08-31-2007, 12:00 AM
Quote:After finding the intruder in your dreams you can stop the dream and ask it to take you where it comes from. The intruder is compelled to take your awareness to other worlds. Stupendous worlds, a twin universe. The Dreamer then becomes a reconnoiter, a scout himself. The twin universe is alive, it's a world of awareness.
About three nights ago I had this dream where I met a man who was another awareness, or a fellow dreamer, not sure. But he was a stalker and his intent was masked-maliciousness. He got right up in my face, his face somewhat chubby, black hair cut just above his ears, palish skin and a big cheesy smile. He reminded me of a used car salesman.
I knew at that moment I was dreaming and this time I intended to find out where my dreaming body was. I looked right at him and asked him a leading question, as if I didn't know I was dreaming and was just asking directions to "his town". "Where exactly are we"..or words to that effect. He stepped back and cocked his head at me a certain way and retorted, "Why don't you tell ME. This is your altenate dream universe."
Instantly I knew he was an expert dreamer, or an inorganic being, not sure which. I knew I had to get out of there but I had no bearings on how to return to my body. In other words I sensed the silver cord to my body was being blocked by him and I was in danger of dying. He tried to hold me there. He started asking me to have sex with him. I pulled away..it felt like thick taffy as I finally broke loose and shot into another dream where I was watching a woman who was me when I am older lecturing people on how sex without love is not only futile but actually damaging to the energy body. I breathed a sigh of relief. I truly feel that if I had consented to have sex with that man, I would not be here typing this today. "There is only hope in new knowledge"
About three nights ago I had this dream where I met a man who was another awareness, or a fellow dreamer, not sure. But he was a stalker and his intent was masked-maliciousness. He got right up in my face, his face somewhat chubby, black hair cut just above his ears, palish skin and a big cheesy smile. He reminded me of a used car salesman.
I knew at that moment I was dreaming and this time I intended to find out where my dreaming body was. I looked right at him and asked him a leading question, as if I didn't know I was dreaming and was just asking directions to "his town". "Where exactly are we"..or words to that effect. He stepped back and cocked his head at me a certain way and retorted, "Why don't you tell ME. This is your altenate dream universe."
Instantly I knew he was an expert dreamer, or an inorganic being, not sure which. I knew I had to get out of there but I had no bearings on how to return to my body. In other words I sensed the silver cord to my body was being blocked by him and I was in danger of dying. He tried to hold me there. He started asking me to have sex with him. I pulled away..it felt like thick taffy as I finally broke loose and shot into another dream where I was watching a woman who was me when I am older lecturing people on how sex without love is not only futile but actually damaging to the energy body. I breathed a sigh of relief. I truly feel that if I had consented to have sex with that man, I would not be here typing this today. "There is only hope in new knowledge"