The other day I recalled a dream from a few weeks ago.
I was cross-country skiing up to a yurt in the Uintahs. I went there over a year ago, so I recognized the place. When we arrived at the yurt, it was beautiful spring weather and the snow was gone.
I sat at the picnic table with some friends and I grumbled inwardly, well mostly inwardly, at the other people coming up the trail and disturbing the beautiful, peaceful, mountain scene.
My gaze spanned across the lake that took center stage of view from the yurt. The light blue reflected from the water's surface and contrasted majestically with the deep green of the pines that blanketed the mountains surrounding the valley.
As I acknowledged the beauty that I beheld, my consciousness/entity moved forward til it was at the center of the lake. The Trees that I gazed upon then transformed til I was looking up at the twelve Apostles.
It was as if the lake had become their table and they were all seated around it. I felt as if I were eavesdropping through some magic. My body was now swimming in the lake, treading water as I looked up at these giant figures.
They were discussing which Apostle would be assigned to which area of the world. When it came to Henry B. Eyring, he was pleased to accept an area that had a certain school in it because of his attachment to that school.
After he accepted the assignment to speak there, I had to turn my body in the water while treading water so I could look at the person next in the circle. I was both stunned and not surprised at all to see that Jesus Christ, the Savior, was sitting with them in the meeting. I wish I could describe Him to you, but even though He was completely recognizable for who He is, I am unable to remember what He looked like.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
"Dark have been my dreams of late."
Two nights ago I woke up during a dream that was absolutely wonderful.
I was in somebody's arms. They were holding me and their hands were lovingly caressing my back, my arms... I felt so loved. It was so real that it woke me.
Since it was 3 hours before I cared to wake up, after a minute or two I closed my eyes to fall back asleep. The dream returned. But it had changed. Now when I looked into the eyes of the man that held me, the love that had been there was replaced with lust, greed and anger so intense that they glowed. Instead of feeling safely held, it was now as if he was pinning me down.
Fear filled me, my heart started racing and I struggled to get free...
I woke from my shallow sleep and could not sleep for hours.
Last night I dreamed of a place where we were mixed with a different sort of species. They looked human enough and we had apparently gotten along quite well for years.
The dream started with the announcement that something had started triggering Them into killing sprees. Each humanoid was not triggered to kill everybody, just certain people, but would kill others that stood in their way.
It was hard to hear, because we had been friends with some of Them. We lived on a campus/compound area that we knew we could secure from the inside. We had to set up situations where we could get the few of Them that lived with us on the compound into rooms that we could lock from the outside. We hoped this would keep them and us safe until whatever was happening could be figured out.
In one situation I was coached on how to get one of them into a room with a few of my friends from school sitting by me in chairs. When She was brought into the room She was so much taller than me. She looked down on me and said something that I do not recall. I was holding a thing of crackers in my hand. When she saw the crackers, this somehow set her off. I watched as she turned from my friend to a creature similar to the zombies on "I am Legend." Before she was able to attack me, others restrained her and lead her to a holding place.
After this, the campus seemed pretty calm. There were a few more of Them that were not secure, but they seemed more peacable and we had hopes of talking them into some of the rooms just to make sure nothing happened.
I was talking to one of my friends near one of the bathrooms when, from across the main commons, I hear a voice calling me saying "She's on a killing spree!"
I turned to see a commotion in a group of people where some had been trying to talk to one of Them. I heard this creature shout my friend's name that I had been talking to. I quickly drove him into the bathroom with those around me. A few people quickly blocked the door and stood against it.
My heart was pounding as I listened to Her shreaks from outside through the windows high up on the walls of the bathroom. I saw a shadow of a head appear at one of the windows as she jumped to get a look of the inside. I could tell that she was almost certain my friend was in the bathroom that we had secured, but I did not want to imagine the rage she would let loose trying to get in here if she saw him. There wasn't much we could do. I felt helpless and scared just waiting for her to break through somehow.
I had pushed my friend into a stall that was opposite the windows where she was looking. Knowing my friend, curiosity had overridden his common sense, because, as I looked over to make sure he was hidden, I saw his head poke above the stall walls. How could he be so stupid!? I rushed into the stall and held his head down. I swear he would go deaf from being so close to the pounding noise my heart was making in my chest.
I looked up from him toward the window because the shouts outside had risen in pitch as well as those from within the bathroom. I woke, heart racing, with the distinct impression that she was no longer outside the bathroom...
I was in somebody's arms. They were holding me and their hands were lovingly caressing my back, my arms... I felt so loved. It was so real that it woke me.
Since it was 3 hours before I cared to wake up, after a minute or two I closed my eyes to fall back asleep. The dream returned. But it had changed. Now when I looked into the eyes of the man that held me, the love that had been there was replaced with lust, greed and anger so intense that they glowed. Instead of feeling safely held, it was now as if he was pinning me down.
Fear filled me, my heart started racing and I struggled to get free...
I woke from my shallow sleep and could not sleep for hours.
Last night I dreamed of a place where we were mixed with a different sort of species. They looked human enough and we had apparently gotten along quite well for years.
The dream started with the announcement that something had started triggering Them into killing sprees. Each humanoid was not triggered to kill everybody, just certain people, but would kill others that stood in their way.
It was hard to hear, because we had been friends with some of Them. We lived on a campus/compound area that we knew we could secure from the inside. We had to set up situations where we could get the few of Them that lived with us on the compound into rooms that we could lock from the outside. We hoped this would keep them and us safe until whatever was happening could be figured out.
In one situation I was coached on how to get one of them into a room with a few of my friends from school sitting by me in chairs. When She was brought into the room She was so much taller than me. She looked down on me and said something that I do not recall. I was holding a thing of crackers in my hand. When she saw the crackers, this somehow set her off. I watched as she turned from my friend to a creature similar to the zombies on "I am Legend." Before she was able to attack me, others restrained her and lead her to a holding place.
After this, the campus seemed pretty calm. There were a few more of Them that were not secure, but they seemed more peacable and we had hopes of talking them into some of the rooms just to make sure nothing happened.
I was talking to one of my friends near one of the bathrooms when, from across the main commons, I hear a voice calling me saying "She's on a killing spree!"
I turned to see a commotion in a group of people where some had been trying to talk to one of Them. I heard this creature shout my friend's name that I had been talking to. I quickly drove him into the bathroom with those around me. A few people quickly blocked the door and stood against it.
My heart was pounding as I listened to Her shreaks from outside through the windows high up on the walls of the bathroom. I saw a shadow of a head appear at one of the windows as she jumped to get a look of the inside. I could tell that she was almost certain my friend was in the bathroom that we had secured, but I did not want to imagine the rage she would let loose trying to get in here if she saw him. There wasn't much we could do. I felt helpless and scared just waiting for her to break through somehow.
I had pushed my friend into a stall that was opposite the windows where she was looking. Knowing my friend, curiosity had overridden his common sense, because, as I looked over to make sure he was hidden, I saw his head poke above the stall walls. How could he be so stupid!? I rushed into the stall and held his head down. I swear he would go deaf from being so close to the pounding noise my heart was making in my chest.
I looked up from him toward the window because the shouts outside had risen in pitch as well as those from within the bathroom. I woke, heart racing, with the distinct impression that she was no longer outside the bathroom...
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Nightmare
Why do nightmares have to be so vivid?
Last night I dreamed that I was involved with this guy; let’s call him Johnny Depp (because that’s who he resembled). I knew that he was cheating on me. I knew that part of the reason that he was involved with her was because he was trying to get a hold of this Something- something almost like a treasure to him because of its great value.
I ended up leaving him. And as I was leaving, I could see through the walls into the house and I knew that he lay dead on the floor. I don’t know if it was me that killed him or the other girl, but he was dead, and I did not want to appear guilty for it.
I came back when I knew that he was just a skeleton and brought him back from the dead. I don’t know why. He was basically a skeleton that was trying to become more human-like again. He walked on all fours, just had a coating of skin over each individual bone and no organs. His skull was attached more to the rear of it, like an animal’s head. He was obsessed with getting his Something, and I was terrified of him.
We (him, I and a third person) repelled down into this hole to find an entrance to a dusty old corridor. I walked along side him, jumpy, never knowing if he was going to kill me. I looked at him and watched as organs began to form between his bones and his skin. As we entered the room with his Something, he couldn’t talk because his head was adjusting back into place and that cut off his esophagus during the transition.
Once in the room, I selected the things off of a shelf that I knew he was after. Once he had them, he and the other guy (turned out to be a friend from college) hugged each other and began to celebrate. I quickly ran up the stairs under the pretense of checking to make sure the coast was clear. I was really trying to find a way to escape. There was something about his Something that I knew he should not have and that could be very destructive to others.
My heart was pounding! I didn’t know if he would kill me now that he had what he wanted. The stairs led me up into a living room. There was a computer against the wall. I sat on it and acted casual as girls came up from a different room and had been making witches costumes out off too shear of a material but did not care.
When I looked at the computer I realized that if I deleted things off of here, that the Something would be useless. I also knew that he’d know the instant I did it.
He was just a few flights of stairs beneath me and I knew I couldn’t run fast enough to get away with my life if he did discover what I had done. I struggled, but was able to select and delete the things off of the computer. When I did, I heard an unearthly howl from below me.
I tried to get up and run, but couldn’t move.
Then there was silence. The only sound was the beating of my heart in my ears. I swiveled in the chair as soon as movement returned to my body. As I caught sight of the stair case he jumped out at me and shouted with his eyes glowing in anger!
I woke up with my heart racing! I swear I could feel his presence in the dark corner of my room even when I knew I was awake and that it had just been a dream.
It took lights on and a lot of prayers to push that feeling away.
Oh, how it would’ve been nice to not be alone on nights like this.
Last night I dreamed that I was involved with this guy; let’s call him Johnny Depp (because that’s who he resembled). I knew that he was cheating on me. I knew that part of the reason that he was involved with her was because he was trying to get a hold of this Something- something almost like a treasure to him because of its great value.
I ended up leaving him. And as I was leaving, I could see through the walls into the house and I knew that he lay dead on the floor. I don’t know if it was me that killed him or the other girl, but he was dead, and I did not want to appear guilty for it.
I came back when I knew that he was just a skeleton and brought him back from the dead. I don’t know why. He was basically a skeleton that was trying to become more human-like again. He walked on all fours, just had a coating of skin over each individual bone and no organs. His skull was attached more to the rear of it, like an animal’s head. He was obsessed with getting his Something, and I was terrified of him.
We (him, I and a third person) repelled down into this hole to find an entrance to a dusty old corridor. I walked along side him, jumpy, never knowing if he was going to kill me. I looked at him and watched as organs began to form between his bones and his skin. As we entered the room with his Something, he couldn’t talk because his head was adjusting back into place and that cut off his esophagus during the transition.
Once in the room, I selected the things off of a shelf that I knew he was after. Once he had them, he and the other guy (turned out to be a friend from college) hugged each other and began to celebrate. I quickly ran up the stairs under the pretense of checking to make sure the coast was clear. I was really trying to find a way to escape. There was something about his Something that I knew he should not have and that could be very destructive to others.
My heart was pounding! I didn’t know if he would kill me now that he had what he wanted. The stairs led me up into a living room. There was a computer against the wall. I sat on it and acted casual as girls came up from a different room and had been making witches costumes out off too shear of a material but did not care.
When I looked at the computer I realized that if I deleted things off of here, that the Something would be useless. I also knew that he’d know the instant I did it.
He was just a few flights of stairs beneath me and I knew I couldn’t run fast enough to get away with my life if he did discover what I had done. I struggled, but was able to select and delete the things off of the computer. When I did, I heard an unearthly howl from below me.
I tried to get up and run, but couldn’t move.
Then there was silence. The only sound was the beating of my heart in my ears. I swiveled in the chair as soon as movement returned to my body. As I caught sight of the stair case he jumped out at me and shouted with his eyes glowing in anger!
I woke up with my heart racing! I swear I could feel his presence in the dark corner of my room even when I knew I was awake and that it had just been a dream.
It took lights on and a lot of prayers to push that feeling away.
Oh, how it would’ve been nice to not be alone on nights like this.
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