Lucid and Shamanic dreams
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I talked a bit about this dream somewhere, I believe it was in this journal.
Here is what I wrote about it in my dream journal:
At first I'm in a building that is open just cemented walls. I see a dirt road in front of me and there is a procession of peoples coming down with bodies of their ancestors wrapped in cloth bundles. The men are chanting and singing and they are wearing masks. I ask what is going on to the three other woman with me. Two girls one almost a woman one who is a child and the older woman is a medicine woman and very old. She tells me that it is the day to celebrate their ancestors. They tale them down from the graves high above the plateau in the mountains and they bring them here once a year for celebration. I felt very strange as if I was on a mind altering substance in the dream. I then realize that I am lucid dreaming.
Which I often do, when I do realize this I try to fly which is my signal to me I'm dreaming. So I walk out of the cement hut thing and I'm brushed past by the men with their dead. I could smell the rust of the dirt and the ripe sweet smell of death and it nearly turned my stomach. I decide to go out further on this road and I see that I'm in a valley and high above us there is a huge butte mountain. I fly to the top and the woman are telling me no don't do it or ill die. I laugh and tell them I'm dreaming and watch me.
I get to the top and I see a huge crack that makes the rock on top split in the crevasse where the rock is solid as one piece I see what I can only describe as a magickal doorway. It has a rainbow luminescence aura revolving and swirling around it almost like a shield. The front gate has a prism with the eye on it. You have to put both hands on it to open the door. But the door itself is invisible like see through, I move in closer.
I'm kind of creeping around to see if anyone is around that will notice me. I go to open the gate but I hear voices around me. Two native American men talking about the festivities. I see one man pause and turn in my direction and I feel as if im going to be spotted. So I go hide in the crevice dangling miles high above the valley. I'm not the least bit scared if the height. The man comes over and checks and says he thinks someone has been here.
Realizing I'm caught I resend the crevice face and talk to them. They are both stunned. They said im not allowed to be here. Then they asked me how I got here. This place was a secret burial ground for their ancestors and why a white woman could find it, and how I got here. I told them I flew. They were amazed because only shamans can do that in spirit form. They were resided to capture me and figure out more. But I got away and flew back down to the ground. It was exhilarating, I really was flying I saw the ground beneath me. I landed again on the dirt road. Everyone was pointing and yelling. I went back to the cement hut thing and asked the woman why I was here. She said it was because I was special and it was time for me to learn how to use my powers and that she wanted to bring me here on this day to learn how to worship the seasons and the dead...
Love and Light,
Roses
I talked a bit about this dream somewhere, I believe it was in this journal.
Click to viewHere is what I wrote about it in my dream journal:
At first I'm in a building that is open just cemented walls. I see a dirt road in front of me and there is a procession of peoples coming down with bodies of their ancestors wrapped in cloth bundles. The men are chanting and singing and they are wearing masks. I ask what is going on to the three other woman with me. Two girls one almost a woman one who is a child and the older woman is a medicine woman and very old. She tells me that it is the day to celebrate their ancestors. They tale them down from the graves high above the plateau in the mountains and they bring them here once a year for celebration. I felt very strange as if I was on a mind altering substance in the dream. I then realize that I am lucid dreaming.
Which I often do, when I do realize this I try to fly which is my signal to me I'm dreaming. So I walk out of the cement hut thing and I'm brushed past by the men with their dead. I could smell the rust of the dirt and the ripe sweet smell of death and it nearly turned my stomach. I decide to go out further on this road and I see that I'm in a valley and high above us there is a huge butte mountain. I fly to the top and the woman are telling me no don't do it or ill die. I laugh and tell them I'm dreaming and watch me.
I get to the top and I see a huge crack that makes the rock on top split in the crevasse where the rock is solid as one piece I see what I can only describe as a magickal doorway. It has a rainbow luminescence aura revolving and swirling around it almost like a shield. The front gate has a prism with the eye on it. You have to put both hands on it to open the door. But the door itself is invisible like see through, I move in closer.
I'm kind of creeping around to see if anyone is around that will notice me. I go to open the gate but I hear voices around me. Two native American men talking about the festivities. I see one man pause and turn in my direction and I feel as if im going to be spotted. So I go hide in the crevice dangling miles high above the valley. I'm not the least bit scared if the height. The man comes over and checks and says he thinks someone has been here.
Realizing I'm caught I resend the crevice face and talk to them. They are both stunned. They said im not allowed to be here. Then they asked me how I got here. This place was a secret burial ground for their ancestors and why a white woman could find it, and how I got here. I told them I flew. They were amazed because only shamans can do that in spirit form. They were resided to capture me and figure out more. But I got away and flew back down to the ground. It was exhilarating, I really was flying I saw the ground beneath me. I landed again on the dirt road. Everyone was pointing and yelling. I went back to the cement hut thing and asked the woman why I was here. She said it was because I was special and it was time for me to learn how to use my powers and that she wanted to bring me here on this day to learn how to worship the seasons and the dead...
Love and Light,
Roses