Multiverse

Wake up

It’s really a disadvantage having an unconscious dream when those in the dream are lucid.

I have always been an early riser regardless of a workday or time off. I have a knack for being punctual, which sometimes places my wife and I at odds. She is a firm believer of being fashionably late. One  fear of mine is being late for work, which has happened once, maybe twice in the past ten years. Due to the distance, I drive one way to work; I give myself plenty of leeway. Most times I arrive an hour or more early so, I place my seat back and get in some meditation time. On a lot of these occasions, I have some pretty interesting dreams and/or out-of-body experiences, this was one of those mornings.

Thursday, January 9, 2014; (Unconscious dreaming)
I was driving through an unfamiliar town in the left lane of a three-lane street. The light ahead was red and there were at least a dozen cars in my lane but none in the right two lanes. I put on my blinker and got into the center lane. Just then a company van that had been ahead of me in the left lane, switched to the middle lane, cutting me off.

I blew my horn and went into the far-right lane. A car further up in the far left lane pulled out and in front of the van. The van pulled into the right lane cutting me off once again but this time nearly hitting me. We stopped for the light, the van in front and me behind. I went to get the information from the van logo on the back when the light changed, and the van sped ahead.

I wanted to catch up with it, but my car began to stall through the light. I pushed the pedal to the floor which caused it to sputter and jerk. After only a couple of seconds, the car lurched ahead. As I made it through the intersection, the van made a left turn into the driveway of a heating and cooling company. When I got out, I noticed that the driver had just stepped into the front office of the building.

A sign on the door said the office was closed over the weekend. I began writing down the information from the van when the driver came back out pushing a bicycle. The driver was a young woman in her early twenties. I informed her that she had cut me off twice back at the light, and I was going to contact her employer first thing Monday morning. She shrugged her shoulders and continued walking past me and down the driveway onto a circular sidewalk.

I yelled over to her, “You don’t care that your employer may reprimand you?”

No, nothing will happen,” she said.

Why’s that?” I asked as I was still writing down the information.

Because you’re dreaming,” she responded.

I looked up from my note pad over to the girl. She was standing facing me holding up her bike when she screamed,

WAKE UP!!!” Which startled me, causing me to wake back up in my car.

Point of Origin

There is some repetition in my editorials; this is due to the many new visitors I receive daily. I do not want to misrepresent myself by the way I describe  my dreams. Although some of my dreams have deep conversations, my memory is not to the point of recalling each and every word. It would be easier just to write the general idea of the dialog but that would leave out the emotional reactions and some really great discussions. For the most part the conversations you read are 90-95 % accurate.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012; (Unconscious dreaming)

Dreamed I was drifting in space. Whether in a ship or floating with just my body, I do not recall. I do remember the bright stars of many colors and the blackness of space that could be seen between them. One star in the center of my view got brighter. The surrounding stars did not move, giving my brain the information that I was approaching the object. Even as it filled the sky, I could not make out the shape. If I thought of it as square, then it seemed wrong. If I thought of the object as a circle or ball, that seemed wrong also. One thing I am sure of is that it was silver, bright and large like an amphitheater or coliseum.

As I neared the object I could not see any ports or entry points. I want to say that I do recall some form of lines running horizontally to my view, over its surface but I can not be sure. My course was straight at the object and just as I had tensed up waiting for an impact, I found myself inside a narrow hallway. Somehow I knew that I was inside the object and that I was safe. There was normal gravity and air with no traces of smells.

The hallway was dark but for an intense light that was reflecting a short distance away at the end. I proceeded to the end of the hall. The hallway opened into a large chamber, how large I could not tell due to the darkness beyond the light. I stepped into the chamber and saw the light hovering inches above the floor. The light, an intense red, was about 60-70 feet in diameter and made up of dozens, of thread like beams of light sprouting from a center point. As I walked over to the light I passed a dark haired woman going the opposite way. I said hello to her but she passed as if never noticing me. I turned in the direction she had passed but she was gone; even the hall I had just come through had been replaced by a dull gray wall.

The surrounding walls that made up the chamber, were placed together like an octagon puzzle. The intense light that was the focal point of the chamber did not reflect off the walls.  The redness was that of an LED that had been stretched out some 25-30 feet. The light did nothing to push back the shade-like darkness along the walls.. As if looking at a noon sun on a television, I could stare directly into each thread without squinting. Approaching the light, I saw other people walking around, none seemed to pay me or the light any attention. They all seem to be coming and going in different directions. I did notice openings in the walls as they entered the chamber but but the openings quickly closed in a shrinking fashion until only the solid wall remained.

I came up to the light, stopping within inches of the thread-like beams that made it up. All the threads were evenly spaced and protruded from a single point in the middle. This middle point did not shine any brighter nor thickened with the merger of all the threads but looked to continue down as if looking at the center from many miles away. Perhaps they did not meet at all but only looked as if they did. From the corner of my eyes I saw two people, a man and woman approaching.

Excuse me,” I asked the couple as they went by “can you tell me were I am?” they paid me no mind and continued past. I wondered if they knew I was even there. Perhaps only certain people could see or hear each other so I shouted out;

Can anyone here tell me where I am?”

Almost instantly I heard, “You will have to be more direct.” I looked all about,  for I had no idea where the voice had come from.

Where are you?” I asked.

Here,” it spoke. I turned to look in the direction of the light.

Where?”

Here,” it repeated but this time one of the threads brightened briefly more than the others.
I stepped up to the end of the thread which was only an inch or two higher then my eyes.
“Are you communicating through this?” I asked.

No, this is who we are.”

A being,” I stated.

Yes, this is our form here.”

In this chamber?” I asked.

Yes, and in this dimension. Here, we are pure energy but take on different forms in each dimension.”

Where are the others?” I asked.

What others?”

You keep saying, “we” but I only see one of you.”

What you see are the sum of us,” the thread communicated.

Each thread of light is an individual.”

Yes, but the correct term would be ‘Ligature’..”

I knew very little of the word except the term meant link or binding if I recalled correctly. A man passed near us and once again paid me nor the Ligature or Ligatures any mind.

Who are the people around us?” I asked.

Energy patterns. Along with dimensions and universes we explore time lines. In certain places we can not transverse time, so chambers like this one, house the energy patterns of the beings we study through their times.”

So why can I see you but they can’t?”

You are here. A product of your own will.”

So you are studying humans here,” I stated.

Something like that. We come here often to keep a connection with our ancestors.”

Ancestors?” I said with a shock. “You were human at one time?”

We still are, but evolved from our physical form as we mentioned.”

When?”

Soon after your time.”

My time? What year is this?”

It’s what you call the year 6232. Within your millennium, many humans evolved from your form of human.”

So this is all that’s left of the human race.” I said.

No. Over the millenniums, humans have taken on many forms. A few still resemble the ones of your century.”

Where do you live now if you’re traveling through the multi-verse?” I asked waving my hand to acknowledge the group of lights.”

Here.” The center or point where they all seemed connected lit briefly, as a small twinkle. “This,” it continued, “is our point of origin.”

But where is that?” I asked. “In the past or in another dimension?”

It is not a time or place but is where they started.”

Are we talking this universe or just everything?”

Yes.” It responded then added, “It is time for you to leave.”

But I want to learn more.” I said.

Good,” it spoke. “Go there.”

The single Ligature stretched out in a blink, almost touching one of the many walls that made up the place. I looked at the place it had reached out to. It was if not near the point I had come out into the chamber from. I looked back to the light.

There’s nothing there,” I said.

There is,” it said. “It is your point of origin. Go there.”

I walked over to the section of the wall that the Ligature had reached out to. I stopped just inches from the surface and looked it over. I placed my hand out to touch the surface but instead of contacting the wall I awoke.

As far as the name “Ligature”, I actually could not recall the name they had told me; however, recalling that their name was symbolic to “link” or “binding”, Ligature was my best guess.

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