Mrs.Tigersoap
The Living Force
Hi everyone,
I had this horrible dream last night that I wanted to post it to see if anyone had insights about it. So here it is:
I was among friends and we had taken drugs. We were wandering outside, having a laugh at things we were seeing, hallucinating on things, seeing them differently than they really were, seeing colours, etc. But at some point, I began detaching from the scene, as if I was detached from my body and seeing the scene from outside.
And that scene was scary: I saw that creatures (it felt alien but I was so shocked by I was seeing that “they” did not matter) were there, around the participants (but the participants could not see them) and that they had created the whole scene, the whole atmosphere either a long time ago or maybe right now from another plane/dimension/density and the drugs were not at all what was making us have the hallucinations, the laughing, etc.
They had in fact taken us, put us under hypnosis, show us funny things and immediately associated it with other images, sounds, colours that were not funny so that, later on, when they would show the images, say the words, we would behave exactly as they plan us to. And I was seeing all that, and it was chilling me to the core of my being, and I was waking up from the scene in my dream, because I was beginning to understand.
I was waking up and “they” were noticing it and immediately, two of them were on me. I was climbing stairs and one of them (who had now taken the shape of my dead grandfather) was whispering a word in my ear (I unfortunately cannot remember what) while another one was saying something else. It immediately made me think of a passage in one of Castaneda’s books where Don Juan and Don Genaro do the same thing to induce a certain state in Castaneda. But here it was creepy. And they were always banging with their fists on my forehead, like the word and the banging were connected and were needed to induce me back to sleep. But one of the whispering people was not doing his job properly and the other guy (my supposedly dead grandfather) was getting angry at him and saying “don’t say that to her, she’s gonna wake up, you fool, not that word!”. And I was climbing, climbing the stairs, and he was getting angrier “She’s gonna see the place, because of you, she’s gonna see where it’s all been done!” And I was so scared of course, but I wanted to see that place, I had to see it. And when I arrived on top of the stairs, after much effort (I had to carry these two creatures on my back, after all), I was on a stage. There was a fake living room, with notes on a blackboard for actors, two armchairs, a table. And I woke up, terrified.
Usually when I have a nightmare, I can calm down within a few minutes of my waking up, but there, I was feeling so bad, even physically sick.
So, has any of you thoughts on this dream?
I personally thought that maybe this is because I’ve been particularly down lately, about some of my problems, about the state of world, about what kind of world my daughter will be growing up in, about the little we can do about all this. I’ve been reading about all this for several years, have been working on myself for more than 10 years and I guess my dream has to do with what’s really going on, about what happened to mankind, in a way. I read about the magician tale by Gurdjieff and I guess I understood what it meant. But it is the first time that I FELT it, it’s no longer only intellectual. And that was horrible.
Is the stage at the end life, like in Shakespeare‘s ‘Life’s a stage?’
Am I seeing this all too literally? Is the face of my grandfather relevant (I never had such a great bond with him)?
Has any of you had similar dreams? I would really like to know what you think.
I had this horrible dream last night that I wanted to post it to see if anyone had insights about it. So here it is:
I was among friends and we had taken drugs. We were wandering outside, having a laugh at things we were seeing, hallucinating on things, seeing them differently than they really were, seeing colours, etc. But at some point, I began detaching from the scene, as if I was detached from my body and seeing the scene from outside.
And that scene was scary: I saw that creatures (it felt alien but I was so shocked by I was seeing that “they” did not matter) were there, around the participants (but the participants could not see them) and that they had created the whole scene, the whole atmosphere either a long time ago or maybe right now from another plane/dimension/density and the drugs were not at all what was making us have the hallucinations, the laughing, etc.
They had in fact taken us, put us under hypnosis, show us funny things and immediately associated it with other images, sounds, colours that were not funny so that, later on, when they would show the images, say the words, we would behave exactly as they plan us to. And I was seeing all that, and it was chilling me to the core of my being, and I was waking up from the scene in my dream, because I was beginning to understand.
I was waking up and “they” were noticing it and immediately, two of them were on me. I was climbing stairs and one of them (who had now taken the shape of my dead grandfather) was whispering a word in my ear (I unfortunately cannot remember what) while another one was saying something else. It immediately made me think of a passage in one of Castaneda’s books where Don Juan and Don Genaro do the same thing to induce a certain state in Castaneda. But here it was creepy. And they were always banging with their fists on my forehead, like the word and the banging were connected and were needed to induce me back to sleep. But one of the whispering people was not doing his job properly and the other guy (my supposedly dead grandfather) was getting angry at him and saying “don’t say that to her, she’s gonna wake up, you fool, not that word!”. And I was climbing, climbing the stairs, and he was getting angrier “She’s gonna see the place, because of you, she’s gonna see where it’s all been done!” And I was so scared of course, but I wanted to see that place, I had to see it. And when I arrived on top of the stairs, after much effort (I had to carry these two creatures on my back, after all), I was on a stage. There was a fake living room, with notes on a blackboard for actors, two armchairs, a table. And I woke up, terrified.
Usually when I have a nightmare, I can calm down within a few minutes of my waking up, but there, I was feeling so bad, even physically sick.
So, has any of you thoughts on this dream?
I personally thought that maybe this is because I’ve been particularly down lately, about some of my problems, about the state of world, about what kind of world my daughter will be growing up in, about the little we can do about all this. I’ve been reading about all this for several years, have been working on myself for more than 10 years and I guess my dream has to do with what’s really going on, about what happened to mankind, in a way. I read about the magician tale by Gurdjieff and I guess I understood what it meant. But it is the first time that I FELT it, it’s no longer only intellectual. And that was horrible.
Is the stage at the end life, like in Shakespeare‘s ‘Life’s a stage?’
Am I seeing this all too literally? Is the face of my grandfather relevant (I never had such a great bond with him)?
Has any of you had similar dreams? I would really like to know what you think.
