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Originally posted by crazydaisy
What caught my attention in your title was "Antique Shop". After reading your dream, which is very interesting I find it very similar to the dreams I have almost every night. I was in the antique business for 35 years, have been away from it for at least 7 years. I even sold all my antiques in my house and went modern. But not in my dreams - I go to my store every night, chat with different people, examine different objects - I see a lot of old friends and customers in my dreams. The other thing I wanted to note was the intense colors and emotions I feel. Can you recall colors or emotions in your dreams? Do you have a lot of similar dreams? I always wanted to own a womens clothing store and sometimes in my dreams we are looking at brightly colored garmets, even trying them on. Share your sleeping dreams, I love hearing about them. S @ F
Originally posted by crazydaisy
I find the fact that you could switch on a lamp interesting and also that you could read text - I can't recall ever reading text in a dream.
Originally posted by jessieg
I have dreamed of an antique warehouse sort of place. There never seems to be any order to which items are arranged. There are just all sorts of random stuff on shelves and I wander around fascinated by everything I see. I remember meeting another woman there, who seemed really old and I always got the feeling she owned the place. I always forget to ask questions while I am there. Well mostly when I go lucid, I know I am dreaming, but I can't think of anything creative to do with my dream, for some reason. I just go along with whatever I happen to already be dreaming. I dream of this place sometimes, and I just look at stuff. I never think to ask what the things represent or ask what I can do. Sometimes I figure I can read in dreams too, but I never remember what I have read afterwards, only that I figured that I could.
Originally posted by OneLife
I'm going for a run to clear the head, but I just wanted to type up a vision that continually taunts me, and it feels like, the vision itself, is clawing at the back of my 'soul'. I post to see if anyone has experienced this before..
I cannot describe it other then true beauty. That it is all that I desire, yet what gets me is that it doesn't seem impossible to bring to life, because of the immense beauty. For instance, I see a wall covered in mesmerizing colors and patterns, and I know it is held inside a castle, I just cannot see the outside of the castle, I can only see the inside of it.
There is a massive vase on a smooth, intricate, chiseled wooden 'stand', covered in even more awe inspiring colors and patterns. Separate from this room I see another room. Tongues of controllable flame line the doorway, not dark flames, but very bright, very clear, and upon entrance you feel a different air. Just like a remote muted every voice in your head, so they are gone. So your eyes can lay sight to the splendid delight that lines the walls, shelves upon shelves of old tomes from the years back of lost history, every piece written in one of those tomes. They are not books of this day and age, but books that have been given the highest regard.
Everything is formed out of compassion it feels like, out of.. being aware of what they've done. It's getting away from the vision, but it seems the entire vision has been crafted, from every tiny detail and atom, by full awareness, full compassion, not one ounce of hate, fear, ignorance, just pure.. life.
It wouldn't bother me to post if it weren't scratching at the back of me like this entire.. vision.. wants to get out, wants to jump through licks of flame, to breeze through mountain tops of snow, unrelentlessly flowing through anything that blocks it, until it reaches its destination.
Is someone able to, willing to, inform me of what this is? It's draining my energy completely, I'm starting to feel regret.. And I'm only 20 years old, not 80.
Originally posted by Ellie Sagan
This is really striking a chord with me. I had a dream too that involved, I kinda feel silly saying it, but I feel like it was Thor. I have always had a feeling of connection with Norse mythology. I have not researched it extensively, just kinda like I feel connected somehow. I have been told by a past life reader that I was part of a Viking community, and a dream in later life seemed to confirm it in my mind. Having said that, here is the dream I had that yours reminded me of.
It was one of those dreams that continues through the night (or seems to) even to the point that I would wake up and then dream again on the same thing when I fell back to sleep.
I was in a large warehouse type building and lots of people were gathered as if they were waiting for something grand. It was some kind of ceremonial procession of these VERY tall people coming in and piecing together some kind of musical instrument. They were of all colors/nationalities. They looked human, but huge. It was in this procession that I first saw this male being. As each being placed their part into the machine, the music got more and more rich and beautiful. I watched with awe and excitement that pervaded my soul! The beings seemed pleased to see that. When it was finished, the music was so amazing, powerful, and beautiful! I felt it in my spirit/soul.
This would take so long to write out, I'll just condense it.
This male being was so beautiful, not only in appearance (tall, large, rugged yet somehow feminine also in grace and gentleness of features) but I sensed beauty in his spirit also. It was not a sexual attraction. I also could feel his affection towards me. I felt happy and comfortable when I was with him. It felt normal, not at all overwhelming. He gave me a formula or recipe of something that I could use if I wanted him and the other beings to come back. I don't remember what he told me except cinnamon and vanilla. The beings were on earth to protect humans from some danger, though they never told us what exactly. They were training us to be able to fight with them against the attack. He later on told me that the gods are on the silver level, in the dream he meant in a building, but I felt this to be symbolic of something also. When I went to the silver level in an elevator, he was there with the other “gods.” He looked very happy to see me. Then I woke up. I laid in bed thinking about it and I heard a male voice say my name. I thought it was my husband, but he was sleeping.
He and the others were training us to be able to stand a chance against the attack that was coming.