I'm going to stop apologising for the delays in posting the updates now, or it'll start to sound a bit lame... I'm trying to keep up with myself -
aiming for one update per day... Hopefully that'll keep the wolves at bay (Wayno..)
Anyway - I said I'd comment on the second dream this time, so here goes:
Unlike the 'dream'/experience I described in my previous post, this next one was actually really positive (ultimately, despite some initial
confusion)... It recurred several times, exactly the same each time, over the course of around five years. The first occasion was shortly after the
torturous experience described in my last post - again aged six. I haven't had the dream for at least eighteen years, but it's still as clear as
It starts out with me standing in the living room of my father's house. I'm looking at my father, who's just entered the room - except it's not
really my father - at least not in appearance. The strange thing to try and explain is that I knew it WAS my father, despite the incorrect
appearance. At the same time, I got the impression that this symbolism was leading me to actually view him as an 'adoptive' parent of sorts. The
main thing holding my attention though was the huge albino python draped around his neck and shoulders.. My 'father' was holding its upper body,
near to its head (its 'neck'). He had a glazed look, seemingly oblivious to the snake as it weaved about and flicked it's forked tongue. It was
apparent that he was under the hypnotic influence of the creature, being drone-like and unresponsive when I tried to ask what was going on. I became
understandably scared; the eyes of the python were bright red, piercing - the totality of the image and symbolism was fairly frightening.
I determined that despite the palpably negative atmosphere, I wasn't in any immediate danger, and decided to 'make my escape'. In waking life we
lived in a fairly well-to-do area in Cheshire - a few roads away from our house ran a small stream, bisecting the village. In the dream, things were
similar, but a high wood panel fence surrounded our garden - immediately behind it was the stream. I ran down to the end of the garden, and at that
point my perspective shifted. My consciousness was hovering above the stream, looking back at the fence, garden and house beyond - immediately I saw
myself break through the fence and land in the stream. From there, my consciousness re-merged with my form - I ran, splashing, for a considerable
distance, not wanting to think about the fearsome situation left behind.
At some point there was a 'total shift' in my awareness, and I was no longer negotiating the stream - instead, I found myself standing on an
asteroid, travelling at great speed through space - with multitudes of other people, some being 9ft 'giants'.
The most overwhelming
sensation, once there, was that I was 'home' - with true friends; that I was no longer in any sort of danger, that there was no longer any risk of
unhappiness. Perfect, 'heavenly' peace - combined with a great sense of anticipation and excitement, shared by all the others, who were gathered as
though viewing the area of space that we were heading towards.
The most abstract thing (apart from all of it...
) was that Prince Charles was there, and he was somehow in charge of the whole scenario...
Firstly, let me say this: When I awoke from this dream, I had a sense of longing; an unspeakable sadness that I wasn't on that 'planet'. I
understood that in some way this dream was suggesting that I was from 'elsewhere' in the universe, a suggestion that my young mind could readily
accept - but I was convinced that somehow my subconscious had 'got it wrong'. After all, my six year old self reasoned, how could an alien planet
be moving like an asteroid? Surely they can only orbit stars in the same way that Earth does..?
* CONTINUED BELOW *
[edit on 9-4-2010 by NoahTheSumerian]