I had a dream when I was 20 years old. It was the most unusual thing that has happened to me that I can recall in my life - and that's saying something. I have posted this because even though it was a dream (as I I had a dream when I was 20 years old. It was the most unusual thing that has happened to me that I can recall in my life - and that's saying something. I have posted this because even though it was a dream (as I see it) it was so very unusual that it could in no way be normal or mundane. A dream where everything from time, to taste, to touch, to sound, to colour, to heat and cold were so very real - I could draw no difference between the "dream world sensations" and "real world sensations" so I will elaborate on the dream:
I woke up and I was in my room that looks the same as always (it's kind of timeless) - nothing seems odd, it didn't feel like a dream, it felt like I woke up any other day - there was no difference from a real day. My step-dad comes into my room and yells at me to hurry up or I will be late for school. My bewildered response was to state very clearly that I had all the time in the world because my first unit at University wasn't until after 10:30 am followed by an argument of whether I was enrolled at Uni or not. Well, being told by my step-dad that I was being an idiot and to get dressed was wasn't anything unusual but to argue as he did about my uni enrollment was seriously screwed up, I thought he had gone nuts. The odd thing though was that my shield was different, i.e. Darker and not as strong as it should be, and full of holes in which "shadows" were permeating. There were so many shadows it was like an abyss and they were all very "tame" and eager to accompany me wherever. I intended to deal with them 'again' later but yes I was freaked out a little - it was like they had never been purged from my house.
When I'd showered, smooth faced as usual (I shaved once a week and it took forever for any stubble to grow back - so it didn't seem odd) and gone back to my room to open up by wardrobe and pick my clothes - what do I find? High school uniforms. So, bewildered I put on normal clothes not the school crap and went out into the lounge room. Of course, my mother of all people tells me that I can't go to high school dressed like that. Something felt very wrong right there and then. I asked what year it was and everyone told me it was 1999 but they wouldn't tell me what day and month it was just to go to school and stop playing games (I was notorious for being late every day for school even though I lived 5 minutes walk from the high school).
I dressed in high school uniform and picked up my old rip curl backpack which in present day I no longer used and walked to school. I did note that the high school shirts fit well to your build unlike my present day clothes. I had no idea where my Form was (where they marked your attendance) so I had to ask people. The whole day was deja vu for me. I knew what people were going to say before they were going to say it sometimes, like my social studies teacher who I recited what he was going to teach us that lesson which was all about governments and parliament and the colour of the carpet in each house). Everyone was skeptical that I was reliving a place in time that was the past for me, that I was from the future. Some of them believed me but thought it odd that I had no idea what the purpose of it happening was... What happened by lunch time, where I realized I could warn everyone about the tsunami that hit Bali and Asia in 2004 and save lives, was that I was called to the office for spreading vicious rumours. They knew me as sensible and mature for my age, but did not believe my story. They wanted me to see the school counsellor and I heard them talking about whether I was a danger to the other students or not. When I was called into the office of the deputy principle, a rather stern man, he asked me in exasperation of my claims to prove I was from the future, so I told him things a high school kid couldn't know about university courses, theology, ethics, the Curriculum Framework, and all about the university that was yet to be built. That seemed to shock him but he still didn't believe me, and I had thought it was a bummer that I didn't know the winning lottery numbers at that point. My mother was called to the school, and she dropped me off home and told me she will deal with this when she came home as she was flat out at the office.
I wasn't interesting in TV because there was nothing on at the time of day, and all the commercials looked and felt so old to me. So, I laid on the couch trying to get my head around it because I was so bored. Time was flowing normally and I was worried they'd think me mad and expel me from school and put me in a looney bin. I came to the conclusion that I would use my knowledge to blitz high school and get even higher grades in my final years. There was a lot I intended to do differently and big things I knew were going to happen in my life at the start of Year 11. Things I wanted to change. Exhausted from everything all of a sudden and for no real reason as I was being so lethargic... I went to bed in my room and fell asleep.
When I woke up it was like emerging through a great darkness, a black void, as I opened my eyes and I went about my day to learn that the world had righted itself. I asked copious questions from my parents and brother about the previous day and it was so odd. I deduced I had dreamed everything but how can a dream that takes a whole day (longer than I had been sleeping) happen in real time and be so very real - so real I cannot tell the difference between dream and reality?
But what did I do next? I looked up the winning lotto numbers for December 2002 on the internet and memorized them hoping that I would wake up in the past again I could live from that point on again. The non-physical entities Id encounter outside the boundaries of my home seemed to communicate that Id been away a long time and they wanted to know where I had went - the thing is they rarely seek me out since I purged my house of them. It also baffled me as no time technically had passed in the real world. With respect to whether my dream actually put me back in the past, subtle enquiries with people I knew about that day have confirmed that I was never called to the office about talking about a tsunami. So, I deduced it must have been a dream. I don't think I was affected by a non-physical being because not only was my room shielded with the spark-energy ability, I had purged my house of all non-physical shadows years prior. Plus the next time I woke up I woke up in what is the real world because I had uni to attend to - I thought I had missed a whole day of my life but apparently not despite the time that passed in my dream.
Has anyone experienced anything like this? The counsellor I spoke to advised that in the way of dream interpretation I was most likely was coming to terms with being unable to change the past, that my mind was sorting through the matter using a dream.
From that experience I figured it was best to be mindful of the past, to learn from it, to live in the present and be aware of and open to future possibilities/opportunities.
See it) it was so very unnusual that it could in no way be normal or mundane. A dream where everything from time, to taste, to touch, to sound, to colour, to heat and cold were so very real - I could draw no difference between the "dream world sensations" and "real world sensations" so I will elaborate on the dream:
I woke up and I was in my room that looks the same as always (its kind of timeless) - nothing seems odd, it didn't feel like a dream, it felt like I woke up any other day - there was no difference from a real day. My step-dad comes into my room and yells at me to hurry up or I will be late for school. My bewildered response was to state very clearly that I had all the time in the world because my first unit at University wasn't until after 10:30am followed by an argument of whether I was enrolled at Uni or not. Well, being told by my step-dad that I was being an idiot and to get dressed was wasn't anything unusual but to argue as he did about my uni enrollment was seriously screwed up, I thought he had gone nuts. The odd thing though was that my shield was different, i.e. Darker and not as strong as it should be, and full of holes in which "shadows" were permeating. There were so many shadows it was like an abyss and they were all very "tame" and eager to accompany me wherever. I intended to deal with them 'again' later but yes I was freaked out a little - it was like they had never been purged from my house.
When I'd showered, smooth faced as usual (I shaved once a week and it took forever for any stubble to grow back - so it didn't seem odd) and gone back to my room to open up by wardrobe and pick my clothes - what do I find? High school uniforms. So, bewildered I put on normal clothes not the school crap and went out into the lounge room. Of course, my mother of all people tells me that I can't go to high school dressed like that. Something felt very wrong right there and then. I asked what year it was and everyone told me it was 1999 but they wouldn't tell me what day and month it was just to go to school and stop playing games (I was notorious for being late every day for school even though I lived 5 minutes walk from the high school).
I dressed in high school uniform and picked up my old rip curl backpack which in present day I no longer used and walked to school. I did note that the high school shirts fit well to your build unlike my present day clothes. I had no idea where my Form was (where they marked your attendance) so I had to ask people. The whole day was deja vu for me. I knew what people were going to say before they were going to say it sometimes, like my social studies teacher who I recited what he was going to teach us that lesson which was all about governments and parliament and the colour of the carpet in each house). Everyone was skeptical that I was reliving a place in time that was the past for me, that I was from the future. Some of them believed me but thought it odd that I had no idea what the purpose of it happening was... What happened by lunch time, where I realised I could warn everyone about the tsunami that hit bali and asia in 2004 and save lives, was that I was called to the office for spreading vicious rumours. They knew me as sensible and mature for my age, but did not believe my story. They wanted me to see the school counsellor and I heard them talking about whether I was a danger to the other students or not. When I was called into the office of the deputy principle, a rather stern man, he asked me in expasperation of my claims to prove I was from the future, so I told him things a high school kid couldn't know about university courses, theology, ethics, the Curriculum Framework, and all about the university that was yet to be built. That seemed to shock him but he still didn't believe me, and I had thought it was a bummer that I didn't know the winning lottery numbers at that point. My mother was called to the school, and she dropped me off home and told me she will deal with this when she came home as she was flat out at the office.
I wasn't interesting in TV because there was nothing on at the time of day, and all the commercials looked and felt so old to me. So, I laid on the couch trying to get my head around it because I was so bored. Time was flowing normally and I was worried they'd think me mad and expel me from school and put me in a looney bin. I came to the conclusion that I would use my knowledge to blitz highschool and get even higher grades in my final years. There was a lot I intended to do differently and big things I knew were going to happen in my life at the start of Year 11. Things I wanted to change. Exhausted from everything all of a sudden and for no real reason as I was being so lethargic... I went to bed in my room and fell asleep.
When I woke up it was like emerging through a great darkness, a black void, as I opened my eyes and I went about my day to learn that the world had righted itself. I asked copious questions from my parents and brother about the previous day and it was so odd. I deduced I had dreamed everything but how can a dream that takes a whole day (longer than I had been sleeping) happen in real time and be so very real - so real I cannot tell the difference between dream and reality?
But what did I do next? I looked up the winning lotto numbers for December 2002 on the internet and memorised them hoping that I would wake up in the past again I could live from that point on again. The non-physical entities Id encounter outside the boundaries of my home seemed to communicate that Id been away a long time and they wanted to know where I had went - the thing is they rarely seek me out since I purged my house of them. It also baffled me as no time technically had passed in the real world. With respect to whether my dream actually put me back in the past, subtle enquiries with people I knew about that day have confirmed that I was never called to the office about talking about a tsunami. So, I deduced it must have been a dream. I don't think I was affected by a non-physical being because not only was my room shielded with the spark-energy ability, I had purged my house of all non-physical shadows years prior. Plus the next time I woke up I woke up in what is the real world because I had uni to attend to - I thought I had missed a whole day of my life but apparently not despite the time that passed in my dream.
Has anyone experienced anything like this? The counsellor I spoke to advised that in the way of dream interpretation I was most likely was coming to terms with being unable to change the past, that my mind was sorting through the matter using a dream.
From that experience I figured it was best to be mindful of the past, to learn from it, to live in the present and be aware of and open to future possibilities/opportunities.
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