Dreams tales

[brujo]

What really should be amazing is the number of people that dream their future.

Three years ago...
I dreamt my self walking down hill into a valley, where there where tents and different bubbles of perceptions created by people there.
Every shop had an aroma, a perceptional value that was added by the intention of their will.
I recognized them immediately.

Experimenters.

I remember Indians sitting on a Sarape, two sticks held a pot of peyote buttons... I was familiar with their dress code.. I was born in Nogales, Sonora where half the hospital burned as my mother gave birth under a full moon. Yakis.

My mouth was dry and my senses wondered the plain of visions emanated by the crowd. I couldn't keep my energy from seeking to understand their trip. On second thought who really wants to jump into a lake of sensual pleasures? these not just physical but spiritual as well. In the end everything broke into laughter.
After my attention gathered the elements needed to make sense of this dream I realized it was a... Rave.

There is psychic ability in all of us.
I would use the word Skeptics for those who try to rationalize this madness into what I call bureaucratic nonsense where all experiences must be transmitted as being held by others.

How do you compare you intuition to a process of social momentum?

[brujo]

This comes from a dream I had .. that came thru on April.

[nomad]

There is psychic ability in all of us.

Without a doubt.

I am reminded of a friend, close to me.. She went to Chicago to live with her father for some time, whom she had never met. She studied, haha how shall I say "shamanic tradition" as an adolescent (and was in fact my introduction to Castaneda's works). Her family over there could be called true Americana conservatives, God fearing people who love Mom and apple pie et al. Once she spoke with her father about out-of-body experiences. He confided in her that when he was much younger, he would to have these experiences often. Frightening as they were, he prayed to his God that they would cease, and they certainly did, never to return.


Was this a psychic act? I believe it was, one driven by social momentum. The intuition however - in my personal experience is intimately linked to the experiences of the so-called dreaming body. I feel that intuition is the true expression of real cognitive independence, and much of what I have learned through the dreaming ways has been discovered by actively confronting the known fears of known forms, and in the end seeing them not for what I have been "told" they are, but rather simply as I see them. Both experiences are truth, both are psychic acts, though one is the act of repetition and the other of discovery. Time does not seem to be any exception.

[HSH]

I had a wonderful dream this night.

I was in our workroom, and on the table stood a small figure with a tag next to it: brujo. I thought this perhaps is a piece he's working on.

Next entered my brother with two women. Then the figure began to move. We all stood there, watching it.

The figure danced, and my brother thought it was some sort of dog and pony show and started to hum a jingle. I didn't want to address him because I was immersed in watching.

The figure first danced on the table, then jumped to the floor and didn't look humanlike anymore. Something round, kind of fluid and whitish, vibrating and moving. Then it disappeared by downsizing, during accelerating speed.

My brother still hummed that jingle, which I didn't like because of its primitive rhythm. He was sort of an absent-minded spectator, not really watching but behaving as if it was just entertainment. The typical audience of our time.

I asked him whether he had seen the magical disappearance. Everything was magical in that dance, but at least the desappearance was so out of the ordinary that no one could oversee it.

He said, no. I rebuked him, stating that this was a thing so seldom that you can be lucky if you see it once in a life. Then I woke up.

........

Probably we can talk about what my brother and the two women actually are. Since the magical things happen to us unforeseen and individually, anyway.

[brujo]

I dreamt of something similar. I was with a group of "students" most of these I knew to be on their own path.

Everyone was afraid of confronting an object that was outside the house we gathered in. Being of a daring nature, I ran to meet this strange object that now had melted into a metallic bubbling puddle.
I focused my attention on it only to feel its presence, my mental image of my body disperse into a cloud of energy (at least that's what i felt) the object turned into a small ball of energy that I can only described as feeling its life force.
There was an interchange of feelings. I showed him happiness wile we spiraled on the air. In the interchange he gave me a useful tool for traveling in dreams.

[brujo]

For some reason I have forgotten a great deal or rather have left behind good experiences. It seems to be a kind of trade between a life stile that requires excellence to a mediocre one that requires money.

I hope that we can connect more about or experiences. This way it will help me remember more of the self I have prepared for years and continue discovering more.

[HSH]

I have had no dream for weeks. Last night there finally was a long one, quite demanding, but I couldn't remember it, it was so complicated and fast, or not fast, but rather the images switching from one to the other without much transition, and all of them kind of uncommon.

[nomad]

I do not know how opportunity is created, but where the head turns, the body will follow. Basic needs are often the villain in our nightmares, sometimes it is only survival. There are times when we confront the gruesome forms and discover only friendship.

[HSH]

Where should I turn my head in dreaming?

...

Yesterday it was wonderful, Manfred used me, right after I fell asleep, to teach some many children that read my posts in that other forum. (It's in German language.) It was like seeing, and I awoke after that, and it went on just like in the dream, only that I was more inhibited and less secure about my actions.

[nomad]

Opportunity, be alert

Dreaming has always been unpredictable for me. Sometimes I feel it coming, it is definately a state of mind when I'm awake. One of the last times I dreamed was a little over two years ago..

I stand in the dark and remember myself. Near me is a door and I feel a great pressure. There is a churning and I hear growling like earth. A thing is on the other side of the door, and I feel fear creeping toward terror. There is a moment where I will make a decision. I remember what I've already seen, and reach to open the door. I am leaning against it and the terror is in my gut. I listen to it closely and feel the tentacles pulling out, wrapping around the door and emerging in form. I am connected and relax my gut, penetrate it with silence. Loosening the attention, and it falls still. I open the door and see the vapor of my will, and I pass through.

[brujo]

Sounds familiar. Getting thru the door is the challenge. It is the same fear we face fear in our waking life.