I can usually get what my dreams are trying to tell me, but this one was a wild ride. I was not in fear but but many weird things were going on (even
for a dream)
All of this is sporadic as I don't remember the full dream (again, who does), but the highlights
I was on a tiny farm which sorta looked like a back yard, and there were baby cow-like animals that liked to be pet on the head. They had fat bellies
like goats sometimes do. They were all black, and had horse hair but softer.
I was filling up a bucket of water for them to drink, nothing really special here that I could detect except the water was from a hose and faucet in a
garage and the water pressure was 100x more than I was prepared for.
Later in the dream I met a character, who looked somewhat like Smeagol (from Lord of the Rings) but not as thin and creepy. More like a native that
had some strange features. Anyway, this character kept speaking different names of God, like Elohim and stuff, and pointing to a large rock.
This other stuff has happened before, and remains the most puzzling of my dream-states. If anything, help me figure this stuff out because it keep
Later, I was sleeping or laying down on a bed, similar to the one I have. The covers were yanked from me, but I was not cold. The entire mattress
was yanked off the bed with me on it, and with me laying on the bed all i could see and feel was the sensation of falling with the bed, maintaining a
perfectly flat drop to the ground or whatever was down there. And I remember that I was anticipating the fall's final end which would be the
mattress and me smacking the ground, but it never comes. Just the howling of the wind as I pick up more and more speed.
A variation of this is me rotating like a compass needle (so with the yaw axis rather than roll or pitch), on the bed like I'm being pulled one
direction but able to stay planted to the bed like it is my anchor for the needle. The direction would change, the covers fly off toward that
direction, and I can feel pressure dragging me or causing me to flail in that direction but I was anchored and could not fly away. The pulling and
rotation was always at my feet, never by my head.
In both these scenarios, I always wake up physically (or in another layer of the dream at the least) and I pop awake not in fear but in wonder of what
the hell just happened.
Maybe after we talk about these, we can talk about my 12/12 dream/reality that kick-started an entire cascade of changes in my life.