An hour ago, I woke up from an important dream. Since then, I've done my best to rewalk it so I can remember it to write down.
In the first segment, my living space was invated by a large black dog that insisted on interacting with me and would not leave my space. I did not want this dog, I did not choose it, but it seemed that I was unable to remove it from my life. I interacted with others to learn more about the situation, and they believed I had no choice in the matter. I repeated ordered this dog to leave my yard and my space, and that seemed to just trigger more interaction with it. It would bite onto me and refuse to leave me alone the more attention I paid to it.
In the second segment, I was with a pack of dogs. Actually, we were people who could fly, and when we started flying, we changed into dogs. Once we were airborn, we would link up, paws to shoulders, forming a huge dog pack link that was flying. In our first flight, we had about 30 or 40 dogs in formation, but we slipped from the flight mode and landed safely back on Earth. Some of us returned right away to people, some remained dogs, and other dogs were joining us to prepare for the next flight attempt.
My sense about the flying was that it worked the same way my individual flight works in dreams. There is a state of mind that I must reach, one that allows me to fly as naturally as if I'm walking or doing anything else, and it is more like a meditative state that involves a feeling as well as a thought component. If I doubt I can fly, I crash. If I get scared or have any other strong emotional reaction, I can't fly, either. As a pack of dogs, we also seemed to need to create a sort of group mind that would keep us flying together at the same altitude and in formation.
While we were preparing to launch for the second time, we saw another pack fly over us and could see other formations in the sky at a distance. But some bad dogs were among us, and they were trying to hurt some of my friends. I personally crushed the middle section of a dog that was attacking an old friend of mine, someone who seemed to be a cross between Bill and the guy I worked with at MediServe. Another bad dog was hurt in this process of getting us away from the bad ones. We were running away inside a structure with rooms and hallways and outside access, and were trying to hide amongst the other peole who were there.
I thought we had gotten away, and I was hiding by engaging in a conversation with a woman who was like Donna from CTG when I suddenly realized that the entire situation had shifted away. The pack of dogs was gone, and I was being told that I was the bad one, the one they called the American Undead and there was something about a 40% bend in me caused by someone else. This bend was supposed to be the mark of the AU. I immediately flew off by myself, not wanting to be recognized as someone bad which I did not believe was true.
The third part began organically as I flew off and landed in a place among people. It seemed to be a churchlike setting but it was either a large indoors area or outdoors. The path from the entrance to the alter area curved and there were people along both sides. I landed at the entrance, greeted by a man who looked like Alan Rickman but was in angel garb and his chest had a logo/crest and some words, something about Salt Lake City. As I joined him, he began giving me instructions about how to greet the people we were passing, and I realized that they had been waiting for me to arrive. I was not just to lead the service, I was sort of the person they had come to worship, the person they came to adore and learn from, like a guru or master teacher. Alan and I floated above the path, I was greeting them with a blessing, and after curving around through the place we landed at the alter area.
There were other attendants there for me, and they were a bit upset that I didn't have all of my responsibilities understood and didn't know all of the protocols. There was a huge book that had attached strings of fabric flowing from it, and I was supposed to be holding this sort of sacred book and it was never to be set down. My own clothes had the same sort of angelic flying fabric attachments. The alter area was three dimensional, it was like a Greek temple in the middle of this outdoor area. I was flying all around it, and entered the building through pillars and a sort of window on the second/top floor. I was flying, weaving in and out of this building and a few others, and decided that I wanted to leave. One of the attendants was helping me to slip away without causing any problems with the people who were there on the ground to see me. After a few misdirections to the crowd, I was able to fly away and make my escape. I didn't like being there and felt relieved to be gone.
I found myself flying into other buildings, single story buildings, through the windows, but somehow once inside, it was more like I was in the basements. There were other people around. I was generally flying higher than the rest, and kept tearing out the underside of the wooden floors to allow myself to get as high as possible, always trying to get higher. Part of this just seemed like where I should be, part of it seemed like I felt more comfortable higher, and part of it was trying to stay away from the lower people who I felt would try to hurt me if they could reach me. It seemed as if I could use mind power to enlist other people to help me tear out the ceiling to reach higher places, people who I thought might want to hurt me, but suddenly they were helping me. But I didn't feel easy. I wanted out of those places and into a higher place.
The last segment took place in one of those settings. I was doing my best to sort of route myself through the wooden ceiling when I hit about the highest spot I could. I seemed to stay there, like my head was attached to the space, and my body was floating, my limbs and that angelic fabric around me was floating everywhere. There was something sensual about the way my body was moving and enjoying the movement. This seemed to happen several times, that I would fly to a different location, see other people doing what I had been doing, and I would join them.
The last place I arrived, there was a woman who was giving instructions to us about how to call in this being, what to say and what to do, and it was basically what I had been doing before, with clear instructions this time so with intention where before I had just been imitating others in a natural way. In the midst of this, I heard the doorbell ring.
This ring seemed so real and woke me up to a different level of consciousness. At first, my body reacted as if my real doorbell had rung and I must get out of bed and answer it. But I've had this experience before. Usually, I hear knocking instead of a doorbell. And it jolted me to a new awareness.
I immediately said NO and said that I do not give my permission for anyone to enter. I called upon my guides to protect me and stated my intentions about the types of beings I allow to enter my space to interact with me. I spent several minutes in this space, restating protection and intention.
It's been a long time since I've found myself traveling like this. I believe this is related to two things going on, first in menopause and a breakthrough to a new level of being, and the second is the infection my body has been fighting related to my dental work.
In the time since I've been awake, I realized that I complete trust my protection and I do feel safe. It's been so long since I've chosen to enter that reality, and since it has come to visit me like this. I don't mind, it's not that I've missed it. I haven't forgotten it, and I've been learning about how to be aware of both realities in my waking consiousness. I'm even learning how to approach my work with a different reality as a conscious intention. I believe I've been learning a great deal and making a lot of progress.
It feels like I'm reaching a new door in my growth. There are two parts to this process. First, there is the awareness that a new door has been reached. And second, there is figuring out how to get through the door once you exactly find its location.
The dogs in the dream are interesting, domesticated animals, so the connection is to conscious emotions. There seems to be a social component to this dream, about fitting or not fitting into groups, not being comfortable with my role in some groups, and the fact that I was in a dog pack and dealing with a group consiousness. I wasn't comfortable throughout most of the dream, but when I heard the doorbell, I KNEW it was time to withdraw myself in truth, not just in the dream.
I'm not sure what to think of this. I'm going to spend some time working through my spiritual protection and may even sever my astral connections to everyone to clear out my space. This was certainly an interesting event in my space.
