Strange Mined Beach.

First of I was seeing the vibratory patterns of different letters.  They were like glowing in light wired squiggles and how each letter made a different squiggly shape?



Then the dream

This dream was amazing visually with a wired story.

I'd been invited to a party with Fay some of her friends and their parents.  (Not anyone I that I know who actually exists)
The party was on their private beach and the dream starts as we arrive at this beach. 

The beach is below a huge massive cliff that continues for miles, the cliff face has been hewn/mined it's flat and scraped by what must have been massive machines - the cliff it's self is made of this iridescent rock the likes of which I've never seen.  It might have been crystal or metal,  it shines with purple/blue/green.... all the colours in the starlight. 

This beach also is utterly out of this world.  It's night and the sky is a deep purple, filled with stars, the beach is wide and the sea so far out as not to be visible.... on the sand which is silver are the silhouettes of bits of ancient mining equipment, rusted and broken jutting out of the sand like decayed metal teeth.

We are walking along the beach, the girls have gone ahead and I'm with 3 parents and their husbands.  They are intending for us to enjoy drugs drink and sex together.... I'm just in awe of my surroundings. 

They have wired modern dwellings built and dug into the base of the cliffs, they have large automatic sliding glass doors.   In the dream, I'm unbelievably drowsy.  I kept apologising that I'd only had one drink but I felt like I'd been drugged as I just couldn't stay awake.  Inside one of the strange apartments, I'm helped to a bedroom with a bizzar ensuite bathroom the toilet was almost like an airlock.   I stumble to the bottom of the bed and fall into a wired hazy sleep.    During the dream, I wake up.   I wasn't sure where I was, I was still in the room and I go to the window where I look out onto the most incredible nebular  I still felt drowsy but also just in awe of what I was looking at.  In the distance, I could see a crystalline floating structure... massive like a base I guess, it's an almost fractal, honeycomb design sprawling and floating in space. 

I struggle out of the room still feeling very disoriented - like I can't wake up properly, and apologise or just crashing out and I head outside to clear my head.  Outside are strange creatures like stingrays that hover over the sand, they have hands and arms to a little like triangle-shaped tadpoles - one is playing with another small grey furry mammal that was like a cross between a cat& rodent. 

Zak woke me up here. 

Deconstructing Dream Structure.

22nd wow that feels like weeks ago... not just one day.  Anyway, 22nd was blurry (wine-related blurry)

Something about a lense  & Communications, checking in with 'off-world' 

The dream I had was a school/residential dream.   I go visit Roz & Kelly in a dorm/room space.   The room I used to have is occupied now and I'd finished the class.  I wasn't really sure where to go and had a small baby with me.  I chatted with them for a while, I was offered a room to rent in the building but it was expensive so I left again on a subway. 

23rd. 


Get the 'Spiritual Quarenteen' message again There are many of us we are jumping to fast and need to wait for stuff to catch up before we can go again. 

Reminded me of other dreams where me and a few others have been separated from the larger group of people as we jump to fast and destabilise stuff. 

Next is an odd dream where I'm going to collect something, I go with Ian I have a black cat with me again.  The house we collect the item from has a woman with green and purple hair, she's much younger than her husband and tells me she will walk me to the 'shop'

The cat follows me and we leave into a strange town with wide streets and no traffic, collections and drop-offs are happening in a market square in a round brick building one way in and go in a ring to come out.   I lose the woman and meet her husband, he's very very tall with the same weirdly long fingers that this woman had the on the 18th.  He is having an auction of old cabinets and furniture painted many colours and has dragged them on to the street. 
I go into a bathroom and look in a mirror but I'm looking at my arm which is like a bird of paradise plant.  Purple/Green/Orange feathered.. like a puppet.

Next is a more lucid dream where I'm in a different Haslemere, there is a post office in the accountancy building and an old fashioned newsagents were the kid's hairdressers an elderly lady is buying milk and some sweets in a paper bag.  I stand behind her and go into the shop and down some stairs into a basement.  Some of the locals are in various places in this dream space.
I'm trying to deconstruct the dreamscape while inside it, there is a fractal honeycomb pattern and also softer curving pattern deeper below this one, they aren't meshing quite right.   I'm very lucid and when I look down and my hands there are waving and transparent with many fingers. 

I keep trying to see in between the various layers to see what's not meshing right and I notice a male observing me, he askes 'Have you found the Ankh yet'  I smile and shake my head.   

I can see a flower of life pattern and then sacred geometry mesh too... line and curve. 

Next, I'm in the air over a massive conifer forset...  we are the forest, not the trees - I'm discussing 'prison' with someone and my stance is rehabilitation over incarceration.   

Dream Weaving

First up is wild, it's like multidimensional dreams kind of an angelic soul review.  Psychic & physical guessing the nature of reality games.  It's like a world review where you're wrapping up thousands of lives but bigger... so your wapping up many worlds and their evolution.  

'VAST' is the best description, I felt dizzy waking up :P   Oddly I didn't wake strait up, I dropped back first into one of my main dreamscapes first.  It was the Craster one at night in the middle of the street.   I tried to get a perspective on stuff there before waking up here.

Numbers 1 threw 12 paired up in strings.   ???   Not sure what this means/ is yet... but THAT.

Oh, also ancient portals... allover the earth old ancient sites!  They are portals some of them are female some male   (Charge  Black/White)  Crumbled... but also Coming back online, or activating. 


Next up I'm dancing.... First, there are many of us and then the men sit down, go home but the women aren't watching we are lost in the dance/trance.  It's ancient and now, it's tribal and raves we dance for hrs and hrs all the women together. 

When the lights come back on we are confused and wondering where the men went, but all hugging each other and saying goodnight.  Makes me think of this dream from last month but with women.

Next dream is more dreamlike.

Starts in an unfamiliar street and I'm with 'my father' but it's not my waking dad.  He's elderly and I love him,  the street is wide the sky grey we are taking a tram.  He's elderly black African, stooped over with a stick he wears an old suit, green flannel thick and checked and his curled hair is mainly grey now,  he keeps farting.  I help him onto the tram with me and we find a seat together. 

Sitting we are now watching an 'overlay'  an image we recall of a mother, beautiful strong black African it's like watching a tube map, but it's fast and multidimensional she's whizzing back and forth weaving fast, the stops on the tube style map are realities places and time and we are watching her weave quickly pulling threads together into fabric. 

Seen changes and I'm watching a version of me, there is an elderly 'parent's right advocate' she's old with bright blue eyes (Like the architect has) she's fast and wise and talking and then she pauses to let me speak.

I watch a version of me speak, she's hurt, passionate too and speaks with closed eyes shedding tears...  She says

'Any other female (meaning the other species) would fight to the death to protect their offspring, we have a system disguised to make women and parents powerless, we are tricked into signing our children into corporate slavery at birth... forcing them into a system we don't ourselves believe in'

Wake up here  - 

People I've connected with suddenly and randomly posting things from my dream, Zak drawing the thing they posted, and then realising I'm at the last page of my dream book too with also the same image!!

I'm a dream weaver too....  time to weave a better dream. 


"The storm does not come to destroy their fruits, nor to break their branches. The storm comes to remind them that it is at the roots where their magic is. " - Arnau de Tera -

Then Zaks picture after I asked him to draw me a magic flower & the last page of the dream book bought by Josh

  -  The baby dragons, our babies, Earths babies.  Not happening no more.  💓💓💓

Baby Dragons

Interesting memory from many years ago when I forgave Christianity (the chakra & MAYA-  dreams)  Must have been 2010ish.
It was of a dream where I'd been going door to door in some wired estate trying to sell something.... and I wandered out of the built-up area and into ancient woodland. 

Very overgrown and tangled, sunlight coming threw the leaves into the green grass.   On its side all rusted and neglected was a train carriage - just abandoned - inside it was covered with graffiti.

Anyway, last night was another busy one. 

First was about parties and friends - then talking to Ians Dad in a sort of astral way, talking about blood sugar. 

Dream about Aunty Irean's and a wired chicken, Looking out of her window to see the most amazing full moon and purple sky, houses looking like magical pixie world or something. Huge stars and grey wispy clouds, I go outside and float up for a better look.

The long dream was about a game / City it was my birthday again (Not my birthday..but was like this dream) There are women there, lots some I know coming together - all in this city, for a national festival... but it's many many women.   My daughter and her friends are there and others too, some in PJ's other in cultural clothing - some in work clothes. 

I leave them all and follow a path into a bathroom, I notice a tiny skylight window but don't fancy climbing up then notice some steps and a doorway so go outside. 

The door leads onto rooftops with a few Dorma windows, it's old old-style, tiled roofs and chimneys connecting for miles, narrow streets below make the gaps between the roofs easy to jump, there is a wooden walkway too. 

I find myself looking down from the doorway to an old and abandoned tube station once beautiful victorian tiles it is now overgrown with green, elegant trees with vines and the sun is shining.  It's like a stunning magical tiny oasis of green in this vast sprawl of city rooftops. 

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I climb down the old steps onto the abandoned platform, it's covered with ferns and small woodland plants, as I reach the platform my body is tingling and buzzing and a feral pigeon flies at me at my legs... It's covered in fleas, flat flys, ticks and I feel them on my legs too but also recognise them as 'totem's and welcome them back (My whole body is buzzing and tingling now like electric)  I think they joined red energy centre. 

I go back up the stairs and walk across the elegant glass shelter that once served to cover the platform, it's now covered with moss - across from me, I see a stone like a monument and peeping from behind it are 3 very very cute baby dragons! One is black and eyes me warily with its huge eyes, the others are purple and blue and look friendly. 

I get a message but it's jumbled.... something like 'The illusion is stranger than the veil'

A second dream was with local people and washing my hair with an egg.

Then another astral type of conversation where a female friend of mine who was a PC was asking me about some of the behaviours going on here now I told her the word ' Nihilism '    (Which was wired as I had to google it this morning to make sure it meant what I'd meant it to mean  :)

Show in a House and an Interveiw.

16/3/20 Jumbled stuff.

The first dream has wired elements.  BBC, and Tig family.  It's wired and symbolic I guess, there is a large house open like a dollhouse. 

It's a costume drama type of performance and a song 'Genisis'

Tig is a player on the stage and the house is a show.  Her Mam is playing a crone/temptress with bright red Apple.  The building has 2 identical attic rooms and I'm in one with 1 other and 2 people like us are in the other.  They are a little like bell towers.  Her dad is playing, control. 

We are watching from above and helping.   There are strings going down to the stage and we join the song while watching from above - we know the script.  At one point I go down to the ground level where it is busy, I pass 2 gay lovers coming up the spiral stairs with drinks talking about the show. 

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Next is Zak & Lia and I'm running them a bath is a wired huge old fashioned pink bathroom.  There isn't enough warm water and they are complaining it's cold but I make them wash anyway as I'm taking them to see a show/film.

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Dogs running free outside, Kef & Wolfee are there and I'm walking in a stream, the water is clear and the banks are soft sand.. It's hard to get out of the stream.

-  Next dream was wired, it was like a Kali type energy a crazy woman in a new build house block.  All white pebbledash and matching doors and windows.  She had a man and woman she was tieing up behind a big brown gate and a policeman was onto her. 

17th/3/20 

Again, not clear - one bit I do recall was someone giving me some kittens to care for but they had an infestation of huge fleas!

I also had one of the dreams were you can't open your eyes.... like they are gummed shut and you're looking out threw your eyelids.   Blurry.

18th

Walking barefoot and stub my toe, when I look it's cut with a flap of skin/hole and I pull out of it a bit of fabric/cloth.

Chatting with Lara in astral space.

The dream is set in this loft type of space with no windows.  White walls and black wooden eaves

Roweena is there and it's a yoga class, the lighting is low and soft and we all have a yoga mat and a meditation cushion.

Trestle tables down one side are lade with food.  Homemade cakes, salads, fruit (I think we had all brought something with us to share)

At the front of the class.  (My view is from right at the front on a raised area) Is Tom Hanks, he's sitting on the floor with a lady who is 'interviewing' him.  She isn't human but very human-like, her hands are the giveaway the first 3 fingers on each hand are abnormally long.  

I knew it was important and made sense at the time... but hazy on waking. 



- The last dream was a vision, a koala bear had been petrified and was strong, her baby was being cared for by a golden retriever dog.

Other DC's don't belive I'm dreaming.

A long dream that I woke got up to pee then went back into.

Set in the UK I was moving between North & London with a Uni/learning feel.

Past lovers in it and lots of lovers, I had many at once and they didn't much like it.   I'd made a journey in a car from North to South with a woman, the service stations we stopped in at were strange.

Once in London, I'm walking along a wide street.  It's not really like London, it was more open... the street we are on is high up and the buildings all single story.   There is an amazing view over the city with a low moon in the sky it was dusk and the sky is pink/blue.  I'm with a couple of other women at the end of the street is a train track we are heading too... it's small single gauge and we have missed the train, we are going to walk up the side of the track, but small fast vehicles are moving along the grass side that I'm zooming/jumping. 
We go back to the platform and I say to the other women, wait a moment.  I might be dreaming, if I am I can 'wake' fly and carry you all.    They look at me like I'm NUTS! as I count my fingers, sure enough, I have 7 on one hand and shout yep, I'm dreaming.   Give me a mo to fly, but they are all telling me not to be stupid, and trying to count my fingers too.   I hold my hand up and count out 7 on one hand then 9 on the other....  (Hands are morphing and wired)  They sill aren't convinced so I start doing long jumps and hovering getting ready to fly, but them all staring at me is making it more difficult. 

I'm still getting more lucid and taking off when a 'parade' arrives, the sun has mainly set now and the moon is up the parade is wired lead by a postman, 100's of people are following him in carnival type of gear. 

Kitten woke me up here. 

Retro Kitchen and Shared Dreams.

Main dream is my normal dream area. 

Centred on the estate, I'm with my bro and we have drugs...   like one of all kinds of drugs, but only one of each type.  He is passing them to me for safekeeping and I put them into a wooden carved box with a metal clasp.

Next, I go to find some friends to dream with.  There is a sleepover in one of the houses were we are planning to dream share a world.   It's where Emma's house used to be.. but almost like the astral version of the estate. 

I'm with the same friends from this first dream the other night where I was showing them dream-sharing.  I head into the house and upstairs to the largest bedroom it's dark and heavy velvet curtains are at the window The whole room has the feel of a large old fashioned 4 poster bed.   On the huge bed, 4 of them are laying half and half out of a dream.   I'm telling them a story as they sleep to set the stage for the dream we will share/create and it's a romance.    Hazy now but I had awareness of the room and there sleeping forms and could also see the dream they were making and the roles they had taken.  I leave them to sleep and go down into the kitchen.

The kitchen is amazing!   It's 60's 70's style like below but dark blue not green, I was very lucid and the kitchen looked fantastic, so retro not like I've ever seen or been in before and I was looking around at the patterns and colours and thinking how good it was when a woman walked in.  Dressed in 60's style black hair curled and styled, tall slim and glamorous - she was a little surprised to see me and I told her... 'You won't recognise me I used to be a friend of your daughter Marie a long time ago'  (Though she looked nothing like Marie's mum, at least not how I recall her... she was too tall and young, but I guess I could have been small)  She seemed happy to let me enjoying looking around her kitchen.




 

 Last dreams were jumbled, more sort of just visions and messages.  A bottle in a washing machine.   Children of a Second Generation and a sky upgrade needed.