In view of the less than idyllic
circumstances, it scarcely qualifies as an escape from reality via the
unconscious. Nor is it the type of life one might select to enjoy
vicariously. One can only speculate, and such speculation of itself must
consider concepts unacceptable to present-day science. However, the
"dual but different" life activity may lend a clue to the "where" of
Locale III.
The most important assumption is that Locale III and Locale I (Here-Now)
are not the same. This is based upon the differences in scientific
development. Locale III is not more advanced, perhaps even less so.
There is no time in our known history where science was at the Locale
III stage. If Locale III is neither the known past nor the present, and
not the probable future of Locale I, what is it? It is not a part of Lo-cale II, where only thought is needed or used.
It might be a memory, racial or otherwise, of a physical earth
civilization that predates known history. It might be another earth-type
world located in another part of the universe which is somehow
accessible through mental manipulation. It might be an antimatter
duplicate of this physical earth-world where we are the same but
different, bonded together unit for unit by a force beyond our present
comprehension.

[Harvest]

That's very interesting. The quote of Monroe's book too.