Spirit World Again!

Date: 5/18/2019

By DreamRecords

So this may have occurred a couple months ago or perhaps a few weeks ago, but I wanted to update my journal with one of the most peculiar dreams—or rather, a scene, a glimpse, a brief moving still which captured the essence—of what I will call the “spirit world”. It is the second time I have had this kind of dream since I was very little. I remember having been a toddler but in the first dream in particular, having a broader awareness of this interconnected causality—of good and evil—and my own importance in the universe, all the while someone was holding my hand. It was my mother, except I could not see her body and I could tell this was who she really was—not her being on Earth. Her hand was big and a dark evening sky blue. She was bigger than the rest of them, though, and as I walked along, I seemed to be seeing myself walking with this figure from above and could see to the important central structure—a mushroom tree, but built like a building with at least two floors (was it some kind of bureaucracy?), and from inside was a yellow golden light. In fact, there were four cobblestone roads intersecting and the light from above was silver, like the giant moon. Leading up to all this though was a dream that I was with everyone from my grandma’s family—I could not see them, but I felt their presence—at her house, and I started walking and running down one of the streets, excited as if I was walking toward the playground, except strangely by myself, and I begin excitedly running—spurred on by excitement but also a little bit of fear because I knew I was anticipating something different, had this almost third eye awareness that something was going on—until suddenly it morphed into this landscape. However, as the bird’s eye view continued, and I could see shadowy (Payne’s grey) non-human figures walking in straight lines purposely to and from the central tree, it eventually just cut out. Too quickly. And I have always wanted to return. Anyway, I think I have finally returned, but even quicker than the last time. Except it was “daytime” this time, if you could call it that, because I don’t think there is a day or night. In the last one, it was a world ruled by the loving guidance of the moon. Perhaps they were all parting in awe of my mother, in retrospect. She is the moon. Anyway, this realm was also filled with mysterious beings with unfamiliar vibes and almost a hostile curiosity toward me—that is the only way I can describe it. I am clearly an out of place stranger there. It seems like they are all high-profile bureaucrats, each and every time. But not nefarious. Simply just confused as to how and why I am there. And they are also a-gendered, which I believe is what throws me off truly every time. There is a certain quality when one meets a being without a gender. And I am so clearly a strong female in that realm. This time around, the landscape was a bunch of thin, interconnected Cyprus trees—and I had emerged from a platform far away from what looked like a highway of other wooden and roped platforms, and it was like all the figures suddenly stopped their busy walking after they all noticed me two seconds (moments?—time is always hard to gauge in this realm because it is always like the measurement of time is changing, yet another thing that throws me off). They were very colorful, I remember some red packs and the patterns were like the kinds on colorful Navajo blankets—zig-zagging pinks, red, whites, greens, yellows, and oranges—while the light radiating throughout was a soft five a.m. sunshine yellow. Very mellow. The dream ended after they noticed me. High above the platforms were the tree tops and there were huts up there. I am calling it lucid because in this realm I am aware of my consciousness. Perhaps the dream ends because I am afraid because I do not understand where I am yet and why I am there.