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My Dream "Handlers" and the Things I've Seen

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posted on Aug, 30 2010 @ 10:03 PM
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Hello everyone!

My name is Joel, but you can call me "RedBird" if you'd like. Before I get going, I'd like to let everyone know that it's taken a lot of courage on my part to write this post. These things I'm going to be talking about are very personal in nature, and very revealing. I am a very private person, and while I have previously told only my partner about this, I would now like to share it with a wider audience. The relative anonymity that ATS provides (along with its generally accepting membership) makes it the perfect place for me to do this.

I dream almost every night. I almost always remember my dreams, and they are seldom meaningful. Not because they are mundane, but because they're usually so surreal that it's hard to attach any meaning to them. Things just don't make sense. The locations and setting are often incomplete or absurd, the characters are all bizarre combinations of people I know, nothing that happens makes any sense, and I always feel very "disembodied" as though I'm watching myself in third person, or sitting back detached and just watching myself do and say things - seldom as if I was actually "there".

I mention this only because the dreams I am about to talk about are not like this at all. They might start out as the usual random surreal dreams, but once they start to get "real", things change, and I am instantly aware of it in a way that I am never otherwise aware in my dreams. This is when my handlers visit me. I call them my handlers only because in a sort of tongue-in- cheek way, that's what they seem to me. Maybe they're more like beings that have been "assigned" to me. I really don't know, and since I've never talked about it to anyone other than my partner, I've never gotten much input on what they might be. There are two of them, one male and one female, and they have very different, but consistent, personalities. I've never thought to give them names, and I won't bother now because I can't really think of a good name for either of them.

I don't think they're aliens, or angels, or "ascended masters", though I suppose they could be. I doubt it. They could be "aspects of myself", but that doesn't feel right either. I suppose the most likely explanation is that they're nothing at all. Just my imagination. But they're something enough that I feel compelled to talk about them, even though it's hard to do so. I understand that I'm being vague, but it's important for me to get everything out in a certain order. I'd like to start with the very first dream in which I became aware of their presence. It happened about 2 years ago:
I'm at work. I mean, (as Sarah Silverman might say) "It's not my work, but it's a room that's playing my work" you know what I mean? Everything is subtly different, or askew. The ceiling isn't right. The store is the wrong size - all the dimensions are off. My co-workers are all caricatures of themselves spliced with other people in my life, and etc. Most of my dreams are like this, and it's nothing unusual.

All of a sudden, there is a woman standing behind me. I feel her standing there, and turn. She's bright white, and it's hard to look at her. She's tall. She has a very care-worn, serious face. Her voice is stern, but compassionate at the same time. She is real like no other person I have ever met in any of my dreams. I am instantly afraid of her. And when I say "afraid", I don't mean the usual "afraid" of my dreams (where I'm either running away and can't seem to make my legs move, or else I turn to confront them only to suddenly awake in a cold sweat) no, I'm afraid in a very naked, present, way. She knows me, and I know that she knows me. I'm not who I tell people I am, or how I portray myself, but this woman sees right through that and knows who I am. Now, I am a little ashamed of some parts of myself, and I have regrets, and secret shames that I've never shared, but this woman knows all of that - and somehow I know that she knows.

I'm cowering behind the counter at work, very much present (as I so seldom am, either asleep or even awake) and very much afraid. And this woman is standing there, looking at me. She asks me if I'm ready. She says it's time to wake up. I don't want to though, I'm afraid. I feel... I don't really know, like a worker who's been caught napping? Like my vacation is over but I'm not ready to come back yet? I feel like I’ve been caught “goofing off” when I had a very serious, important task I was supposed to be doing.

I tell her that I'm not ready. Some part of me wishes I was, but I know I'm not. I feel like a child again. She puts her hand on my cheek, smiles, and says "I know." Then she is gone. I wake up, and when I do, I find myself in tears. My body is shaking, and there is a lump in the back of my throat. I can still feel the tingle of the woman’s hand on my cheek. My partner is already awake, rubbing my back, and telling me it's OK. I want to tell her what happened, but I can't - it's still too real. It will be months before I tell her about that dream, and long after I experience many others much like it.

Not long after this dream, I started to experience others like it. In all of them I find myself in one of my usual dream settings, and then suddenly she appears. Other times it’s a man who appears. Though I cannot really remember the first time I remember seeing him, he’s the one who visits me most often now. I think he may have been present a few times with the woman before he ever visited me on his own. In contrast to the woman, who seems almost spiritual (that’s the only way I could describe her presence) the man is very down to earth. He is plain in his look, speech, and mannerisms. Tall, slim, and un-remarkable. I never see his eyes, as though he were wearing sun-glasses all the time, though I’m not sure that’s the case either. He has a dry sense of humour, and seems dedicated to me, as opposed to the woman, who seems too important to be responsible for just one person.

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posted on Aug, 30 2010 @ 10:04 PM
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My dreams are often embarrassing and personal, and I clearly work through a lot anxiety and self doubt (especially with regards to personal relationships) while I'm dreaming. I'm a very "mental" person, and I have a hard time expressing primal urges or emotions. As a man, I have a hard time “taking control” in sexual situations with women, and I have a hard time experiencing anger – often projecting it into the environment and onto other people. What most people experience as genuine righteous indignation, I usually experience as a profound, desperate, sadness. As a result, when I'm sleeping I have to work through a lot of the instincts and emotions I repress while awake. So even though I’m very controlled and proper and moral while I’m awake, when I’m dreaming I am often irrational, animalistic, pleasure-driven and self-serving. During this my mind is usually disembodied; watching my body do the things that I would never dare do while awake.

My partner says that I have a disconnect between my head and my heart, and that my lower chakras (primal urges and base emotions) are disconnected from my higher being, and that this is why I can’t control myself or really be present in my dreams. I’m not really sure what that means, but it makes sense to me. I do very much feel as though my lower self is somehow separated from my higher self, and that as a result I can’t really be one person when I’m in a state of pure intention (like in my dreams). I really don’t know – I’m not the new age type, and I’m not very comfortable with all that stuff.

Anyways, the male figure – the one I see most often now – seems kind of like a coach. Sometimes in my dreams he’ll show up, and suddenly make me “aware” that I’m in a dream. I’ve heard of lucid dreaming and read about it a bit, and this is, I guess, sort of like that. But it’s nothing I can do myself. He (or she) usually does it for me, by waking me up to the dream state and forcing me to be present. When this happens, my base instincts take over and I usually use my new found awareness to satisfy a basic primal urge; whether it be gorging myself on imaginary dream food, or attempting to have sex with whatever is nearby (man or woman, whatever it’s a dream and I can do anything I want).

At this point my handler will pull me back out, and wake me up. I actually vividly remember one episode in which I was wantonly fulfilling every physical urge I could while dreaming ( having become aware that it was a dream) only to have the woman in white suddenly pull me out of the experience. She looked so disappointed – and I shared my own disappointment with her. Once she pulled me out, it was easy to see where I’d gone wrong, and to want to do it right next time. But when I’m in the state of pure Intention I have so little control over myself. It’s a weakness that I feel like they never expected, and that they’re having difficulty helping me overcome. And they seem to get more and more impatient every time – as though time were running short, or I were particularly slow at learning.

I know that they’re trying to wake me up – trying to teach me – but I really have no control whatsoever when I’m in the dream state. It’s frustrating. Anyways, these episodes of lucid dreaming (under their careful watch) might be the most frustrating of my experiences with them, but there have been others that I feel are far more important. They have, on occasion, given me visions.

Now, I must warn you, I am not a prophet. I have no predictions to offer. I have no idea what’s going to happen, or even what has already happened. All I know is that what I saw in these visions seemed real – intensely real – and that I have, for so long and although I repressed it, felt compelled to share them. They seem to me (to my intellectual mind) to be not “the future” but rather one possibility of it. Rather as though I’d been given a glimpse of how things might go down as opposed to how they would for sure.

The first vision started like this: I’m biking to my friend’s house, down a residential road. It’s the middle of the night, perhaps 1-3 AM, and everything is silent. It feels like a Sunday night (Monday morning) but that’s just an impression based on the level of quiet, and how few cars are on the road. I’m biking up a little hill (“Turtle Hill” it’s called) in the suburbs (not far from where I used to live, but don’t live now) and I suddenly have an AWFUL itch on my ankles, around the sock line. I stop my bike, push down my socks, and start scratching my ankles and lower shins vigorously. Then I see some movement out the corner of my eye. There’s a community center across the street that has an electrically lit sign above it, and at first I think that’s what it is. But it’s not. As I look up, and higher, I see something in the eastern sky.

It’s as though the stars are playing musical chairs – but only in a small segment of the sky, about 60 degrees to straight up, encompassing 45 degrees of sky from north to south. There are bright lights dancing around, shining, in a constant pattern, and then occasionally lining up into the same shape. I can’t remember much about their movements, but I remember the shape. It was like this:

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Like a right-angle triangle, 90 degree angle at the top, with the straight axes running straight down to the ground and across – not like an equilateral. Basically, exactly as it shows up in this text, as opposed to how you might imagine it if it was symmetrical. The brightest light was at the bottom, and they got fainter as it went to the top. It would almost have looked like a funky comet and tail if I hadn’t seen them dance around before lining up. I look up at this triangle in the sky, and I’m filled with a sense of wonder and apprehension all rolled into one. At this point my male handler (who I didn’t even realize was there) puts his hand on my shoulder and says “Don’t worry, you’ll know when the time comes.” This reassures me, but I don’t exactly know why.

I feel like the stars aren’t real, and that what I saw isn’t what will happen, but that something similar will happen that will remind me of the vision and allow me to make the connection. That’s the idea I get at least. Nothing specific – the details don’t matter – just a Sign in the Eastern Sky, and that’s when I’ll know. However, I didn’t know what it is I’d know until after subsequent visions. And the ones that followed were infinitely more detailed and more specific:



posted on Aug, 30 2010 @ 10:05 PM
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I wake up. It’s hot, the sun is on my face, and I feel feverish. There’s crust in my eyes and I have to rub it away before I can open them. When I do, the sight I see takes a moment to absorb. We’re on a highway – the #1 heading west out of Calgary toward Banff, well past Sprignbank and into the foothills. Near the Morley Indian Reserve I think. There are trucks, cars, campers, and trailers everywhere. The closest thing I can compare it to is an air show. That’s the feeling, anyways. There are people in campers pulled by pickups, with blue poly tarps pulled over a patch of grass to make a shield from the sun. No one’s going anywhere, and there’s no sign that anyone expects to leave anytime soon.

I’m still adjusting, and the “air show” vibe hasn’t quite worn off. I don’t really understand where or when I am. I see a big beer cooler next to a ford F150, except there’s a kid bathing in it, and his mom is scrubbing him down with a big brown synthetic sponge. Vehicles are close together, but with a little private space for each family – like you might expect in a campground too close to the city, not much privacy, but your own sort of space. But it’s not just side by side – it’s side by side and front and back, like a whole field of campers. All by the side of the highway that runs through it all.
There seem to be all different sorts of people. Rich, poor, it doesn’t really matter. Some seem chatty; others seem kind of spaced out. The lady washing her son in the red and white cooler seems like she’s in a whole other world. She’s just behind us. Her husband is sitting on the hood of the truck, smoking, and looking at his hands. Suddenly I realise that the “air show” feeling stems from a sort of apprehensive expectation that we’re all feeling. Like something’s about to happen.

My mother and all my brothers are with me, but my father is missing. My partner is with me, and we’re both older, but we still feel like kids. People are running up and down the line of vehicles, either asking for information or pitching some sob story for help or attention. They all seem genuine but none of us care; there aren’t any bull-#ters left, but there’s nothing left to give to the needy.

A murmur runs down the line of vehicles, and soon we see some soldiers coming our way. Pixelated camouflage on, carrying notepads and pens, with c-7s slung over their shoulders. I notice right away that there is no magazine in the weapons. It seems silly to me that they’d be carrying weapons with no ammo, but I realize the important effect it must have on those who don’t know better – they’re doing what they can to reassure people that someone is in control and in charge.

When they finally get to us (one skinny tall bloke, and another short one with an ugly face) I figure out what it’s all about. The family picks me to talk with them because I was in the army and I know how to talk to them. They have surprisingly few questions for us. How many families? How many people? How many males, how many females? How many over and under sixteen years of age? Any specific medical problems or medications you require? That’s about it. I mention that I used to be in the forces and we talk for a minute about the old days. I ask them if things are going to work out, and they tell me everything’s going to be just fine. The government, it turns out, was way over-prepared – if caught off guard - and considering how few people made it out of the cities, it’s not hard to keep everyone going. It’s just a logistics game.

Suddenly we hear the sound of diesel engines running down the highway. A big convoy of ML canvas-covered army trucks come over a small rise and start heading towards us. I see a bunch of our neighbours jump up and start heading towards the trucks as though there is precious little to spare, but I know somehow that there’s enough. We’re fortunate, here, where we are. There’s enough. I tell my family not to worry – everything is going to be fine. I realize suddenly that I’m tired, and while my youngest brother runs off to the trucks to witness the excitement, I collapse in a rickety lawn chair and quickly fall asleep. Now that relief has come, I can finally rest.

Then I wake up.



posted on Aug, 30 2010 @ 10:10 PM
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The next dream I want to talk about is much less detailed, though equally vivid. It happened maybe a few weeks after the “air show” dream. It starts with me running. I’m so tired. It’s not a “cardio” tired, my lungs and heart seem to be keeping up, but my legs are just toast. The burn is so bad, and I can barely keep them moving. I realize I’m running through snow, deep snow. I can’t just run, I have to lift my legs straight up out of the snow and quite high before stepping forward, just to reduce drag. The snow is so high! It’s like hopping, one leg and then the other. I’m going as fast as I can. I can’t go too fast, though, because my partner is with me, and she’s holding a child in her arms. Young, but not new-born. Maybe two years old. It’s a girl; she has the same red hair as her mom. My partner is having a hard time keeping up, and I am equally frustrated and desperately sympathetic. I’m mad that she can’t keep up with me, but I know it’s not her fault. I wish she’d let me carry the child, but she insists on doing it herself. All I know is that we have to keep going. We’re going up a hill, and we’re almost at the top, and suddenly I stop.

We’re headed west-south-west. The land is parkland bordering on prairie, with foothills in the direction that we’re headed. It’s different than the “air-show” dream. Not as though it was “further in the future” but more as though it was a different course of fate – some other possibility. Anyways, I stop, and turn, and look east. Then there’s a flash. It hits me straight on from the direction I’m looking, and I’m instantly blinded. The feeling is like getting poked in both eyes with big sticks combined with the WORST ice-cream headache. I cover my eyes so fast, but they still hurt so bad. There’s noise, and a big wind, but I know we’re far enough away to be ok. I just don’t know where we’re going to go. My partner reaches me at last, and takes my hand as I flounder about in the snow. I can hear our daughter crying.

Then I wake up.

There are lots of other weird, possibly meaningful dreams that I could share, but this post is already getting very long. The last dream I want to talk about is by far the most bizarre. And I have to qualify it by stating that it took place while I was staying in Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada; well above the Arctic Circle during summer. I’ve heard that the midnight sun can play wild tricks with your dreams, so maybe that explains it all. Even still, it’s a weird one:
I’m on a big ship, playing a cool virtual-reality game that involves all sorts of delicious fun. (This should give you some idea how vivid of an imagination I have). It’s like the TFC map where you’re on the moving ship, close over the land, and you have to do whatever. So I’m going along doing my thing.
All of a sudden I find myself in a big, white-gray room. It’s huge, bigger than a gymnasium or a stadium, and one uniform colour throughout. It’s the oddest thing. There are “stations” spaced evenly throughout the room, that consist of odd “chairs” (more like the seats you’d see on roller-coasters at amusement parks, with straps and what-have-you, all being up, elevated off the ground.) And all these “chairs” are positioned around “tables”. But the tables are too low, not like anything you could touch or put something on if you were in the chairs. Almost like things you look at rather than put stuff on. And there’s a strange liquid pooling around the “tables”. This was the strangest thing for me. It was like pee or stagnant liquid – it was gross, and I didn’t want to touch it.



posted on Aug, 30 2010 @ 10:11 PM
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I got into one of the chairs, and found myself sitting around this “table” with about 7 or 8 other people. In the weirdest way, they were all “like” me. I mean, they were different ethnically, physically, gender – what have you – but they all seemed so much like me, as though I knew what they were going to say before they said it. As though I’d been confronted with a bunch of people who had the exact same personality with me. It was like seeing emotional copies of me. And we were all talking. Some of us seemed to be self-aware, and others were right out in space. Some were freaking out. It was totally bizarre, because this was a dream, but all the characters in it with me seemed FREAKED OUT, as though they were real people who had been yanked out of wherever and brought there. Honestly, I didn’t feel much better than them. I felt awful.

The next thing I knew I was floating out of my chair and upwards. Then I found myself floating down into a town. There was an ocean to the east, and I think it was somewhere on the eastern seaboard of the United States, even though the “feel” of the place was very European. I’ve never been to the east coast, so I really have no idea if this makes sense, but it felt “old” even though I was sure it was in North America. Anyways, I found myself descending down into a sort of marketplace, with wood buildings and salty air, and in front of me, some people were coming out of a pub or restaurant or something. There was a father and three sons. Only the youngest son saw me. He seemed totally taken aback, and I was hovering, about 4 feet off the ground, looking right at him.

I said, (I can’t quote, but it was something like this): “The mantle of heaven was first in Samaria, and then later in Rome. But the mantle in Rome has been taken up, and resides there no more.”

At that moment, I saw three lambs walk out of the restaurant that the man and his sons had come out of. The third lamb was sickly and small, and it had no eyes – only empty sockets, and its mouth was stained grossly like blood. It “Baa”ed and the sound of its voice was louder than ANYTHING in the world – So loud that I woke up instantly.

It was the weirdest thing I’ve ever had happen to me while I was asleep. I don’t remember the words I said exactly, but I remember a few things for sure: 1) It was “Samaria”, NOT “Sumeria”. 2) It was prosy, and it was NOT my voice speaking, even though the words came through my own lips. 3) I’ve NEVER been to a place like the place I was in when I delivered this message. I’m sure that it was somewhere on the east coast of the Unites States, but I have no idea why.

This is by far the most disturbing dream that I have ever had. I don’t think that it is “religious” in nature, though I understand how the imagery might imply such. Really, I have no idea at all. I live my life as though it never happened and it meant nothing at all. What else can I do?

Truthfully, I pretend nothing of any of this has ever happened. Its how I have to live my life. What else can I do? But it grates on me, as time passes. I feel I should share this all, if only so that someone who maybe it will mean “something” to, can take it away and do whatever with it. I don’t want it anymore. It doesn’t haunt me, but I don’t need it, and maybe it will mean something to someone else, so, here: Have it!

Take my experiences and make sense of them. I know I can’t. My Handlers visit me sporadically and usually in streaks. Sometimes I go months without them. Other times, they are there every night. I feel it has something to do with how I’m feeling with myself and all that jazz, but I really don’t know. I’m honestly afraid of them. I’m not cut out for this stuff. I’m smart, but I’m not “enlightened”. It’s too much for me.

Anyways, that’s my story. Hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to make fun of me – it will actually make me feel much better. I’d really rather believe that none of this is real, but it’s something I can’t do on my own anymore.

Good luck.



posted on Aug, 30 2010 @ 10:14 PM
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Thanks for posting this; I was reading it as you were posting.

I too have had dreams that seemed way too out of the norm and can even say that I may be able to relate to some of what is being told.

At any rate, for fear of missing the point of this thread being posted, I am just going to thank you for posting it...



posted on Aug, 30 2010 @ 10:40 PM
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Thanks for your support.

I understand what it's like to feel an affinity for struggle that you've never yourself beheld. Almost like you want to say "I've been there" but you don't feel like you deserve to be able to say it? I know that's how I feel.

Maybe we're all in this together.

Thanks for your post, MemoryShock.



posted on Aug, 30 2010 @ 10:51 PM
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if you have any sort of unusual activity happening on your brain, its always good to check it out

it may not be a supernatural experience, but some problem that the brain has been experiencing



posted on Aug, 31 2010 @ 12:07 AM
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Originally posted by RedBird
I almost always remember my dreams, and they are seldom meaningful. Not because they are mundane, but because they're usually so surreal that it's hard to attach any meaning to them. Things just don't make sense.


Do you sleep on your left side? When sleeping with a partner, people usually assume the same sleeping positions every night. Sleeping on your left side will cause increased blood flow to that side of your head, causing the right brain to become dominant. The Right Brain is actually on your left side, it just controls the right side of your body. That could account for your dreams being abstract and weird.


Originally posted by RedBird
...the characters are all bizarre combinations of people I know...
I'm at work. I mean, (as Sarah Silverman might say) "It's not my work, but it's a room that's playing my work" you know what I mean? Everything is subtly different, or askew. The ceiling isn't right. The store is the wrong size - all the dimensions are off. My co-workers are all caricatures of themselves spliced with other people in my life...


You have to understand that everything in dreams is an archetype, which is nothing more than a series of association connected to any given concept. So the concept of school would have associations to every school you've ever attended. There are not multiple schools in your dream world, only one, which is why dreams of your high school may get crossed with elements from your grade school or university. Same with people.


Originally posted by RedBird
This is when my handlers visit me.


Important question for you. Do these handlers ever want you to go somewhere with them, like to go to their world or realm?


Now I don't know what those handlers have been teaching you, but i have some quick dream control tips for you.

1. Everything in dreams requires your attention to exist.

And I mean everything, even pain. The best way to find out if these handlers are just a figment of your imagination is just to ignore them into oblivion. Turn your back on them and put them out of your mind. This is the best way to deal with annoying dream characters, as dealing with them directly focuses your attention on them, exasperating the problem.

2. The more attention you give something, the more related detail it creates

This is how most nightmares are formed. Something dangerous or scary captivates your attention, which causes that element to grow out of control.

3. Strong emotions have a powerful influence over everything in your dreams.

4. Everything in your dreams is an archetype.

As I explained above.



posted on Aug, 31 2010 @ 12:11 AM
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Faiol, I'm right there with you man. I really don't think this is a "supernatural experience" at all. I really have no idea what it is.

I've never had any experiences like this while I'm awake - it's only in my dreams. That's why it is so easy for me to write it off as nonsense. If any of this crap had happened to me while I was awake, I would have gone straight to the doctor!

In any event, I've been to a therapist. Turns out there's nothing wrong with me than anger displacement, and I'm working on that.

Thanks for your concern though. At the very least, thank you for replying to my thread.



posted on Aug, 31 2010 @ 12:14 AM
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Hi Joel

We are all assigned benevolent spirit guides to help us throughout our soul journey towards spiritual evolution. They are not 'handlers', as they do not desire to control you, only aiming to nurture/assist all embodied incarnates through the coming challenges that will face us all in due course.

Embrace their presence, for it is also a blessing that you have been given conscious awareness of these things to help your development. I am also sure they subtley influenced your decision to write this post, whether you are aware of this or not. I am glad you had the courage and inspiration to do so as it was an insightful read-- thank you.

P.S--There is another thread in the Gray area regarding those who have been to the 'Gray Room' that you may find interesting if you haven't come across it already. Peace.

[edit on 31-8-2010 by benedict9]



posted on Aug, 31 2010 @ 12:25 AM
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1. Do you sleep on your left side

Yes! Usually I do. I've never noticed a difference in dreams depending on what side I sleep on, but maybe I should make note from now on. That sounds interesting.

2. Regarding Archetypes

That makes sense. Whenever I'm at "school" in my dreams, it is always a bizarre combination of every school I've been in. That could explain why my dreams of work are always askew - it's a combination of every work environment I've ever been exposed to.

3. Important question for you. Do these handlers ever want you to go somewhere with them, like to go to their world or realm?

No, not usually. They seem content to deal with me in whatever dream setting I've constructed, though they seem totally apart and different from the dream construct as a whole. The only notable exception is the white-gray room I described in my last dream. I was definitely taken there, and I believe (though I can't be sure) that I agreed to go.

4. The best way to find out if these handlers are just a figment of your imagination is just to ignore them into oblivion.

That's definitely out of the question. I tried, the first time I saw the white woman. They command attention. I mean, dreams can wander, and attention can jump from thing to thing - but when they show up, there's no way to focus on anything else. They're what's important. I don't know how to describe it, it's part of what makes these dreams more real - you can't just look away from them.

I will take your wisdom to heart. I think there are definitely some archetypal aspects of my dreams, and there are certainly a lot of psychological issues i have to deal with, but I'm not sure that fully explains the dreams I've had. The experiences I've had seem to go beyond the normal psychological dream stuff - though i am quite thankful for your elucidations in this regard.

That stuff about forms (all schools being re-created as "school") in dreams is particularly interesting.

Thanks for your post.



posted on Aug, 31 2010 @ 01:26 AM
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I have someone that always sorta "wakes me up" and helps me to remember that I'm in a dream. He's the only one that can really do this for me, and though I know him first as a human being, I sometimes wonder if he's just a relic of my subconscious that is me...

Yeah, but anyways, I totally believe your handlers are trying to help you see something, because you apparently feel compelled to follow their guidance. If nothing else, they are an extension of your higher self.

If you wish to make sense of your dreams, then for you, I think it best that you seek out your handlers, and continue to allow them to guide you, and to show you what you would otherwise be missing from giving into the carnal indulgences. I don't find anything wrong with having lustful fun in your dreams, it's just that to me, it sounded like you really wanted to please The Handlers, by not giving into those various desires.

About your dreams:

They sound pretty vivid, and I kinda don't want a couple of them to come true. The image you painted in the dream with the campers parked by the highway, seemed kinda reminiscent of a modern day "Grapes of Wrath" type scenario. It sounded like an economic depression and from what I gather, it didn't seem safe or physically possible to live in the cities anymore.

The dream with you running in the snow and the flash of light with the big boom and baby crying, sounded like you guys were running away from an anticipated nuclear attack. You stated that the snow what really high, nuclear winter, volcanic ash cloud causing winter, or perhaps an unexpected ice age? Either way, it all sucks and I hope it doesn't come true.

The weird dream with the chairs and hovering made me think of this picture. I believe that people can and do enter on another's dreams. Me and my sister have been in the same dream together before, she spoke first, and I know there is no way she could have guessed what I saw, unless she was there. So there's no doubt in my mind that those similar people to you were possibly sharing the same dream with everyone else, including you.

I don't know why you were on the east coast. You said it looked old, maybe you somehow traveled through time to help "God" spread religious propaganda, since you stated it wasn't your voice that came out of your mouth. The three lamb thing is pretty interesting, kinda sounds like the weak one had Tiny Tim syndrome. Poor thing, though, you can never prepare to hear the cry of the black sheep. (?) I'm picturing it, and the whole scourged eyes bit makes me wonder if it is metaphorical or something. I mean, the sheep couldn't have taken its own eyes out, it seems like it was deliberately blinded, by why? It was the last to come out of the bar, the meek one that could somehow roar. I think maybe Rome and Jesus may have something to do with it? I know you say you're not religious, but, I mean, Samaria is in Israel. This is Samaria


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posted on Aug, 31 2010 @ 10:22 AM
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Originally posted by RedBird
Yes! Usually I do. I've never noticed a difference in dreams depending on what side I sleep on, but maybe I should make note from now on. That sounds interesting.


I first noticed that after overdosing on a repetitive dungeon crawler flash game. It was hot that night and I kept waking and switching sides to get the cool side of the pillow. I noticed that while on my right side, the dreams were linear and action based, fighting monsters and such. On my left side, they were non linear, where I would encounter wizards that would warp me.

I started keeping track of my sleeping position whenever possible and my dreams seem to match the left brain/right brain schism.


Originally posted by RedBird
That makes sense. Whenever I'm at "school" in my dreams, it is always a bizarre combination of every school I've been in. That could explain why my dreams of work are always askew - it's a combination of every work environment I've ever been exposed to.


The main algorithm of dreams is you focus on an archetype and it begins to manifest random associations until one of those associations captures your attention and becomes the dominant archetype. Then that new archetypes begins to manifest it's associations until one of them captures your attention. On and on all night, one long unbroken chain.

I don't think dreams have as much to do with psychological issues as they do that archetypal chain.


Originally posted by RedBird
No, not usually. They seem content to deal with me in whatever dream setting I've constructed, though they seem totally apart and different from the dream construct as a whole. The only notable exception is the white-gray room I described in my last dream. I was definitely taken there, and I believe (though I can't be sure) that I agreed to go.


Good, that rules out Castaneda's Inorganic Beings (from the book The Art of Dreaming). You may want to read it just to be sure though.


Originally posted by RedBird
That's definitely out of the question. I tried, the first time I saw the white woman. They command attention. I mean, dreams can wander, and attention can jump from thing to thing - but when they show up, there's no way to focus on anything else. They're what's important. I don't know how to describe it, it's part of what makes these dreams more real - you can't just look away from them.


If they are entities and not something you created, it makes sense that they would be masters of attention.

I too got "lessons" from a pair of people who entered my dreams. They were human, and had the ability to enter my dreams. I could tell they were human because they themselves could become distracted by things in the dream, like they suddenly lost lucidity.

But I still don't know if they were trying to teach me, or just trying to mess with me. Either way I learned everything I know about dream control from those encounters.

When they showed up, they just attacked me. One would assume the guise of a Jasonesque character (Friday the 13th), and the other an interrogator/torturer. I couldn't hurt the Jason like one, and the torturer was very adept at hurting me.

THey kicked my butt repeatedly at first, because I wasn't playing by the same rules. I thought of dream combat as physical attacks, but it's really a matter of distracting your opponent's attention, capturing it and focusing it on something else. I couldn't hurt the Jason like character because he just ignored my attacks, didn't pay them any attention, and they weren't real to him.

An example of one of the first dream fights I won was that I was summoning stuff to attack the Jason like guy, and he would destroy everything I summoned. We fell into a rhythm. So finally I summoned a huge statue head out of the ground. He set about destroying it, but it was so big, it was taking him a long time. While he was busy with the statue, I wandered off and sat underneath a tree, watching him for a bit. Then I just left.


Originally posted by RedBird
That stuff about forms (all schools being re-created as "school") in dreams is particularly interesting.


I had been trying unsuccessfully to make a map of my dreams for years, but my dreams just wouldn't fit together. Then I read something from a group of Russian dreamers who called themselves the "Dream Hackers". They had solved the dream mapping problem.

They claimed that there is only 1 city in your dreams, only 1 river, only 1 school, only 1 mall. The claimed the center of your personal dream map was your house, which was a composite of every house you have ever lived it. They also said there were Northern, Southern, Western and Eastern borders.

Following that model, I was finally able to create a coherent map of my dreamscape.



posted on Aug, 31 2010 @ 10:31 AM
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Did you notice all the “east” references in your dreams?

“As I look up, and higher, I see something in the eastern sky.”
“Anyways, I stop, and turn, and look east”

“There was an ocean to the east, and I think it was somewhere on the eastern seaboard of the United States, even though the “feel” of the place was very European. I’ve never been to the east coast, so I really have no idea if this makes sense”

“I’m sure that it was somewhere on the east coast of the Unites States, but I have no idea why.”

I’m thinking Turtle Hill and the Morley Indian Reserve may seem connected and relevant somehow. I did a search of Morley Indian Reserve to see what type of Indians live there and found the Chiniki. Might be interesting to explore further:
www.chiniki.com...

All in all, your dreams sound prophetic.



posted on Aug, 31 2010 @ 11:14 AM
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Thanks for your support.

I understand what it's like to feel an affinity for struggle that you've never yourself beheld. Almost like you want to say "I've been there" but you don't feel like you deserve to be able to say it? I know that's how I feel.

Maybe we're all in this together.

Thanks for your post, MemoryShock.


Strictly speaking, Au Contraire.

The second link in my signature was actually inspired by some of the points you brought up...I went the 'trying to explain the phenomena" route rather than personal experience because I have this thing about being taken seriously...which is why I am glad you posted yours...I don't discount the idea of dream handlers at all and am mildly surprised to see something of this nature on the boards...as well as pleased to see it.

I will also say that this is likely a very limited experience relative to the population and something that is an endeavor to have taken seriously by those not interacted with as such (though I have entertained the idea of mass application at some point, how, I don't know).

Though I do have a bit more of a communication with mine guys...something which I have some hope, however irrational, of progressing beyond remote communications and subjective experience at some point...

I just wanted to express support and gratitude for your post without derailing it with my thoughts...



posted on Aug, 31 2010 @ 01:05 PM
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Hi, I'm not trying to provoke you. That said, I don't think there is anything more boring then hearing about someone else's dreams. Pretty much everyone knows that. I understand your desire to come forward, but I think the courageous thing to do would be keep it to yourself. I mean this with no malice, just being real.



posted on Aug, 31 2010 @ 01:41 PM
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I've always liked that you can read as much or as little into a dream as you want. Because of all the crazy images that you dreamed and remembered and wrote down to share with us, if we wanted to we can delve into it, finding phrophetic meaning everywhere.

Or we can just enjoy the crazy stories our minds make up while we sleep.



posted on Aug, 31 2010 @ 01:58 PM
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Before I read all the replies, I will support what you say, by letting you know, I share some of the experience you are putting out there.

I call my helpers entities for a better term, they have kept me alive on a few happenings up to letting me know when a plane I was flying was about to run out of gas, a motorcycle which was going to stall and I would have been dead had I moved ahead, the real deal.

I have had a series of dreams like you but not as detailed or at least I cannot remember all that went on. I support what you say about numbers for an event I saw, or at least was shown to happen left few people on the land. I saw a future somewhat like the 1800's. as did my wife. I was told there was a great separation of families and new union made, then after a time reunion of old friends and loved ones, all in a green and healing earth.

Like you, I am being urged to waken but not told why, but have something to do. There is a lot more, but this is your post and it has the same feeling I have experienced. My friends seem to come down now but don't show themselves, but I experience the presence. About a month ago after being slowed in the process do to local battles with primitive types, I was awakened to high energy/vibration, taken from my body and shown myself within. Wow, we are a brilliant and pure light being. I was told this was for a better term, a sacred thing. At least this allows me to know we are far more than we know. If I got the nerve, I would make my own post, but I find what I see is to far out there and is easily dismissed. Cheers and a great post.



posted on Aug, 31 2010 @ 02:03 PM
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Bah! Ignore the know nothing who says nobody is interested in other people's dreams.

Dreams ARE interesting to some of us.

Also, the "handlers" are in my dreams too. It started with the male handler teaching me things. It was decades later before the female accompanied him for lessons.

Anyway, these "handlers" I always called my "teachers".

And, they didn't start appearing until AFTER I discovered the real self inside and got past the illusions we conjure about ourselves. It's evident YOU have made that step too.

My dreams are surreal as well; but, my "airshows" are all futuristic though.

Pssst - check the eyes.



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