A recurring dream that I have is being at a school. Either it is one from my past- like grade school or a college or trade school. I can remember them very well, because I moved around so much that it was an intense experience to go to each new school.
The same theme that happens in each one is that I continue on my studies. I go for longer periods of time, change majors, calculate time and then do very well. I am not sure if this means that I should literally continue on my education or just wishful dreaming?
Although, the sense I have in each one is being overwhelmed and not speaking up or saying anything. I notice that I try to solve all the problems by my self, because I like to be alone.
Found myself in a school that had very long hallways and they were all painted asphalt. The temperature was very cool, as if we were underground. The paints were all in different tones of the color blue.
I saw my full blood sister, Abby and my half blood sister, Mikayla standing together. They were whispering to each other about me and casting the evil eye towards me. Every time that I tried to go up to them and be friendly and say hello, they would slowly walk farther away.
The more I looked at my younger sisters, the more they would change. Mikayla became extremely tall, so much so that she reached the ceiling. Abby's face kept distorting so that eventually she had one blue eye in the middle of her forehead.
While I was sleeping I was in a lucid dream that aliens were trying to contact me and abduct me. They landed in a grassy field in the middle of a night and I could see all of my friends running towards the eerie white light, which was radiating from the craft.
They all had smiles on their faces and were running towards it in join. For some reason, I was not under the spell and I was horrified, so I escaped as fast as I could go. I could still hear their voices in my mind though, the farther I got- trying to entice me back.
A place with rolling green hills spans across the daylight. I find myself sitting in the grass with a few other people, who I do not know in my waking life. I tell them that I can sense there is crystals buried there and begin to intuitively put my hand over the ground and easily grab them out.
The crystals are huge. Most of them are pointed like towers, but a few are small clusters. They are so big, some are too heavy to carry. The people nearby me are looking with amazement and what I am producing.
They go digging in the dirt, and they can't find anything. A few start watching me with astonishment as I continue to gracefully uncover more gigantic amethyst crystals underneath a porch by a house.
Soon, the sky darkens and we move to a river. The water rolls by softly and gently, making a beautiful serene sound. The moonlight shines on the water and all the amethyst as well.
A mountain spans over the skyline and it is covered in snow. In the valley bellow is a green meadow, with long grass and wildflowers. There is a tree that is cut into a table there in the middle, where I walk.
A girl with strawberry blonde hair is there at the wooden alter, and she is blowing up balloons with a helium machine. The balloons are of all different sizes and for many occasions. Crystal colors, glitter and metallics spanning over the natural sunset.
I go up to the girl and she hands me the balloons, with the bottoms tied into ribbon bracelets. I slip them over my arms and have so many, that I begin to fly away slowly and surely until the wind picks up and I am carried into another galaxy.
A driver is driving me in a shiny black SUV with dark tinted windows and we park on a corner street in a city. There are historic shops on the street, like downtown Sacramento.
I open the door and stop in delight because there is a random short red young silky chicken with white, black and blonde fur. It's fur is very shiny and healthy and it seems in good spirits. It is drinking water from a puddle off the sidewalk corner.
I'm in a garden with stone water fountains and green grass. The grass feels very soft underneath my feet and I can feel the ground as if I am standing their barefoot.
The sun is shining very brightly and it hits off of the white stone decorative borders, that surround the courtyard. There are very dark green and waxy ivy plants in large clay vases, which are shaped like cream trophies, placed like chess pieces on a silver checkered tile floor.
I see beautiful peacock birds walking around the gardens. They are very shiny and colorful. They stretch out their feathers and where the spots are is diamonds and jewels. It fills me with a sense of peace and happiness.
A treehouse cabin looms over a river bed, where there is a gigantic garden of pumpkins. They are all perfectly shaped, with no imperfections to be seen. The tops sprout up in curly green vines and the smell in the air is a fresh grass scent.
The color is vibrant, so that they are glowing and fireflies are dancing about them, laying on waterlilies in the water. I walk down from the treehouse to inspect them further.
As soon as I pick them up, they melt in my hands into a perfect smoothie, but without the glass. Like a mushy, squishy firm and soft feeling in my hands. I lick up the pumpkin porridge and it tastes delicious like cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla and sugared pumpkin as sweet as a cookie.
There are people singing songs in really low alto voices, which can barely be heard. All that you can hear is low tones being made and not the words. So, I start humming and then singing in the tones, but up an octave each time, until it is in a very high and beautiful tones.
This demon wanders into my room while I am sleeping. It is wearing a black robe, which covers his skin and eyes as well. He speaks to me telepathically with a very deep voice.
He floats into my closet. At first, he is skinny and frail. Once he gets inside of the closet, he makes really loud banging metal sounds. I look in the room and he is making it into a multi-dimensional space.
It becomes very large and expanded and everything is mirrored and reflected memories, energy and matter. He shows me memories of trauma I had with my family and then after each time, he becomes fatter and wider and his voice is louder until he says that he ate my whole families souls and how easy it was to trick them into hating me.
I asked him why did he do that several times and he said it was by order of God of the most high and then started saying bible verses in a mocking voice, specifically the entries in Job where God sends the devil out as a test.
In a hotel by an ocean, there is a large gathering of people. The sun is setting, so the sky is orange and red. The sound of the waves crashing can be heard.
I am in a hotel room that is done up in red carpeting and rich cherry woods, although it is a small space, it is decorated exquisitely with white ruffled pillow cases, detailed antique lamps and original landscape paintings.
Because the room overlooked the water, there were many people dressed very fancy and of high stature. Even President Trump was staying there.
I talked to all the people in the rooms surrounding mine. Everyone was out and connecting and spreading love towards each other.
I went into one couples room, the lady had supernatural eyes that had three irises that would all shift as the moon was, so that one would glow yellow and mimic the moonlight and they was constantly changing. I told her about my family and all the tragedy.
I had a dog with me, that I used to walk for my friend. Her name is Karma and she is a German Shepard and she was there with me and I was introducing her to them. I took her down all the floors until we got outside to the ocean.
My head was spinning around as I was searching for Paul and I even found him nearby the president and he couldn't see or hear me and the president couldn't hear anyone. It was like he was a hologram and all the people ignored him.
I was living in this house on a really tall plateau. It was not very rocky, but with tan dirt roadways and a lot of lush grass. To get to the house, you would have to drive very far away.
The window is on the right side of the front door, facing out where there is huge glass panes covering most of the walls, so that you can see in every direction. From across this room is a room filled with aquariums.
Ariana Grande, the pop singer pulls up in a shiny black pickup truck and gets out wearing a lavender puffy coat and black boots.She has on a cream sweater dress on with a photo of a spooky Halloween tree on the front and an ocean blue sunset twilight sky.
She holds huge bags of young fish. They are multi-colored and fancy like guppies, gold fish and some koi. She takes off and keeps coming back to bring me more and I fill the aquarium up with them. As some die, I put them into resin blocks with plants and shells to preserve them.
During a lucid dream, I look up from my bed where I am sleeping and feel surprised and spooked. A white lace umbrella is floating around in the room with me. It dances and turns upside down and right side up and jumping high and low.
I used to have a cat that was mostly black and some white on the chin, paws and underneath named Love. I brought her from Montana to California and then she was gone. I had her for years and I was very attached.
Last night I was dreaming of her to the point I started to chase her in my dreams. I could see her face and it was very furry and sweet. It's obvious that her spirit was reaching out to me.
Also, I saw my other cat Birdie from when I was a teenager and she was letting me know she is still there too. The room was like darkness and I couldn't recognize any details except a wooden floor and furniture in a small room with a white candle stick burning.
An apple tree is on a path where I am walking and it is perfectly shaped and manicured so that the top is perfectly round. You can't see the apples on it yet, but the leaves are healthy and vibrant.
A friend is with me, he seems like a boy with blonde hair and a gentle soul. We are walking together when all of a sudden a giant bat flies in front of us and than climbs up the tree.
It is middle of the day so, I assume that he was sleeping and then flew to get away from being startled, but also realize I have one Wish Box that has a bat spirit gaurdian on it and I did a protection prayer over it for my friend's life, should he be in danger it will help him and I think this alludes to that...just as a reminder of positive energy!
My mind is up close to a piano. The keys are very dark colored and loud. The sound is echoing through the halls.
There is a house where everything is connected by a single invisible thread. The thread splits itself into segments and starts twisting together from the bedroom.
I look towards this room to see an invisible man with the tentacle like braid twisting from his head. I kick him as I realize each thread is attached to someone in the house.
He gathers himself back up and the braided tentacles separate and morph into his head and he puts on an invisible top hat and walks away.
There is a long mirror in front of me stretching down on the back of a door in which I am staring at my reflection. I am wearing a white outfit and looking into my brown eyes. In blue ink I have an eye drawn under my left eye with eyelashes the same size as it is.
I also go through a wood trunk in the room which has art in it from other lifetimes. One of the pieces has a black molding substance and from it is made a whole jungle of animals with a lion, birds, wild dogs and trees. It is so beautiful and it is made like a jumbo greeting card.
I woke up out of a lucid dream where I was in another watery place. The bed I was sleeping in took me back to my bedroom, but the veil was still lifted.
A rod was hovering above me, it had come out of the portal, like it was made of water too. It was royal blue with bumps all around and no distinct face or tail. It was wearing a wood border, which moved like the way a capsule around you would, such as a car, boat, or whatever like a shell.
It was studying me from about six feet above my sleeping location. As soon as I saw it then I rushed out of bed to get my camera, but nothing showed on the picture as it vanished quickly.
In my tarantula room I have more spiders than I do in real life. They are in big glass houses and there are very large ones too. The one that I focus in on the most is the giant blue and black one.
I remember the sales guy telling me that it was a fast one when he sold it to me. The thought replayed in my head when I came near to it because it jumped on my hand and than took off running.
It ran so fast that it would run, jump and then stop for an instant and still was faster than I was. I grabbed it a few times, but it quickly escaped each time until it was completely outside and burrowed into some mossy Earth.
There is a boy with dark eyes and hair, suntanned on top of a hay roof. He is trying to get my attention. So, I look at him.
He has one red adult bike on the roof with him and there are twenty different colored ones in front of me, by the house. He is trying to sell me a bike.
I buy the red one and start biking away into the town. The streets are paved with asphalt and there are many houses that I pass with clay walls and hay roofs.
A dance teacher gracefully raises her long slender arms into the air and begins a slow ballet dance. She is showing me the ground before me and the steps that I should be taking to reach the timing of the dance.
It is a feeling of freedom and expression that overcomes me and I focus on the next moves that I am going to take with her guidance forward. It feels more like a spiritual experience rather than a physical one, but the two are in motion and balance together.
Then, after the class, we sit down together and eat a pure white cake with elegant frosting in spiral patterns all through the sides and whole of the rounded patterning. The cake is soft and moist and it tastes so good that I started to sing out loud Avril Lavigne's music.
My spider Tinsel is walking about her home and watching over me. I crouch down because I see a strange looking insect. It is like a cross between a brown beetle and a dragon fly.
I am scared, but I pick it up by the abdomen and offer it up to the pink-toed tarantula. As I do this, I can feel the negative energy like something bad was coming flow into the bug and be banished as Tinsel quickly eats it up.
After the dream, I feel refreshed as if a soft breeze has blew all throughout my house. I know that was her in the spiritual realm helping me combat a negative force that was in my home.
I found myself walking around at nighttime amognst a city that has large stone fences and brick houses. Lanterns hang overhead on iron black rods, shaping down like moon flowers.
It is Halloween night and there is so many trick or treaters running around town in costumes. I see ghosts, pumpkins, black cats and candy corn flashlights. I see a gray striped cat jump over a fence, so I follow to where it is headed.
There is a house with Halloween flags hanging on the outside. They hang all around the door and I walk up the steps and talk to the owner. There is no need to knock because it is already open and a light is coming through.
A soft breeze is blowing on me the whole time while I am dreaming. My hair is flowing effortlessly in the air. It is a dreamy and picturesque scene.
Gentle flowers dance in the meadows between grassy hills, mounds of insects explore them too. I am at so much peace and I am feeling the orange sun glowing softly on me and fiiling me with light.
I am painting with silver, black and white on large paper canvases and they are all coming out perfect. It is energy written in no particular design and structure, but invokes a feeling of a daydream with it's tranquility.
Then, Paul comes driving up a dirt and gravel road and starts speaking very fast as if he is feeling in a hurry. He says to me he needs me to sell all the paintings to make money and I feel a disappointment in him for ruining the moment and the sanctuary.
I go in my pocket and grab handfuls of cash and reach them out like they are for him, but instead I hold my arm up in the air and watch the wind blow it away and see Paul's face which looks horrified.