So last night I had a dream that seemed to last most of the night. Even if I woke up and fell back asleep, the dream would continue. I am writing this dream down because I wholly look at it as a healing dream or as a dream that signifies that I am, on a subconscious level, doing some LONG NEEDED healing. I’m not gonna get into the details of what needed to be healed about me, but know that it is something or things, (Dan) rather, that I have wanted to fix for a long time, AND they were those kinds of things that were STUCK. And I can confidently say WERE as in the past tense because I firmly believe that these dreams I have been having lately with the culmination of this last one (not describing them all in this post but just the series from last night) are the beginning for sure of the healing process I have been seeking.
This all started by listening to a flood of positive affirmations and some hypnosis, I THINK. I think the key is, like other positive affirmations and self-hypnosis is actually listening to the suggestions that your mind gives you soon after or even during the sessions. By the way, I was trying the FREE stuff on here. Good stuff imo. Yes, I have done LOTS of self-hypno in the past as well as affirmations but I am saying that the CHANGE started to happen with the audios from this site specifically.
You British fucks can benefit because she’s right by you so you might even be able to set up something live with her. Her name is Jessica Robbins. I’m not sure how I found her but I did. Google, yes, I just don’t remember specifically what I was searching for or if she was top listed or I dug a little, which I am apt to do.
Well after some particular sessions I think I was getting the suggestion to go try and seek out a professional Hypnotherapist. So I did. I went with the same amount of skepticism as I always do with many things. But at the same time I went with an open mind. In other words I wasn’t just going to go in all, “I know this will work” and not question anything, but instead I would go in and let her prove she knew her shit and could make it work.
So I went for like 3 sessions. And I gotta say I started noticing my dreams changed. Instead of rambling on about what she did or what I think, or whatever I think the dream is why I’m writing this so let’s just get to that, but I will say if you are stuck on a particular issue or whatever, in your life, seek out a good physiotherapist near you and get to work.
So I just remember being stuck in old Soviet Russia, you know when the Berlin Wall was still up and they had that shit locked up tighter than an oyster. Or if there is some other country in the world these days that once you’re in you’re in and once you’re out you’re out – that kind of place. But I was an American so, no worries. I was with some Russian dude that was trying to defect though, and I THINK I might have been trying to help him. Somehow something happened and things got fucked. He ended up having American Citizenship and I somehow got my papers fucked up so that I was stuck as a Russian Citizen and could not leave. (i.e. TRAPPED – I.e. my repeating challenges that I seemed STUCK with in my life – if I was a dream seer and had to translate, that is.)
So I started trying to figure out how to escape. I ended up meeting some Americans, I THINK, who had this GIANT train. I told them my predicament and they said I could hide on their train and we could leave the county and go to America on the train. Apparently in Dream World the Ocean separating those places is irrelevant. Fine with me. So I jumped in, and I just remember all this cool shit, that, unfortunately blurred here. But at one point I remember we were coming to the border and were about to be searched. According to the train people, the train was so large that they could never search the whole thing and if I just hid I would most likely be overlooked. So I tried hiding.
Now at this point I woke up. Then I went to the bathroom and fell back asleep. Here’s the thing. So somehow when I re-entered dream world I either did something to get off the train or I was OFF the train, and it was leaving. I tried getting in my car, that happened to be there, to chase it, and I even tried willing myself back on the train but nothing. Here’s the thing, though. One of the guys on the train gave me his number earlier so I texted him what happened. I don’t remember if I got a response or not but the idea basically was, “There’s no way in this car I am going to catch that train.”
But I DID find myself on another train. And that was cool with me. I was still trying to escape. I asked someone where the train was going, and the person told me “Southeast Asia.” I was like, “Ahh FUCK!” Seriously? But then quickly my REAL LIFE Ideal took over and I thought, “Go with whatever path life takes you on. Flow. Be in the moment.”
So I did just that, and I was chilling on the train on my laptop. Soon we come to a stop, and apparently the train was going to be there a couple minutes, so I got off the train and took a look around. And it was Beautiful. I was on like a Tropical, type place, very nice, very island-ee, I remember carvings of like totems or cigar store indians and wooden signs. Oh, it was a village. Blue skies, palm trees, near the ocean – just what I like…😉
The train announced that is was leaving. I was off the train and my laptop was still ON the train. Choices – leave the laptop (essentially cut myself off from the world I know) and stay or go grab the laptop, risk that the door would close and I would be stuck on the train and not be able to experience or explore this current destination.
I decided to leave the laptop and explore. Soon, as I was looking around this captivating village, I came across a little hut. I remember reading the sign and it was the hut belonging to a demonologist I had heard about in Dream World before, I think on dreamworld TV. It was like this old man, very Witch Doctor style. The fact that he wasn’t really catholic or Christian both intrigued me, as a believer in God, or more appropriately the “Great Spirit” or Creator, but also made me a little skeptical because he was casting out people’s demons as a NON traditional, catholic or Christian. This is a long story about why I think that, so I will just summarize by saying, part of me thinks that God is of Christianity, or even more so Judiasm, but a bigger part of me says that God is much older and has different Aspects he has send down through the ages, to different cultures etc to represent himself. I really think scenario B is more likely, but that Jesus was the most RECENT incarnation on this planet, not the ONLY incarnation or aspect that God has used when visiting the earth to do some massive healing or enlightening work.
Similar to this but not as ornate and fancy, more just dull, lead, gray, with some designs in it. Not as shiny.
So into the hut I go. I seek the council of the demonologist to see if I do have a demon that was harassing me. I walk in a dark room, and the old man stands behind a desk with some fetishes and artifacts on it, all very simple, and there’s another table in front of me with a small, round ashtray looking thing on it. It was dark gray, metallic, had 3 grooves in it like an ash tray would. And off to his right, my left, was another man with dark hair, gray speckled, just wearing a gray shirt and looking unremarkable in appearance. I assumed it was his assistant.
I think the first thing I remember when I walked closer to that table with the ashtray is the overwhelming desire to embrace how I felt, or perhaps how it made me feel, even if I felt like it was me doing it, not some other force controlling me. But perhaps that’s how this shit works. I walked up, saw the table with the “ashtray looking object” and became enraged. I shouted at the man, “What are you going to do now??” and other threatening proclamations as I violently Flipped the table forward towards him as hard as I could, maybe even throwing it and hitting him.
He was gone. I don’t know if he left or just disappeared but he was gone. The room was still there and his assistant was still there, sitting calmly as if nothing was amiss. I just remember him saying calming words to me as I started floating near the second table and the assistant. Then he reached out and hugged me, and said he understood, and asked if I really wanted to be free of the demon I had.
I said I hated it, I didn’t want it there anymore except for maybe, I always liked the floating part (I fly and float a lot in my dreams and I fucking LOVE it.) He hugged me some more, in a very caring way, this unremarkable man, and here I was thinking that what I did would be shocking to them. But where was the old man, the Demonologist? Soon I saw him hobbling back into the room on one crutch. I must have injured him, I thought but still turned my attention to him. I can’t remember at this point whether I was enraged or threatening him again or if I was just talking to him or whatever, but what I do know is as I tried to talk, he pointed or tapped me on the mouth (maybe with his cane or his crutch or hands, I can’t recall) and I felt a quick SNAP in my whole being and out of my mouth flew this Large, red/orange flaming skull type looking thing that screamed as it retreated off into somewhere. I remember the old man chasing it, and I remember chasing the old man but I couldn’t keep up and they both were gone. And then I woke up.
And I feel today, that, perhaps, I did release some evil shit from me last night. That indeed some healers came. Maybe it was on a subconscious level, or maybe it was dreamworld spirits, or maybe a little of both. But all I can say is I feel absolutely hopeful now that I am going to be able to conquer and heal from some shit that has been bothering me for a long time…