posted October 01, 2004 12:22 PM         

Anyone have input?

First one:

I was in NYC, of course. I was down by 8th street and 6th Avenue. I'm often there in my dreams because I spent to much time there in waking life, I guess. I was near Funhouse (where I used to work) with Hunter. It was dark out and the streets were pretty quiet. It was getting late and Hunter was tired so I was carrying him.

I decided we should get inside to get some sleep. I entered one of the buildings where I guess I was living in the dream. The lobby was dark and there was a flight of stairs we had to go up to get to our place. I started up ths stairs and just as I was reaching the second landing I heard activity there. I could hear men speaking German. I slowed down and got very nervous as I peeked out of the stairway to see who was there.

There were two Nazis all the way down the hall in front of my door. They were talking to one another and I knew they were discussing me. The quality of the darkness in the hall was very strange. It wasn't like the regular hallway darkness where a light was out. It seemed to be very thick in some places and thin in others. It seemed to have some sort of form -- like fog, actually! Like fog but black.

They both looked up suddenly and to the stairs and spotted me. The one closest to me turned on his heels and began goosestepping down the hall towards me in a very professional, military way. I thought he would chase me but he didn't seem to be doing that. He wasn't in a huge rush even though he was moving somewhat quickly. But he was staring at me.. very strange look on his face. It was very intense and the set of his jaw was very deliberate. His lips were tight as though he were trying to get me to... I don't know? Trying to get me to understand him? Read his mind? I'm not sure.

But when he got closer I ran away anyway. I went back down the stairs, still holding Hunter who was napping on my shoulder. I ran down the first floor hall which was better lit than the other. There were more Nazis on this floor standing around talking to one another casually. The hall and stairway wasn't modern. I think they sort of reminded me of the halls and stairs of a lot of the older NYC buildings I've been in. The smaller 4 floor brick buildings built in the late 1800's or very early 1900's.

I came to a door that for some reason I had a key for. It was one of those old skeleton keys. The door was translucent and the room on the other side was very bright. It wasn't a normal door but more like a double door that joined in the middle - like a sliding door. I unlocked it and looked in - hoping to find a safe place for Hunter to sleep. But the room was filled with Jewish people. They were all in black but they seemed to be in the middle of a social gathering. I dont' want to say it was a party but they seemed to be having a good time and it wasn't a somber occasion. Some of them stopped to look at me but I told them I couldn't stay.

I panicked because I knew if I went in there then the Nazis would find them. I had to close and lock the door again before the Nazis all around me and in the hall behind me wouldn't see! At first it wouldn't close properly. The doors wouldn't join and one was crooked but finally I got them closed and locked again... as best as I could anyway.

I began my search again and I found an apartment on the third floor. In the dream this was my 'getaway' apartment. I didn't go there that often but I had it in case I needed it and I let friends stay in it sometimes. In waking life, the apartment belonged to a friend named Eva Heinemann who lived in my old building on the third floor in NY. She wasn't around in the dream, though, because in the dream it was mine! I locked the door behind me and it was quiet in there.

At some point Hunter had turned into a kitten that I was still holding. A little fuzzy grey cute kitten. I put him down to explore and get comfortable in the apartment. I walked back to the bedroom towards the back of the building and I was surprised to find someone there. She was a very thin blonde woman and she was brushing her teeth. I asked her what she was doing there but I wasn't very alarmed about it. She told me she'd been staying there a couple weeks because so-and-so said she could for a little while.

This seemed okay to me. I watched her brush her teeth for a minute and then looked at the wall where I had a collage of pictures. They all seemed to be of the Kaiser-Wilhelm-Gedächtniskirche from so many different angles and different lighting. Some after the bombing and many before the bombing of Berlin. I mentioned to her that I hadn't been to the apartment we were in for 3 1/2 weeks. I think I mentioned it twice at that point.

I tore myself away from that and then went through the apartment to make sure all the windows were secure and locked and that Huntercat would be safe and sound. The blonde woman helped me a little bit but she made too much noise and I didn't like it. I didn't want the Nazis to hear her. When we were done with that she was staring at me and I asked her why.

She told me she shouldn't tell me but that she was a "Living-Dead Nazi Priest". Whatever THAT is. I just thought of zombie Nazis going to church and almost made a joke about it but she wasn't laughing and her face was suddenly very hallow and creepy. I turned and went to the kitchen and there were suddenly two men in there making themselves at home. They were sort of chunky and were wearing long ceremonial robes. I asked what they were doing there and they told me the same thing the blonde woman had -- that so and so said they could stay there a little while. I told them it was okay, I guess, and that I hadn't been in the apartment for 3 1/2 weeks anyway but it was big enough for all of us to stay in. I wondered why they were in ceremonial robes but I didn't ask... they seemed to be preparing for something.

Second one:

I was in a U-bahn station in Berlin by myself. It looked like a combination of the subway in NYC, though. I was waiting in line to buy tokens because there were turnstyles like in NYC. Berlin doesn't have that... but the station was German - it was Zoologischer Garten station.

Everyone around me was talking and going about their normal business. I was kind of confused as to WHY I was in Berlin. It seemed very real to me and, obviously, when I went to bed the night before I had been in Los Angeles. I wondered if I even had Euros for the train. I dug in my pocket and pulled out some money. It was foreign currency but not Euros. I was staring at it and trying to figure it out. The man in front of me was trying to talk to me in German but I didn't know what he was saying.

A tall man walked up to me and I was a little freaked that he was going to try to talk to me when I didn't speak German or even know WHY I was in Berlin! He pointed to the money in my hands and said "Deutsche Mark"

I said in English "But you use Euros now!!"

He got a bit annoyed and said "Nein, Deutsche Mark!"

I was SO CONFUSED and I put it all back in my pocket. He started talking to me in German and I didn't understand what he was saying so finally I said "No sprecken sie deutsche!" in a very American way.

And he rolled his eyes and said "YES, you do." He said it in German but I did understand it like I was hearing German and English at the same time. "See? You do. Now which train do you want to take?"

posted October 02, 2004 02:43 AM         

Any astrologers here have an idea? Is there something going on up there?

posted October 02, 2004 02:50 PM         

I dream about Hunter quite a lot And actually he's turned into cats in a few of my dreams. I wonder where that comes from?

Pixie ~ hey who are you callin' a Leo-riser?! *hides chart*

posted November 13, 2004 04:02 AM         

***goes looking for notes***

posted January 04, 2005 04:58 AM         

The first dream connects your present psyche (NYC) with that of your past-life (Germany), bringing forth more material from your unconscious (dark).

I decided we should get inside to get some sleep. I entered one of the buildings where I guess I was living in the dream. The lobby was dark and there was a flight of stairs we had to go up to get to our place. I started up ths stairs and just as I was reaching the second landing I heard activity there. I could hear men speaking German. I slowed down and got very nervous as I peeked out of the stairway to see who was there

Entering the murkiness of this particular aspect of your psyche ... and we find those Nazis!

There were two Nazis all the way down the hall in front of my door. They were talking to one another and I knew they were discussing me. The quality of the darkness in the hall was very strange. It wasn't like the regular hallway darkness where a light was out. It seemed to be very thick in some places and thin in others. It seemed to have some sort of form -- like fog, actually! Like fog but black.

Two, duality, conflict. This is a good description of this murky area in your mind and the past-life associated with it.

They both looked up suddenly and to the stairs and spotted me. The one closest to me turned on his heels and began goosestepping down the hall towards me in a very professional, military way. I thought he would chase me but he didn't seem to be doing that. He wasn't in a huge rush even though he was moving somewhat quickly. But he was staring at me.. very strange look on his face. It was very intense and the set of his jaw was very deliberate. His lips were tight as though he were trying to get me to... I don't know? Trying to get me to understand him? Read his mind? I'm not sure.

Approaching material/information/energy.

But when he got closer I ran away anyway. I went back down the stairs, still holding Hunter who was napping on my shoulder. I ran down the first floor hall which was better lit than the other. There were more Nazis on this floor standing around talking to one another casually. The hall and stairway wasn't modern. I think they sort of reminded me of the halls and stairs of a lot of the older NYC buildings I've been in. The smaller 4 floor brick buildings built in the late 1800's or very early 1900's.

You may not be quite ready for it. ***The building is appropriate to the time-period of that life.

I came to a door that for some reason I had a key for. It was one of those old skeleton keys. The door was translucent and the room on the other side was very bright. It wasn't a normal door but more like a double door that joined in the middle - like a sliding door. I unlocked it and looked in - hoping to find a safe place for Hunter to sleep. But the room was filled with Jewish people. They were all in black but they seemed to be in the middle of a social gathering. I dont' want to say it was a party but they seemed to be having a good time and it wasn't a somber occasion. Some of them stopped to look at me but I told them I couldn't stay.
I panicked because I knew if I went in there then the Nazis would find them. I had to close and lock the door again before the Nazis all around me and in the hall behind me wouldn't see! At first it wouldn't close properly. The doors wouldn't join and one was crooked but finally I got them closed and locked again... as best as I could anyway.

A door to one of the many rooms of your psyche and unconscious. It is transluscent because this is unconscious material that is very close to awareness ... you almost are able to allow yourself to understand what this "skeleton" key unlocks. Beyond the door is the "brighter side" of that experience, the good parts of it, the light. This reflects your empathy for the Jewish people in that life and hints at the work you did on their behalf, and the tentative, precarious relationship you had with the Nazis.

I began my search again and I found an apartment on the third floor. In the dream this was my 'getaway' apartment. I didn't go there that often but I had it in case I needed it and I let friends stay in it sometimes. In waking life, the apartment belonged to a friend named Eva Heinemann who lived in my old building on the third floor in NY. She wasn't around in the dream, though, because in the dream it was mine! I locked the door behind me and it was quiet in there.

This represents one of the safehouses you helped to operate - Eva shows us that your efforts were in helping the Jews and other sympathizers.

At some point Hunter had turned into a kitten that I was still holding. A little fuzzy grey cute kitten. I put him down to explore and get comfortable in the apartment. I walked back to the bedroom towards the back of the building and I was surprised to find someone there. She was a very thin blonde woman and she was brushing her teeth. I asked her what she was doing there but I wasn't very alarmed about it. She told me she'd been staying there a couple weeks because so-and-so said she could for a little while.

This seemed okay to me. I watched her brush her teeth for a minute and then looked at the wall where I had a collage of pictures. They all seemed to be of the Kaiser-Wilhelm-Gedächtniskirche from so many different angles and different lighting. Some after the bombing and many before the bombing of Berlin. I mentioned to her that I hadn't been to the apartment we were in for 3 1/2 weeks. I think I mentioned it twice at that point.

I tore myself away from that and then went through the apartment to make sure all the windows were secure and locked and that Huntercat would be safe and sound. The blonde woman helped me a little bit but she made too much noise and I didn't like it. I didn't want the Nazis to hear her. When we were done with that she was staring at me and I asked her why.

The above three paragraphs are mostly past-life fragments (in my opinion ).

She told me she shouldn't tell me but that she was a "Living-Dead Nazi Priest". Whatever THAT is. I just thought of zombie Nazis going to church and almost made a joke about it but she wasn't laughing and her face was suddenly very hallow and creepy. I turned and went to the kitchen and there were suddenly two men in there making themselves at home. They were sort of chunky and were wearing long ceremonial robes. I asked what they were doing there and they told me the same thing the blonde woman had -- that so and so said they could stay there a little while. I told them it was okay, I guess, and that I hadn't been in the apartment for 3 1/2 weeks anyway but it was big enough for all of us to stay in. I wondered why they were in ceremonial robes but I didn't ask... they seemed to be preparing for something.

I won't go into detail at this time about what I think this represents, but I will say that I believe it is part of the programming you experienced, a glimpse of one of the techniques used in mental/psychological manipulation that was forced upon you. I think this is an actual memory fragment, just as in the paragraphs preceding, as odd as that may seem ...

I will get to dream number two before next year .

posted January 05, 2005 01:39 PM         

This dream connects your present psyche (NYC) to your psyche of the past (Berlin) and suggests that the material from this past life is growing ever closer to conscious awareness. "YES, you do" speak German, or at least you used to.

This dream suggests that the material from this past life is so close to awareness that it is only a matter of minor vibration which keeps it unconscious. To put it another way, Euros and Deutsche Marks are both money, and money symbolizes personal energy ... so symbolized here is a differing personal vibrational energy, similar but different. They both belong to you, are part of you, and are separated only by degree or vibration, and by time. I wish I could be more clear in my explanation, but the words just are not quite coming together. Does this make any sense?

Closer and closer we get ...

posted January 10, 2005 12:14 PM         

It's alright, Ra. I know how busy you are. I don't mind waiting. If I felt I couldn't wait and it was really important I'd probably say something. In the mean while I am patient and appreciate any effort at all you throw into them. You are so helpful to me!! I've been dreaming a lot lately but I try not to post too many of them because it can be overwhelming.

Two, duality, conflict. This is a good description of this murky area in your mind and the past-life associated with it.

I think this sums up my entire personality - not just the dream. heh! I wonder if I'm so... conflicted in this lifetime partially because of this last one. Sometimes - I know I've said this before - it's like there are two people in here. Not in the crazy hearing voices type of way but just that I feel like I have two sides that want very different things. It's tiring. I'm supposed to be an Aries - not a Gemini.

I won't go into detail at this time about what I think this represents, but I will say that I believe it is part of the programming you experienced, a glimpse of one of the techniques used in mental/psychological manipulation that was forced upon you. I think this is an actual memory fragment, just as in the paragraphs preceding, as odd as that may seem ...

Yes that does seem odd - but interesting nonetheless! Truth is stranger than fiction so they say. I have a feeling my last life would make a great movie.

posted January 15, 2005 04:41 AM         

Anyway, just wanted you to know that you are important to me.

posted January 15, 2005 03:52 PM         

**imagine several happy dancing hearts here**

And you never did answer about the past life issue! I figured there was a reason for it, though. I'd love to hear about it when you're ready, of course.

You are important to ME but I think if I said that as often as I feel it I'd come off as very weird.

Okay wait -- MORE weird.