Those who know me on ATS know that I’m narcoleptic; and those who don’t know me can guess it immediately. In short, narcolepsy has plagued me since I was a pre-teen. It is a notorious sleeping disorder accompanied by extraordinarily vivid dreams and bouts of sleep paralysis. I have had many, many fascinating sleep paralysis experiences and a handful of astral projections or OOBEs. (To learn a little more, please see my thread posted in the Gray Area as a lengthy introduction to who I am and what I deal with.)

I have usually been reluctant to share them. I have always insisted that dreams are totally meaningless (in a sense of spiritual growth), yet always very entertaining. In fact, the few times I have visited this dreams forum, I have been less than a gentleman. I have occasionally been snide and snappy. Well, that kind of attitude may fly for some members of ATS (who seem to rake in stars for being so callous.) However, I would like to use this firstly as an opportunity to apologize for any of your dreams I may have criticized, mocked, and ultimately belittled. I am sorry. Secondly, I will share with you a lucid dream/ astral/ OOBE whatever-it’s-called that I just had hours ago.

As always, there is some obligatory backstory to be told. Just yesterday when I slept, I found myself in the sleep paralysis state. I was weeping my astral eyes out crying, “I miss you grandpa! I miss you grandpa!” He was like my father and he died in March—an enormous loss to me among many others this year. I could feel a warmth and comforting vibration permeate my body as I wept. I never cried when we lost him; I didn’t even attend his funeral. I never shed a tear, but I just kind of accepted it and tried to push it out of my mind. This sleep paralysis episode has happened at least 3-4 times since he died. And yes, I totally feel his presence when it happens this way—he has even spoken a few times.

So, as I wept for my grandfather telling him that I miss him—I felt that he and some others were attempting to remove me from my body (I won’t get into the finer points of astral OOBE stuff; you must look that up yourself at this point if you are unaware.) I resisted. I heard my name whispered in my very bad, nearly deaf ear and still I resisted. I shouted in my astral voice, “No! Only God will take me and call my name!” I felt somewhat vulnerable now. I tried shooing away any entities in the room, but still my astral body continued to float up and out. I panicked. I started reciting my mantra for these situations and asked to be left alone. Within seconds, indeed, the whole episode ended. I felt that no one has the right to take me out of my body for OOBE.

My arrogance! My ignorance! My mistake! I should have known that every time I have ever resisted that I would find myself out-of-body without even experiencing the floating aspect. I would just “wake up” in an astral experience that totally bypassed any vote I thought I had. Except it didn’t happen quite like this. It happened more like this:

I wanted to take a nap before I had some stuff to do later today. I lied down to nap at about 8AM (I am typically a night owl exclusively, but I had woken up only hours earlier at 2AM.) I finally could sense my thoughts starting to turn to gibberish—ah! I had reached the alpha sleep state and knew restful napping would not be far off.

I was in and out of sleep paralysis for the duration of my nap. When I was awoken, paralyzed, I struggled to fight it and turn over to my side (I always sleep on my side to avoid this paralysis stuff when I REALLY just need some sleep) Somehow, my body turns itself over so that I am lying straight on my back (guaranteed sleep paralysis for me most of the time.) I tried again shooing away any entities that might be nearby—I could feel presences.

I struggled in this state on and off. I would lapse from nap to sleep paralysis back and forth a couple of times. I tried to wake myself up completely so I could just get out of bed and go do my chores for the day. I am accustomed to being able to do this, but could not today. I lapsed back into a foreboding dream wherein my cousin (more like a brother) was panicked and trying to warn me of some danger or other that had him scared off his rocker; it sounded like he got this warning of danger by some paranormal/metaphysical source. He is not interested in the paranormal/metaphysical at all. Yet, he insisted that we were in danger. And that’s when I noticed we were in some type of cabin placed high up on wooden stilts (a type of house I have never actually seen or been inside of.) The stilts began crumbling and the house began to careen to one side. My cousin shrieked and I threw my arms around him to protect him.

Lapse back into sleep paralysis mode and I still wanted to wake up! I fought, I kicked, I tried all the usual techniques. I began to lose my cool. I could feel my astral limbs swinging and swaying in protest as I desperately tried to slap my face, pinch my cheek, and leap out of bed. No such luck.

I began to panic and finally recited my mantra—this time I took it a step further and begged, “Jesus/Krishna! Please let me wake up! Please let me wake up! Let me out of here!” At that instant I could feel my astral form rise instantly up through my body and into some sort of vertical tunnel. I could just barely see some illumined forms at my side. I was springing ever upward. I could see in this tunnel numerous photograph-like images held before a background of total black. I saw real images of what looked like real people. I did not recognize any of them as they whisked by in a nauseatingly fast slideshow. There were men and women, young and old; and they looked like they came from various time periods. I know one of the latter photographs, I could see a young version of my mother holding my big brother’s hand with my dad a few steps off to the side. (That image was chronologically a few years before I would have been born. To my knowledge, there is no such actual photograph.)

Then I began to see additional lifelike images as I floated up through this darkened tunnel. I got the impression that I was seeing important spiritual personages—at the very least, I felt like I was looking at people truly filled with the spirit of the Lord. I’m not sure why. I just thought to myself, “Well, where’s Gandhi?” And then an image of him floated past as well. Who the others were I could not tell, but I got a sense of purity and auspiciousness as I looked at them.

I continued my upward journey now seeing images that seemed muddled in their presentation. I could see places and things on this Earth. I saw villages, structures etc. Keep in mind they fly by so fast that I can only internalize them at breakneck speed before the next image flies by. I saw Giza pyramids and Orion’s Belt star alignments over them. This one stuck out to me the most, probably because I am already familiar with these themes.

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I then started seeing images that were not lifelike, but more like computer generated images you’d find in a textbook. I saw what looked like topographical maps of landscapes rendered in red, yellow, and green. I saw similar charts with entire planets on them. I struggled to recognize landmasses, but could not. These did not look like Earth. But, I admit, I could not really tell what I was looking at. I was trying to figure out why they looked like pages on a textbook instead of seeing the lifelike photographs. The last in the queue was, oddly enough, a white sphere made of jigsaw pieces…yes, like the Wikipedia logo. You got me! But it was there in the slideshow.

I then came back to the Giza pyramids (something that has always fascinated me, I must admit.) I also looked upon the Sphinx, as I seemingly floated in the air above it. Except, it was different! It had the head of an alien—big round head with big round eyes. I gasped, fearful. I then swiveled around to its backside where I gasped again. On its back was a twisted amalgamation of many animals seemingly fused together (made of limestone just as the rest of the Sphinx.) It looked like a geneticist’s abomination.

The sand and desert were very real and tangible. But for some reason, they quickly became replaced with another computer-generated rendering. I was looking at a silly looking 3D cartoonish scene; not a living desert anymore. Still in the desert sand I could see bricks of a pyramid stack on top of each other by someone wearing a priest’s or pharaoh’s garb; as if he were putting on the capstone or something—I couldn’t tell what was going on. I was still confused as to why there were cheap animations in this otherwise incredible experience.

Then in the orange sand I saw a lizard-dragon creature of immense size (still 3D animation style images; not lifelike. I think the lifelike version would have been frightening beyond my conception!) It was curled up and sleeping. It woke as I neared it, still floating in the air. It looked as if it could have gobbled me up in a single bite with its sharp, gnashing teeth. It had a cunning smile on its face and spoke in a feminine voice, “You ARE the sand and YOU are in Egypt, but for now go back to bed.” It winked and smiled. I said, “Wait! I have questions!”

I then found myself in bed, awake, and able to move freely. I slowly got out of bed and just sat in a stupor, mesmerized. I went to pee and then sat down to type this while it was still dynamic in my active memory. I keep thinking about the images and what it could all mean. In what way am I, or WE, the sand? What’s in Egypt?

I have usually scoffed at others’ dreams on this forum. I will no longer do so. Many apologies.

God blessed Abramham and told him that he would make his seed (offspring) like the sands of the seashore.

How totally fascinating! I am soooooo glad you have come over to the "other side" in your thinking.

I told you, I am a Taurus.... we don't give up.

Welcome to the world of "meaningful dreams"!

Originally posted by grayeagle
God blessed Abramham and told him that he would make his seed (offspring) like the sands of the seashore.

This is the first thing that popped into my head too. Maybe you have some genetic ties to Egypt, and further back, Abraham?

Originally posted by sled735
How totally fascinating! I am soooooo glad you have come over to the "other side" in your thinking.

I told you, I am a Taurus.... we don't give up.

Welcome to the world of "meaningful dreams"!

pffft. You wish! I still stand by everything I have written in Ascension's thread and elsewhere on the subject. The only change I've made is in my attitude towards this forum. I will no longer look down at the end of my nose when reading about someone else's very personal experience in dream states etc.

And of course, I'm open to your interpretation since you have the most uncanny ability to see things in other peoples' dreams that the dreamer often overlooks.

Originally posted by new_here

Originally posted by grayeagle
God blessed Abramham and told him that he would make his seed (offspring) like the sands of the seashore.

This is the first thing that popped into my head too. Maybe you have some genetic ties to Egypt, and further back, Abraham?

Interesting. I'm afraid that verse is somewhat lost on me as I only know the basics of Biblical scripture. I understood the phrase to mean something akin to this, in my own words: "Much of your history (as a species) is preserved and hidden. Only by uncovering, excavating, your distant past can you know your present selves. And the key to what you are is here, Egypt--but don't worry about that now--soon, but not now."

And this is exactly the kind of conclusion and interpretation I wanted to avoid sharing here--it is the kind of conclusion I might ridicule someone else for making. But, I now understand that a lot of these conclusions are very touch-and-go with the emotions and images associated with the dream. I guess sometimes one just has to rely on good old fashioned intuition. What can ya do?

Originally posted by NarcolepticBuddha

Originally posted by new_here

Originally posted by grayeagle
God blessed Abramham and told him that he would make his seed (offspring) like the sands of the seashore.

This is the first thing that popped into my head too. Maybe you have some genetic ties to Egypt, and further back, Abraham?

Interesting. I'm afraid that verse is somewhat lost on me as I only know the basics of Biblical scripture. I understood the phrase to mean something akin to this, in my own words: "Much of your history (as a species) is preserved and hidden. Only by uncovering, excavating, your distant past can you know your present selves. And the key to what you are is here, Egypt--but don't worry about that now--soon, but not now."

And this is exactly the kind of conclusion and interpretation I wanted to avoid sharing here--it is the kind of conclusion I might ridicule someone else for making. But, I now understand that a lot of these conclusions are very touch-and-go with the emotions and images associated with the dream. I guess sometimes one just has to rely on good old fashioned intuition. What can ya do?

Well I am a firm believer that only you will recognize the true meaning of your dream when it reveals itself to you, so I say--- go with your gut instinct every time! as for ridiculing others, you've apologized sincerely so... no worries, friend!

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