Crossing a Bridge

I’m not sure how this post is going to go. It’s been a very busy period, and I never like to leave periods like these unrecorded.

The nights have been busy. On Wednesday night (Thursday morning), I’d had the longest running lucid dream I’d ever had; it persisted across three dreams, or spaces. The middle dream was “entered” through consciously asking for a classroom or learning experience, the details of which I let my guides/Higher Self to decide. Out of the transitional grey mists and darkness, I was amused to emerge in a classroom complete with lecturing teacher and students in uniforms. They looked at me, and I immediately apologised for interrupting! (I do that a lot in lucid dreaming, never knowing what I’m getting into!) I was gratified that I could interact meaningfully with them, asking questions, answering questions (there was a round of introductions), and even visiting their school library to be shown historical texts and artifacts so I could somehow figure out where I was. (I couldn’t anyway. The history as I understood is was a bit alien to me. I said maybe theirs was a parallel universe.) My companions were mostly young girls and wonderful company, and I decided to bid them goodbye consciously while I still could, instead of “wandering off” back out of lucidity or even getting woken up (both of which happen a lot). They sweetly asked if I would ever return, and I replied honestly that I didn’t know how to do that yet, I’d never been twice to the same place while lucid dreaming. When the goodbyes were done, one mischievous girl shouted at me: “AWAKE!” I was sucked backwards, but so tickled by her cheek that I was laughing, waving and blowing kisses as I went. I did not awake, but was still lucid (another first!) and back in a place I do dream of a lot. I call it “Harry Potter World”–a mostly-safe campus environment with wobbly rules of reality. There, I discovered I could not turn myself into a bird nor change my size (another new discovery), and disturbed several beings by flying around their heads. I apologised some more (for being lucid, flying and awkward), then settled onto a bookshelf where I helped a young man with his homework before finally waking up. In the past month I’d also flown in lucid dreams so often that I dreamed that I was teaching other dreamers to fly. In March, I’d managed to squeeze six lucid dreams into two weeks. (Yesterday I found a page of lucid dream challenges that I’m going to look at more closely.)

Thursday was also the day I started a vegan diet, that was downgraded from a three-day fast (I just cannot manage that, as my health takes a drastic plunge without food: I get allergies, fatigue, and an extremely short temper–highly dangerous territory for a mum). I originally wanted to try no-carb too, but caved in and allowed a bit of rice and potatoes  for three meals. Still, my meals were on the whole, enjoyable. This was all for a meditation on Sunday (yesterday) facilitated by Jasmine Miller, which turned out to be a–dundundun–energetic death and rebirth ceremony, everything my dreams had been not-so-subtly pointing me toward for almost two weeks. (Honestly, I feel like I’ve been nagged, yet I am so grateful.)

And my Sunday night again turned out interesting. A room cleansing was performed in my sleep (it may be surprising how often this happens in my sleep/dreams) followed by a dream re-visiting some exes, followed by one where I was in a mixed urban and natural landscape. And my eye was immediately drawn to two beautiful mountains with extremely gentle slopes, their peaks lost in the clouds. To reach the top of the closer mountain, a graceful arching bridge crossed–no, flew–high over a calm river of the most beautiful turquoise contrasting with white limestone banks.  I eagerly walked over the bridge, joining others on it who seemed to be mostly seniors. There were traffic lights for the pedestrians on the bridge (strange!) but they were all green when I reached them. I admired the river flowing beneath, and soon I reached the mountainside. It looked mostly like an easy climb, but I was attracted by some food stalls a little down the hill (whoops) and thought I’d get some food before leisurely hiking to the top. I didn’t reach the top of the mountain in the dream (but it’d looked like such a sure thing, with the top being so close) and I have to laugh at all the online dream interpretations that this means CERTAIN FAILURE in my future. As far as I’m concerned, I crossed a bridge (all the lights were green!), loved the landscape, and was fully enjoying everything at my own pace, including looking out for sustenance. Everything I needed was within reach, including natural beauty, and my family (just a call away!).

That was last night. This morning, a tab I’d had opened for two days finally had my attention, and I was gratified to read this passage, from Suzanne Spooner, blogging about a QHHT client channeling the Elohim:

(He wants to know what he does in his sleep, is he busier in his sleep stare than is waking state): Some souls are, some are people that don’t go places in their sleep state. There are people that have the soul energy but don’t have self-realized souls. […] By bringing up the frequency, it brings more of their soul into them.

I’m going to have to find out what a “self-realised” soul is, but I definitely know what it feels like to be busier and going to more places during sleep than while awake! Even if it’s only my subconscious speaking, it is gratifying to know that a bridge has been definitely crossed, and the climb ahead is achievable–once I get over my obsession with food, perhaps? (My dream might possibly have been clouded by my missing certain foods after being vegan for three days, because in the dream, I was chowing down on chicken curry. Speaking of which, I wouldn’t mind having some right now.)

Hope anyone reading this had a great Easter!