posted October 19, 2001 06:38 PM         

Why DO we wake up before *hitting bottom* ? I feel this is an ethereal code shown to us in our dreams, perhaps something like "wake up and smell the coffee", or maybe it's telling us "have no fear" because we never really die and death doesn't really exist? or saying, "you only feel like your heart is dying but you will not - just as you wake from a dream so too will your heart mend." ?

...or symbolic of *the fall of man*?

Thoughts, anyone?

~Princess

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"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

posted October 20, 2001 12:32 AM         

Seriously...I think they are warnings to be careful.

Virgo...sounds like you are right about your friend's dream.

posted October 20, 2001 12:28 PM         

Wow Marigold~ you are the first I have ever heard say they had actually died in their dream... I would like to hear what the dream experts say about that...

VirgoRising~ Did your friend say if she died in that dream? Or how she felt about knowing she was bleeding from a shot in the head?

posted October 21, 2001 12:14 PM         

I have had MANY falling dreams, especially when in an elevator, and have also experienced death in a few dreams.

Falling dreams are almost always our perception of re-entering the body after sleep. They can also be symbolic of certain control or fear issues, it depends upon the intensity of the experience (of falling).

The dying dreams, in my experience, were always past life memories. Here is one of the most vivid:

In short, a couple of shipmates and I were being chased by other crew members along a stretch of beach. We were caught and immediately charged with conspiracy or mutiny. We three were tied to posts, I was in the middle with the others at either side. I had convinced the other two to help me destroy the ship we sailed to this island upon, this being our crime. The captain told me that I would watch the other two die before killing me, since I was the "ring leader". He approached the man on my left first and cut his throat, blood gushed from his neck and stained the sand an awful red/black. Then he ordered the one on my right to be shot in the head, and he was shot, his brains splattering the post, the sand, and me, the back of his head gone. I looked at both of my dear friends in complete horror, wondering why I had dragged them into this. Lastly, the captain stood in front of me, at about fifteen yards, and raised his crossbow. The sheer terror of this still grips my mind. He shot. The arrow pierced my chest, excruciatingly painful, but quick. I died, and then awoke with a jerk, paralyzed. It took a few minutes for me to realize that I was dreaming and that I was not really dead. After a moment or two, I regained my breathing and the paralyisis subsided after a few minutes.

The two shipmates and friends are my cousins in this life, and they were presented as my cousins in the dream (but in that life they were just friends), which made it even more horrible an experience. I will never forget that. And it makes sense of my relationship with them this time around.

Anyway, there is that.

The point? It is a myth that if you die in a dream, you die in "reality".

posted October 21, 2001 12:41 PM         

~Princess

posted November 22, 2001 10:20 AM         

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You are endless galaxies, you have seen but one star

posted November 22, 2001 12:01 PM         

That night, or maybe the next night, I had a dream of being a man, who I think was fighting in the Vietnam war. I was lying on my stomach, with my back exposed, and then I was being shot repeatedly with an automatic weapon. This was the first dream I've ever had (that I remember) where I actually felt the pain of what I was experiencing. Like deep-body memories. I felt the bullets hitting me, then going deeper until I felt them only as they hit deeply into my spinal cord, my consciousness going deeper within until I was only conscious of the sensation of bullets hitting deep within me, actually kind of seeing myself internally as they hit, until I gradually lost consciousness entirely.

I think this was a past life memory. My life before this one, I think. Or maybe I was just this person's angel, feeling some of their pain for them as they died.

posted November 22, 2001 05:55 PM         

These other dreams are no doubt past life memories. My last chronological lifetime was left when fighting in Korea. My experience is much the same as the others. Death occuring while in battle has a most unusual vibration attatched to it. And the mental state can also be very peculiar. The potentcy of the experience is beyond words, really, once tapped into, and can be a source (or by-product) of some really good internal healing.

posted November 22, 2001 11:27 PM         

I have never died in a dream nor do I recall anyone relating such to me. As a child, maybe 7 years, I remember dreaming that I left my body and floated above the house one night. The sensations of being in the air were very real to me. I saw the tops of the trees and the leaves turned over in the wind were whitish looking, like they look in the wind before a storm. I felt a lack of control, feared floating away and was scared because it was spooky and dark and cold. I remember the sensation of goose bumps on my body. Many times since I have had the falling sensation, that jolt that awakens, and I know that it was me coming back into my body. A few years ago I decided that astral travel was not really cool and lost any desire to do that. I don't have falling dreams anymore. I saw a tornado pass in front of our house at age 10 and was petrified. My dreams which involve fear of dying and great dread have been about tornados. The last tornado dream I remember I was with the Scorpio and my sister, and we could see three tornados, they all seemed to be headed our way. Instead of fearing for myself, I feared for my sister, and felt resolve that between me and the Scorpio we could somehow protect her. She died a few months later and I have not had any tornado dreams since then.
A day or two after I eulogized her and her body was buried, I had a short dream that involved her. We were in a place I can only say would be ancient Egypt, in a desert. We were doing some sort of ritual which had to do with pouring types of sand or powdered somethings in a pile, or onto something else. The setting was at the same time the front yard of our house. I don't know how to explain why it could be two places at once, other than to say the lines of horizon were the same and that there was a building (my house) behind us. Perhaps they were both places we had spent happy times together. Not long after that, the Scorpio reluctantly told me that my sister had instructed that I be told "The dream I would have would be a gift to me." (The Scorpio is not too comfortable with being psychic.)It was a peaceful scene wherein everything was as it should be, and the ritual was significant and somehow mutual. I have reflected on this a lot and I think it was her way of telling me things were ok between us. I had been feeling very guilty about not spending more time with her. It made me feel better. Additionally the gift part I think was a peek into a past life which we shared, perhaps as siblings, perhaps not. At her death my father was devastated, I cannot explain the depth of his greif. Some weeks following her death, she appeared to him in a dream to specifically ease his mind that she was with God. (God was in the dream too) After that he seemed much better. Soon after he was diagnosed with cancer and lived only a short time. His last days were very happy despite the pain and difficulty associated with his cancer and ITS TREATMENT.

posted November 23, 2001 03:52 AM         

Marion, yeah, looks like a transformation dream, the dying of an old you.

posted November 23, 2001 11:07 AM         

Marion, could you have had a walk-in at this time?

Batgirl, I think that was you.

posted November 23, 2001 03:53 PM         

Gemini, I do not know what to say except that that is one of an experience, and you seem to have gained MUCH from it. Good for you. That is enough to make many fold. Thanks for sharing that.

posted November 24, 2001 12:14 AM         

I've had several dreams that I have died in, where I left my body. Some of them were from past lives, I'm sure, and one in particular where I drowned I think I didn't cross over to the other side for a while, because I seem to remember hovering in the same spot for a while not wanting to accept the fact I was dead.

Dreams I know that are from this life...let's see...

I had a dream in early September where I was stuck in a building and I couldn't get out, it was on fire, and I was worried about all of my papers. I couldn't get away from the fire, so I decided to jump out the window rather than be consumed by flames. I felt myself in some odd way hit the pavement, my bones break in my legs, arms and chest...probably head too...I was dead more or less at that point, but my spirit hadn't moved out of my body. I moved out of my body when I saw a piece of the burning building collapse and start to come down on top of me. I heard some voice whisper (not sure whether it was mine) "This is the end."

That was a verrrrry bad dream. Technically, actually, it wasn't a dream in the normal sense. I wasn't completely asleep when I dreamt it, I was in that kind of falling asleep state. I wasn't liking what I saw in my head, but couldn't change my thoughts to other things.

A few months before I had a dream, I think I was in someone else's body, I was in the back seat (passenger side) of a car. The car was stopped, either we were in traffic or parked. I was in another country, the two people in the front seat, a man and a woman were conversing in another language. An Asian woman wearing a black or dark blue pea coat came up to my window and was asking me something, (I understood it in my dream) and motioned for me to open up the door because I couldn't hear her very well. She had a Doberman dog with her and an Asian man followed close behind her. When I opened up the door, she pulled a gun very quickly and very calmly out of the inside of her jacket and shot me in the right leg, then she lifted the gun and I ducked but she got me in the head. I heard a lot of screaming in the car, coming from the front seat.

posted November 24, 2001 12:46 AM         

Gem...you sister was a brave soul who cared for you a great deal. Since she saw you were so traumatized with her death..she showed you a joy-filled time the two of you shared. I would imagine she was trying to tell you nothing is ever lost...that you are still together.

Ra... I agree with you. This is a fascinating thread.

posted November 24, 2001 08:29 PM         

I was mistaken about the date of the dream, it wasn't early September, it was August 6, 2001. I keep a detailed diary (including dreams) and the best I can do is offer some of my entry from August 6, and some of my entry from September 19th for your examination:

August 6, 2001

"Dear Kitty, (I named my diary in honor of Anne Frank when I was 16.)

Last night I tossed and turned in the bed. I had waking nightmares about being trapped in a building and it burning down -- some melodramatic scenes of me throwing my file cabinet of writing out the window so it might be saved from the flames -- then I hurled myself out the window because there was no place else to go. My body broken, laying on the pavement...my leg twisted, snapped in half at a right angle.

Then something fell from the building on my head and crushed my skull. My thought floating through the ether with the last shreds of my conciousness?
"This is the end."

So, needless to say I was disturbed.

Then, I saw my wake, who would come...who would not...my mother weeping inconsolably, my daughter heartbroken - my heart broken.

My friends were depressed...a closed coffin. Then I saw Moshe (the Libra man I was dating over the summer)...my heart broke. He stood there not quite sure what to do, and at one point I saw him cry. I can't bear to see a man cry, it hurts more than just about anything.

So, I tossed and turned in my bed, and really needed to talk with someone to get my mind off of these thoughts.

I lay very still, and went directly to Moshe's higher self, who I've found is quite responsive...

I began repeating in my mind, "Moshe call me, I need to talk with you, please call me...please let him know I'm awake, it's not too late to call."

That went on for about three straight minutes til I settled down and imagined him groggily getting out of bed and having the urge to call me. I knew he wanted to call me, anyway, I was just re-assuring him it was alright, it was okay to try and call me at 12:30 am.

At around 12:40 my phone rang. I picked it up and it was Moshe. He apologized for calling late, he just wanted to see how I was doing, and he would let me sleep if I needed to sleep.

I told him no, as a matter of fact I was not sleeping well and was tossing and turning over my waking nightmare. He consoled me and talked with me, and got my mind off of it....

September 19, 2001
...the weekend of September 8th I had a nervous breakdown. I was worse than I can honestly say I've ever been. Alli came by the house to keep me company and tried to get me to eat, but I refused. I spent about five or six hours on the phone with my mother on Sunday, crying uncontrollably. I felt like my world was at an end. I kept sobbing, saying over and over again to her, 'I don't know what's wrong...I don't know why I'm feeling this way, God I'm nauseous...I don't want you to die...I don't want people to die, I don't want to be working there...why won't people understand I'm not supposed to be there? I'm not supposed to be doing this! I'm not supposed to be doing this! (Meaning, being a secretary in lower Manhattan)." My mother tried to make me feel better, but nothing worked. Alli left, and I was alone in the apartment for a few hours. I couldn't sleep and I couldn't eat. I felt like I was losing my mind, I started begging my relatives who had passed on to appear to me...angels, spirits, anyone to watch over me. I had a two hour conversation talking to myself in the mirror, asking why good souls in this world have to suffer...all in all it was the most horrid weekend of my life.

During my nervous breakdown, after the weekend passed, I found out that Moshe had one as well, for his own reasons. That Monday I went to the family doctor and asked him to tell me what was wrong with me, because I felt like something was wrong, my body was falling apart. I hadn't seen my family doctor in a few years, it was good to see him. He was very worried about me, and since he's known me since I was a zygote he was very upset about my appearance and symptoms and took 4 vials of blood for tests...everything from leukemia to organ failure...everything he could screen me for within my budget, he was going to.

The next day terrorists took 4 planes and destroyed the World Trade Center and part of the Pentagon, I stayed home from work and kept Theresa home from school that day.

That friday my doctor called me on the phone and told me, "You're absolutely fine. Nothing showed up in the blood tests."

This whole dream thing, and what happens after I have particular dreams hasn't been going on for very long...well, maybe only the last few years. It started when I had a dream of my Aunt Gen and she told me, "When it's your time to go, it's your time to go." ...I called her on the phone and talked with her about it, because it really disturbed me. Shortly after my dream, she passed away.

I've always had problems sleeping, since I was an infant. Back then, my mother used to say I never slept...ever. Then, I became a teenager and my sleep patterns were so bad, I wouldn't sleep for 36 hours or more, then fall into a deep sleep...and nobody could wake me up. It contributed to the fact that I didn't go to a normal high school, I was home tutored from the ages of 13 to 17 due to my sleep problems and depression.

posted November 25, 2001 12:12 AM         

Perhaps you somehow altered your life here. That is what I would focus on...If you have evoked spiritual protection, then maybe we have just seen it in action.

I would try to go forward with my life now, knowing that I was truly here for a very important reason. Also, you might want to further explore this ability to contact other space/times...or not if it scares you. Whatever, be assured you were saved

Ra...I got to thinking of your statement of me reading your mind. I wonder if when one reaches a certain level of enlightenment, there are certain 'truths' that are constant and we both just accessed one of those 'truths'?