Wild night

March 29, 2014

After a lot of work and tests, I am somewhat healthy again. I guess I should re-phrase that: I still have thyroid cancer and an issue with my heart, but by finding the right balance of drugs and supplements over the last seven weeks since this began, I am healthy enough that I don’t have to worry about passing out all the time.

With this new found health, last night was a wild night on the dream and OBE front. I’m not going to take the time to document it all, other than to say that (a) I’ve been listening to a Monroe ’meditation’ recording the last few days, (b) that led to a very interesting evening, where I was often able to stay awake mentally while my body fell asleep, and (c) I had a recurring dream involving two young girls in a basement who I think are dead, and they don’t know it.

Regarding the girls, there has always been one girl in this recurring dream. The dream always starts with me having to go to the bathroom, and I’m walking through this same house, trying to find a bathroom, and a young girl with brown hair is in the house. She’s usually trying to get my attention, and I always say something like, “I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be glad to talk to you or help you when I’m done.”

The big difference last night is that there were two girls who I suspect were twins. The first girl seemed to know my problem and left me alone, but the second girl did not, and followed me as I walked through the house, and became exasperated because I couldn’t find a working toilet. Of course trying to find a bathroom in a dream usually means that I had to go to the bathroom in real life, and so I quickly woke up.

While I was awake I vowed that if at all possible, I would go back and try to help those girls. One thing I haven’t mentioned is that I suggested they use some water for something, and the second girl said they couldn’t do that, the water hurt them. There could be any number of reasons the water hurt them, but I remember a Buddhist story where water is painful to souls that are more or less in hell, and with that thought, I thought that I might need to help these girls.

When I went back to bed I was able to stay awake mentally as my body fell asleep, and was even able to note certain things, such as how heavy my head felt against the pillow, to the point that it almost hurt. But try as I might, I couldn’t get back to talk to the girls. Hopefully I’ll be able to do that in the future, at a time when I don’t have to go to the bathroom.

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