So here are some parts of the dreams I had last night (12/13)
I was flying in a helicopter with a “faceless” guy (meaning I didn’t know him but he did have an actual face. We got to his “favorite part” where there was a waterfall. And he took this little key chain like gizmo and said watch this. he was going to jump off the water fall and the helicopter would monitor his decent rate and automatically come find him and catch him.
He was hesitating because he wasn’t sure he had the right gizmo. Then I said, wait, I am dreaming, I will go first. (I often realize I am dreaming while I am still dreaming. Now that is really fun stuff.) I said, wait am I dreaming? And then said, yes, I am dreaming. Wait, I am dreaming. So I immediately turned to the first person I saw and said, What is it like to be a character in my dream? ( I have done this once before and they said well, a lot like you when you area awake).
This person said, a lot like Alice in wonderland falling down the rabbit hole. I was like what, no metaphors.
So then I yelled at the top of my lungs to everyone in the room. You are all in my dream, a character in my dream, what is it like being a character in my dream. And people started rattling off professions of who they were, like a job interview. And I said no, what is the experience, what is your experience right now in my dream. Do you have one?
Then the garbage truck outside woke me up.
But I went back to sleep, and I said
I am the experience of being in two places at once.
And let me tell you, that was weird. It was almost like two different “minds” were feeding me information at the same time. And “Me” being I think my true spiritual “I AM” self.
Then I said, I AM the experience of the oneness, God, I AM
And the experience was very similar to what I was experiencing before I said that. But there was this painting with a “floating type head” moving by me as I was experiencing it. It was framed in a old gothic huge thick gold frame. And there was “no space” it wasn’t white, it wasn’t anything, it was nothing, between the face/head and the frame. And the painting was moving by me really slowly. Then I woke up.