The world as seen through dreams
Dreams in the category Telepathic

Because the previous missing persons for whom I was dreaming has been found, I am trying another case. I incubated for the first time on the night of 15 September 2007 and again on the 16th.
To save emotional strain on families of missing persons involved, I am going to name this project the GVR6. This particular case comes from many years back, so I can't even imagine what the result are going to be.

Uncle

the dream

15 September 2007
Incubate for GVR6
In a butchery. I order meat and watch as the butcher cuts long bones on a band saw. (Not sure what this machine is called, its one of those saws they use in a butchery, in any way) He doesn’t hold the bones down on the cutting surface like he should, he holds them in his high and pushes them against the blade.
I take my bag of meat, but I cannot leave the shop, because the bag must be marked or sealed or something, because it is ‘wildsvleis’ (Meat from a wild animal, very popular in South Africa).
EOD

16 September 2007
GVR6
There is a machine where people pay for parking. Some person (I think female) is trying to get her change from the machine, but she doesn’t get all the change. When I look in the slot where the money must be I see the money, but it is wedged in the bottom, because the slot is very thin. I try to get my hand in there, but the slot is too thin to allow my hand to go in.
Shift.
In a little shop where there are gambling machines. I am gambling at one machine, then move one machine to the left. A young person comes over and tells me the machine to my right always pays out big money. I don’t trust this person, and decide to cash out my gambling machine and leave. The machine pays me out 40 pounds, some in loose change but mostly in 2 pound coins. It is a whole lot of coins, and I keep it in a pocket of the coat I am wearing.
I turn on the youth and become really aggressive towards him, telling him that things will go very badly for him if he tries to follow me. He leaves the shop ahead of me, and after watching him go I turn and leave through the other door of the shop, going into the parking lot at the rear. It is dark outside. There are only a few vehicles parked in the parking lot, and not many people around. I am smoking a cigarette, but when I remember I had quite smoking I only take one more drag from the smoke and then throw it away.
This action triggers lucidity, and suddenly I know I am dreaming.
For a moment I’m at a loss of what I want to do, but I do know I want to fly, so I take a running jump and lift into the air and do a wide turn. Then I remember my task of the GVR6, but as soon as I think about it I wake up.
EOD.

Date: Night of 30 July 2007
I'm trying to incubate a couple of dreams to see if it would be possible to solve crimes using dreams. To make checking facts later easier, I'm only incubating dreams for my area.
I'm going to post a couple of them here on the dream registry as a checkpoint in time. I have to admit though, that the last time I tried something like this the dreams were emotionally stressing, so I don't know how long I'll be able to keep it up. For this dream, the incubation was about a child on the SAPS missing children website.

the dream

30 July 2007
First, I am riding around on my motorbike. There is another person that is riding with me. We land up in a city that looks a lot like Centurion, it is a place with the same type of waterfront. The other person goes into a hotel, while I stay at the waterfront. There are a lot of people. There is a person on a go - ped that comes past, but it’s one of those jobs where the rider still has to do some of the pushing, and he has to do a lot of work to keep going.
Then a person on a off - road bicycle catches my eye. He also has some kind of motor attached to his bike, and it makes a huge racket as he weaves his way through the crowds. I follow the person on the bicycle a short way, and come to a place where an off – road vehicle is parked right in the water, with water up to its bonnet. There is a woman in the vehicle, and she explains to the crowd that the vehicle will keep on going even while in the water because it has a snorkel attached to the air intake. She revves the engine, and it makes a huge noise.
I look at the water. There is a black oily dust on the water, but where the oily dust parts I can see through the water a bit. Then the vehicle in the water is sinking, and water is coming into the air – intake snorkel. The end of the air intake snorkel is silver, or chrome plated. The vehicle sinks right down, going down with the back first, but the woman inside does not seem bothered at all. After a while the vehicle simply drifts back into sight and comes up again.

Shift.
I am in the hotel room where my friend had been. I have a bath and then I sleep for the night, and wake in the morning. In the morning I have a laborious task getting dressed, and I start worrying about the hotel room. My friend didn’t sleep in the room, he slept outside the hotel somewhere. Had we actually booked the room?
First I decide I’m just going to leave the hotel and find my friend and ask him, but then I decide to find out if the room had been paid for. If not, I will pay for the room before leaving.
As I’m sitting on the bed I look into a big mirror on one wall, and there is another man sitting on a second bed that is behind me. I’m a bit surprised to see him sitting there, and I turn around to look at him, but there is nobody on the bed. When I look back at the mirror there is nothing in the mirror either.
The man had sandy colored hair, grown straight almost like a thatched roof, with just about no style. He had a matching moustache. His face wasn’t fat or thin, and I think he was somewhere in his forties.
EOD.

Sunday, July 29th, 2007-I woke up trembling, worried and panicked!

the dream

I was in a building, which looked like a hotel. Some kid was flickering his Cocoa Puffs at this dog that was laying inside a public gray marbled fountain. The dog was eating the cocoa puffs. That means he would die, dogs can't eat chocolate. I never got to see it die. I was well dressed, in a white shirt, black pants and tie. I could smell popcorn, like in a theater. I had walked down by the bar to get a drink and shoot the breeze with the bar tender. For some silly reason, I was doing some levitation type magic trick. I came back down. Then an explosion went off. I remember the hand rails were golden, the floor was a beige marble, the walls and the ceiling gray marble. Everyone was running. I went into the elevator. It went down so fast, I was down stairs in no time. When I got there, I was in the lobby. Saw everyone running up the ramp, towards the outside. I had that fear of when you are falling come over me.

I had this dream on the night of 9/10/2001. The very real feeling of the world ending and the ending of this dream worried me so much I had to tell my wife as we drove to work the next morning. As the tragedies of that day started to unfold I began to make a connection with my dream but still thinking it was just odd and nothing more to worry about. I didn’t believe in the supernatural and I attributed the timing of my dream and the events on 9/11 to be extreme coincidence. But today after several more “unusual” dreams and events I believe the barrier between the present and the future can be circumvented.

the dream

I remember the feeling as if the world was ending – extreme fright and panic as if a nuclear explosion went off. The feeling was vivid and real. I was really feeling as if the world was going to end. There was burning, orange flames and smoke around a city – feels like a big city like New York. I can see tall buildings. Things were on fire. Then there is a shift. I am now falling. I am falling spread eagle from some were very high. I have time to think to my self - I am going to die I am really going to die. I see myself from above now. I impact spread eagle very hard on to the angled part of a boat deck. The boat is a large passenger ferry. It is white.

I do not die! I do not understand but I am too happy to question why. I feel an immense sense of relief as I pick myself up. I am surprised at how little of what just happened is affecting the people on the ferry. Why don’t they wonder why I am not dead? They seem to be ignoring me. I walk toward the stern of the boat and I see my wife in the middle isle between the two rows of bench seats. She is surprised that I am okay. She tells me she was so worried when she saw me falling but I tell her I’m okay now. We are both very emotional and we embrace and kiss each other over and over again in joy. I’m not sure what is going on with everyone else. I think they are all heading toward the front of the boat.

While kissing her head I repeat to my wife and try to reassure her, “it’s okay”, “I’m okay”, “I’ll protect you”, “everything will be okay”. At that moment as I have her in my arms I see two men suddenly appear behind her. They are wearing black leather jackets. One is bald and looks African American while the other is taller and gangly. He is wearing dark glasses. The bald one says to me “no it will not be – you will not be okay”. I am startled awake.

August 24th, 2006

WHAT IF

This dream occured in the year 2000. It was a disaster that happened in America with fatalities.

the dream

This dream seemed so real. The sky was filled with black smoke. Planes hovered overhead our homes, dropping bombs. There was chaos, people screaming and running with no place to go.
Homes were in ruins, and sirens were blasting. At this particular time my brother and I were in my home. I yelled for him to grab a flashlight and blankets while I gathered my medication, purse, and other necessities.
Once we were outside, we wanted to get in my car and flee, but traffic was jammed, and we felt helpless with no place to hide.
I don't know who our enemies were, but I know they were from foreign soil, and my question was when I finally woke up: Our Military is placed in several International Countries. If we can go over there, can't they come over here?
WHAT IF?
Exactly one year later, America experienced 9/11, in New York.

I had this dream somewhere in the morning of Friday June 9th, 2006. I later heard from Laura that she also had had a framed dream this same morning.

the dream

I'm seeing people from a helicopter view. They walk around over a square. Overlaid on the view I see lines connecting the people. They seem to connect with everybody near, but also with some people further away. The connections change as they walk around; lines appear and disappear.

My view has a border or frame aound it, that smoothly blends into the view. The density of lines is much higher in the frame, also changing I think. When I spot the border, I'm even more aware of the dream, but not sure why I'm looking at this.

May 28th, 2006

The Group

Dreamed on 27/28 May. Freaked me out completely. I didn't do any incubation for this dream, and didn't watch much tv yesterday either.

the dream

I am something like a thoughtform drifting on what I perceive to be a planet. It is dark, there is no light yet, no sun or stars.
Then, like the coming together of a few factors, I see the first light appear, as if in the palm of my hand, two filaments of light twisting and turning together, but then immediately it is far off, and it is the first light ever, a dim red sun.
Now I can see I am on a big beach, by an ocean.

Now there are others like me, two others, I think. I now have form, but we are too primitive to communicate. (I perceive myself to be female?) Something is there to teach me. I am told to take a small stone (of about such size that I can close my fist around it). This stone resembles me. The group (myself and the other two) is vulnerable, we are too few. I must pick up another two stones, one for each of the group. I think I can use the stones to communicate. I am the (female) leader energy of the group.
I must pick up another stone. This is for doing special things with, I think it will protect us. I must teach the other two how to use the stones.
I am very old now.
I am shown that I can protect the group by picking up more stones, as if the group is bigger. One of the stones I picked up was actually the shell of a brown garden snail.

The time of the group is over, we must perform the ritual and end ourselves. The group is bigger now, there are about six of us, I think we are all female. Each has two sticks and a piece of string, and we are going to commit group suicide. I am very old now, and very scared. We are standing in a hole in the ground, and inside this hole is a deeper hole, perhaps filled with water, or is it just thick darkness?
Each of us plant one of our sticks in the ground and tie the other stick to it with the string. So one string is horizontal and the other is about vertical. The strings still have a long loose end, and this goes around our necks. I am scared of dying. We all jump at the same time, and for a moment I don’t want to do this anymore. I feel the string (rope?) tightening around my throat, and I make a strange choking sound. Then I am blacking out, and I except death.
The entity on my right does not want me to die, because I was the first, I am the oldest. She pulls me back up to the ledge, and unties the string from my neck.
I am relieved, but furious with her. Death had been so close, within my reach. I call out her name, and call her a bitch.

I have been dreaming of metal framed spaces, which seemed to be a mutual dream with Juhani two nights ago. The metal frame dreams continued into today, and last night's dream may be relevant to the fire at the Istanbul Turkey Airport this morning....

the dream

Dear Juhani:

I continued to dream of metal framing last night, this time in a large room dissected into spaces called A/B/C like a subdividable space. I was flying in the dream and had to place an object onto a metal shelf, in metal casing. The white metal framework was along one wall. I was having trouble flying, as if gravity and I were at odds. I overshot my mark in my flight and had to grab onto a handle on some cabinet type doors to the left of the open metal shelving. There were four shelves at the top of the metal wall. I had to put something onto one of the shelves. Then I saw the wall behind this area being broken through... pink foam was being sprayed. A fire had broken out on the other side of the wall. I was now on foot and ran from the room, wondering why the fire alarm had not been sounded, feeling it a very dangerous situation. I tried to warn some others and ended up in a room with a neighbor who was admiring my boots. Then Shirley Maclaine was here, wondering about some new coats I had just bought. I tried to explain to her what coats I purchased, then noted I was wearing one of them for "everyday use" I explained. The coat was quilted, much like a fire retardent material/fabric is, and in a vivid deep orange color which is a color usually used to designate an emergency....

Well, to make a long story short, I awoke at about 7:00 am EDT from dream. While watching the news around 9:00 am EDT, I learned that a terrible fire broke out at a Turkish airport in Istanbul, in a cargo building.

So, is this merely a coincidence to my fire dream... or is this some case of "dream clairvoyance?" Well, this is always my question, when a dream and reality seem to occur simultaneously...

More food for thought...

XO,

Goshengolly

Following Juhani's train of thought here..... this is a copied post from the IASD Bulletin Board, addressed to Juhani, but to share with all of you...

the dream

Okay, this is getting very exciting. I DID dream of the metal frame theme again last night (but nothing about robes or costumes.) This time the metal frame was represented in my childhood home, my "brother's bedroom." The room was framed in metal, as if a sunroom addition to a home. But then, upon closer examination, the framed metal structure was actually an "addition" built onto the room. It was a small patio that my brother could sit on, and relax on, at the end of the day. But it was strange in that it was made out of white enamel painted metal tubing in an interesting pattern that criss-crossed somewhat for structural stability.

I followed your linked pages on the IASD public bulletin board and found references to new homes made in Canada and Japan out of metal frames. So there-in lies my Psi hit, I believe, to last nights dream (5/22-5/23/2006).... As to the wardrobe pictures, how interesting, and odd...

I also believe I dreamed of a location for future psi research. But I don't think it would be wise for me to disclose this particular dream snippet... Psi Ethics are now entering here.....

Very, very interesting PGames exercise, Harry and Juhani, and to all who are participating....

Goshengolly

Sat 20th/Sun 21st. The task was to incubate a dream about how psi might be used in the future. I was extremely tired & feeling unwell when I went to bed last night, and very upset about a client at work who had frightened and intimidated us, so I didn't have a lot of focus or energy for the task. We were asked to suggest whether we thought our dreams represented an insight into what might be, or just wishful thinking. I don't think this dream is either -- I wouldn't want to see a future where we could influence each others' behavior by putting pressure on them telepathically. I think it was just a dream to comfort myself after a hard day. The WL circumstances are that I saw a Giants baseball game Friday night and Barry Bonds struck out in the 9th. His very next swing, which was the first swing in the game Saturday, he hit the home run that tied him with Babe Ruth for 2nd most career HRs.

the dream

I dreamt I was at a Giants game. I was lying in the grass on a hillside, K was sleeping next to me in a bathtub. Obviously the setting is not realistic. Barry Bonds hit a couple of home runs which I got. I wanted one for K too so I willed him to hit another one our way. He looks around like he's hearing someone call his name, then he looks at me. His eyes are startlingly bright blue or green (they're brown in WL). He hits the ball to me. After the game I talk to him, I think I tell him I'd willed him to hit the ball my way but I don't recall now. He smiles and I think, my god what a lovely smile this guy has, how come I've never noticed that before? He must not smile very often. He was wearing a turtle neck sweater and a midlength wool coat, both in warm golden brown colors. He seemed a bit taller and slimmer than in WL. The feeling of the dream is relaxed and happy.

I dreamt this last night 4/15/2006 without even trying for the precog dream. I then went to Easter dinner tonight only to find out that indeed, our grandchildren are in a ballet next weekend and the main theme is "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star". The actual name of the ballet is Starry Starry Night but they sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star throughout!

LizLynne

the dream

I am discussing ballet with some people unknown to me. I tell them that my husband's grandchildren will be in a ballet soon. They ask me what ballet they will be peforming. I pause for awhile and say, it is Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I then recall someone handing me the most beautiful shiny large blue egg.

RMDreams4/15-16/06: Harry’s Games #3:

Incubated last night, unlike night before with the Dog is Hungry Dream, which was confirmed by events during the day. She was unable to chew her dry dog food and was very hungry indeed. My daughter checked her mouth and found in the back that one tooth may have abscessed for it was bleeding. Doing better now after a soft diet!

the dream

Last night’s dream: BIG CHANGES and SILVER CROSSES

I forget the early part of this long dream but during this part of it, I am to attend a performance of some kind with some members of my family and friends. I am not attired appropriately, because I haven’t had time to get back to where I am living to change. I have a robe or long coat that acts as an outer garment so it’s OK.

I’m seated in a balcony area on the end of a row that can see only a portion of the stage, the outer left side, but when the musician comes on, he does eventually move to the front lip and I can see him. When he enters he has some kind of machine/weapon/instrument that makes a great deal of noise, rousing the crowd but puts it down out of my sight and comes forward wearing rocker kind of clothing, long-sleeved T-shirt with some design or names on it, etc. He’s good and I enjoy the music and lyrics very much.

At an intermission people leave this upper area, and I notice something shining on the floor and see it is coins. As I begin to pick them up, I see more and more, and point them out to others who also pick them up. It seems that this is one of the trademarks of the performer, leaving these souvenirs for the audience. I go down the hallway and see more as do others. Some are very small coins, not US currency, but others are large, silver dollars and mementoes pressed from silver in various shapes and commemorating different events, undoubtedly well-worth collecting. The pockets of my robe are shallow and getting filled, and still I find more coins near where some vendors are set up. I look at their wares but don’t buy anything then, but as I make my way back see they are taking down their tables and buy a pretty cross and chain. I have one on, also silver with intricate links, and when one of the women admires it, I give it to her. Another woman likes the one I purchased and I give that away too. When they protest, I show them the small gold Celtic Cross I always wear, my spiritual link to the Divine worn near my heart. I don’t need the others and they like them, so they are gifts to pass along.

As I make my way down the hall there are more and more silver coins and objects and my hands are so full, I have to try to pull up my robe to contain them.
It wasn’t my cup that overflows, but my hands!

Note: I expect that I will see even more large changes in my personal life since many of them are taking place right now, some that I can’t handle or contain, but if I “keep the faith” and the memories, all will be well. I’ll be able to cope.

The other dream of 4/14-15, much abbreviated: : Death Is the Invader: I am at a hotel where there are those who are dangerous people who are spies or Mafia-types who have killed some people and are hunting down others. In one scene, a child in a swimming pool is attacked by one of the bad guys and held under water. I see that and jump in to the rescue. I am afraid the child has died but its father holds up something that looks like a piece of meat and says it is OK. (Weird!)

Now someone is searching for me and I escape from my room by going to the outside balcony and entering the room next door which is occupied by a man attending a meeting downstairs. (I know this because we bumped into each other in the hallway.) I go into his living room and there are billowing drapes blown by the open windows. I decide I will sleep on the floor for a while under their protection and out of sight of the man hunting me, knowing he will not enter this room, although when the one who does occupy it comes back, he may be chagrined to find me there.

(Death Invades?)