Thur 30 Apr 09

I dreamed that I dreamed that I was in our current lounge room with my husband, D, when I saw a person materialize. I knew that this was me finally seeing into another dimension, one populated with those not currently incarnated. I saw more and more people. I marvelled that they were so solid looking and I understood now how some of the children who see spirits often can't tell if who they see are living or dead. I started seeing these people everywhere and pointing them out to D who believed me but could not see them.

I was then taken into this spirit realm, which seemed solid but was different to our physical realm, as here things changed more immediately and thoughts were actualized more quickly. To think something was to make it so straight away. It was a little bit surreal and bettlejuice-y.

I was with a group of people who were assembling for classes or lectures. The groups were large and there were many seats. I would decide where to sit and be immediately there. I changed seats about 3 times. I didn't know if I should be so selfish as to sit front and centre so I chose the back row, but then someone sat in front of me blocking my view as I am short. I started to realize that it was folly to worry about others or I would not get a seat appropriate for me.

The lecturer/professor of this group had round rimmed black glasses and dark hair. Though he didn't look directly at me, I knew he was aware of me, and me being new, or newly aware. It was interesting that he could know this about me with so many students, yet I understood that it was quite possible and was actually how it worked here. Inevitably he made eye contact with me around the person's head blocking my view. I can't remember what else happened, but it felt similar to the first day back at school and yet, it was not intimidatingly scary, just unfamiliar so a little uncomfortable.

I had a flat with D in this place. The floor was covered in brown shag carpet and we had a mattress on the floor. Our flat was in the basement, reminding me of one of my first apartments when I moved out on my own at 18. But this room was larger and the art on the wall was better. The art was an abstract painted canvas given to us by the teacher. It was somehow like a mark of achievement and it overlapped another piece I had from before that was also quality, but smaller. Other than this art and larger room, we had little else. It was like starting over and I realized suddenly that was what the message meant I had received back in July 2008, “It will be just like starting over”. I was back to basics again.

I went out to our mailbox. It was like being outside, but everything outside was still somehow inside (like my dreams and visions of being inside the earth). We had sold our current house, which was slightly sad, but I knew full well it was necessary and I accepted it. Since the new owners now had our swimming pool, I was sending them a pool cleaner hose attachment I had forgot to leave. Though it was slightly wet, I set it inside our mailbox to be sent out. At that point, a few other tenants came to check their mail. As they opened their boxes water came trickling out and everything was wet. I felt immediately guilty and responsible for having put the wet pool part in my box above theirs, and yet, I knew the part was only damp, not dripping with water. I finally realized that this was a lesson in not feeling responsible for everything because even if it seemed related, I didn't cause these people's water problems.

Toward the end of the dream I was walking along a path that would lead me back out to the physical realm. There were people everywhere. People seemed to be in their own worlds of thought and action yet near each other. I walked by a few people laying down covered in a shroud or in dirt as if dead with someone standing above them. It kind of freaked me out, but I walked on. Then when I was near the end of the path and was to make a right hand turn, I had to come very close to one of these “dead” people. There was a black man standing over the body. He had on a black cape and reminded me of a vampire a little, but he was human. (In fact there seemed to be quite a few black people here – black, white, etc.). I felt fear in having to walk so close to them, and as such, because of my fear, I was immediately drawn near to them. I knew that would happen, yet it was a reaction so it just occurred. The body was of a woman and she sat up quickly right in front of me, as if bursting from her grave, and grabbed my arm. I was horrified, but the black-caped man quickly communicated to me to allow this to happen (overcome my fear) and to look into her eyes. So I did. Her eyes were green with elongated pupils. The black-caped man further communicated to me that she was a snake-scorpion woman (whatever that was, though some part of me seemed to understand). As she grabbed my arm and I subjugated my fear, looking her in the eye, she immediately crumbled to dust. I knew I had released her, which was a relief for her. I said, “Fear is a good thing then,” thinking how I overcame it thereby enabling the release of someone who was stuck. The black-caped man, who I knew was of a higher level of achievement said, “Yes, indeed it is.” It was as if he was teaching me this and yet at the same time I was retrieving the knowledge on my own.

When I woke within the dream, I was excitedly telling D about the dream knowing it was real on some nearby level and that I could now see spirit solidly.