A couple of nights ago, I dreamed/or traveled to a place that was much like a concentration camp medical experimental facility. I was aware I was a prisoner, and aware I was being made violently ill by some medication I was being give. I was also aware that to refuse the medication meant immediate execution. What I recall of this, is that I was very quietly showing another prisoner medication I had pretended to take and had stashed. I looked around, said nothing, but withdrew my hand from my pocket showing him a FIST full of capsules. One of the side effects was intense diarrhea. Without speaking I was communicating to this person that I was going to try to flush the capsules when I went to the bathroom. He was indicating to me non-verbally about the surveillance cameras everywhere, including the toilet area and that there was a small margin of a sweet spot that the cameras couldn't see. It was really small. Nearly impossible. I was sitting on the potty and it was wave after wave of the most intense diarrhea I had ever had. I was trying to position myself to wad the capsules up in the toilet paper, wipe with it, and get it flushed without being noticed. I knew the cost of being caught was death, but so was the experiment. I was choosing to go out on my own terms and by standing up to my captors.
I must have been whining in my sleep because I was aware, in the sleep/dream place that my husband hand turned over and snuggled up to me and placed his hand on top of my head to soothe me. Sometimes he will also gather some hair at the crown of my head and gently pull. This has an effect of grounding me and releasing energy through the crown of my head. But this time what I was aware of is that he started to do that and then was working above my head. In a twisting motion like a swirl or as though he had my hair (which he did not), he was twirling upwards and away just a few inches. It may have only lasted a period of a couple of seconds and then I was more alert, out of the dream and the headache I had been building was releasing. I asked him the next day about this. He has no recollection of doing this. He really is more magic than he realizes.
Then yesterday evening, I was talking to my husband about this and that and rather randomly said "When was the last time you talked to "_______"? He said he couldn't really remember. Then said "What made you think of that?" I said "I have absolutely no idea. It came in suddenly and randomly and unrelated to what we were just talking about. Maybe you should call him." No idea about that...but up to Hubby to follow through or not.
The last couple of nights I've been aware in the evening of the chair that I sit in making loud noises as springs seem to shift. But I'm sitting still. It's a continual pop/sproing. At first I just thought maybe it's always done this and I just haven't noticed. But after a couple of nights, I started to first wonder if it was related to the weather (lots of shifting between sunshine, and thunder storms). I wondered if the pressure shifts (which also effect my body to an extreme) might be effecting the chair. But my husband's identical chair isn't doing it. Then I had the flash thought that there might be a spirit or spirit around either trying to get my attention or just trying to be a royal nuisance.
Then last night I had two dreams. They both had to do with a menacing force invading my space. I know that my husband again, snuggled up to me and brought me out of my dream for at least one of them.
In the first dream/contact, there was a menacing male figure who entered my yard. He was snooping around. He had a threatening energy about him. I got up to look out the window and watch him going through the yard, trying to decide if I should wake my husband or call the police. I ended up sort of going room to room watching his progression through the front to the side to the back yard. At the point at which he had his hand on the garden gate and was going to enter it, I said loudly, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??" He looked toward me and I held up a cell phone and said "I've already called the police, they're on their way." He ran.
In the other dream/contact (because actually they both felt less like a dream than like menacing spirits that were actually present). I "heard" two male voices outside the bedroom window. Their intent was to get in. To what end I don't know. They put a step ladder next to the house and one of them, in a hoodie (hence the picture I used above), was standing on the ladder preparing to enter the room. I could not see his face. I just knew he was male, and had on a hoodie. They were talking to each other about their plan but none of that registered. The area where his face would be was in shadow. I was scared, really scared. I went to the window and for whatever reason they could not see me. My face was almost even with his face with only the screen between us. I think I meant to yell, but all that came out was a strange, a bit frightening sort of slow building roar. They were frightened and they ran. I think that's when my hubby snuggled in. I may have roared in my sleep.
We're having thunder storms as I write this today (I'm writing this post on July 14th...trying to get some posts written ahead for when I'm gone here and there this summer). I was outside today doing some work in the yard in between showers. I felt uneasy. The thought as the wind picked up was "something wicked this way comes". Then the next thought was, I closed my eyes and envisioned the wind as a cleansing wind and just set the intention for the wind to cleanse away whatever had "blown in" over the last week or so. I lifted my face and enjoyed the coolness of the wind and just asked for protection and cleansing for my house and yard.
When I went inside for a break in between showers, the thought flitted through my mind "the house needs music". What this means to me is as a protection or a cleanse. Then "it needs Japanese music". I have several CD's with ambient music including Japanese flutes etc. What I ended up drawn to and chose was Tibetan singing bowls. The recording isn't "music" by most standards. Not songs by most standards. It is a series of vibrational pitches on Tibetan Singing Bowls. I've included a video clip below of what it is sorta like.
So that's what's going on. Rather interesting. A culmination of a heightened awareness again of the spirit world and dreams and some psychic input. It tends to come and go with me. I'm not "on" all the time, thank goodness. I also this morning had a dream about a funeral of someone I know (don't worry...it's not YOU). I got very sick at the funeral in my vision from absorbing too much grief energy from others. So if it DOES come to pass, I need to plan to spend the night, be sure I have my migraine meds with me, and be sure to do my very best to not take in other people's grief. It's THEIRS to traverse.
I can't glean to much symbolic meaning from these recent events. They don't feel like symbolic dreams. What I DO take from them is that I'm growing stronger even though I don't have these encounters very often anymore. I'm growing my backbone. It is more like me in a dream to hide and cower...to freeze. More often I awake from a dream terrified because I awoke just at the moment with the "bad guy" finds my hiding place. In them I am often helpless. If dreams are what these were (and I don't think they were), I am standing up a little more...OK, maybe a LOT more. I confronted the "man in the yard" and "the men at the window" and "the assholes at the medical experimentation center" (well, maybe in that case I secretly resisted and made a choice for my terms for my death). I also chose to immediately switch from my typical fear response when I was in the yard, to one of empowerment and turning the tables on the wind itself. I guess that's some sort of progress, eh?
Another thought I had was about the diarrhea. I know, gross, right? I recall there was no physical sensation of illness. No pain, no tummy cramps. I'm interpreting this to be symbolic of purging that which is no longer needed in my life. At at the rate it was coming out, I had a lot of "shit" to release. That sounds like a good thing too.
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