On May 8th I wrote about four non-visual dreams that I had had back in April. It was such a strange feeling to have the sensation of someone or some “thing” or entity entering my body. The feeling was so strong that it felt as though I were awake. And to continue to have that sensation as I woke up and even hours later was so amazing. I didn’t want it to end. I was waking up with a smile even without the tingly electricity that had invaded my body. Just thinking about it made me happy.
However. I felt like there was something missing. I wanted more. Don’t we usually? I’m a very feeling person, but I wanted to see a visual of my dream. What that would look like, I didn’t know. At first I wanted to know if I was correct in who I thought the person I had sensed was. My belief is that it was Divine intervention of a subtle kind. It was just a taste of what was to come next.
At the time of this next dream, I was no longer having any more of the non-visual dreams (or whatever they were). And I missed having them. I wanted that electric tingly sensation back. While I had accepted that that was probably not going to happen I still wanted to see where or who the feelings were coming from.
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I was in a small room. It was pretty dark, but there was a dim light coming from somewhere. I couldn’t tell where exactly, though. I was standing by a wall. Waiting, but not knowing for what purpose or who I was waiting for until the time came.
After a few minutes or so, a person wearing dark clothing walked towards me coming from out of the darkness. As soon as I saw him, I knew who he was and why I had been waiting for him. I had a question to ask him about a book he had written. At first there was nothing in my hand. Although I didn’t feel nervous, I couldn’t remember the name of the book and I kept fumbling with my words while describing it to him. But the words just wouldn’t come out. And he didn’t speak. Not one word.
I looked down at my hands and there was the book. I started to ask the question, but suddenly I was standing on the other side of the room beside a table, empty-handed. A little quantum leap.
I was looking at him, and the next thing I knew he was quickly walking towards me, which was only a few short steps. Fear set in and my heart began racing when he gently yet firmly grabbed me with his right arm wrapping it around me and grunting a little as he pulled me close to him with an intensity and a stern facial expression that made me shiver inside. You know the saying, “If looks could kill”?
I didn’t know what he was going to do to me, but even with the fear, there was a calmness deep inside of me that was strong enough to sense that he wasn’t there to harm me. I sensed that the seriousness on his face was because he was there for a very important reason and my attention was imperative. The fear had diminished from my heart racing to a few butterflies in my stomach, but I didn’t say or do anything to stop him.
All I could see in the room was the table beside me and this man holding me so close there was barely any space between us. Once we were almost nose to nose, the intense look on his face softened somewhat. He put his left arm around me as he brought his right arm from behind me. He took his glasses off and put them down on something behind him that I couldn’t see.
During this entire time while he was holding me, he never once took his eyes off of me and he was void of words. All he did was grunt a couple of times. Just little grunts. I was still nervous, but I wasn’t freaked out. Not yet, anyway.
Once the glasses were down, he once again wrapped his right arm around my back. He pulled me even closer than before so that there was no longer any space between us as we stood there with our foreheads touching, staring into each others eyes.
Although he still didn’t speak to me, I sensed that he wanted me to look deeply into his left eye with my right eye. No longer nervous, I began to focus on it as he wished.
For the next what seemed to be 10 or 15 minutes, we stared into each other’s eye, his left eye, my right eye, standing as we had been. His right arm around me, holding me gently and firmly by my back, our foreheads and noses still touching.
It was difficult for me not to blink at times, but I was able to maintain my laser-eye focus without them getting watery. A little uncomfortable, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I was in the eye zone.
At some point I sensed that he was urging me to look even deeper into his eye. The nervousness returned for just a brief moment. I thought I was looking as much as possible, but suddenly his eye seemed to be getting lighter and lighter in color. The deeper I looked into his eye, the lighter it became. It went from the rich dark brown that got lighter until the color changed to a light blue and then to white with just a speck of blue left.
At the same time that his eye was getting lighter, I sensed an energy begin to fill me up and at the same time I became more relaxed. I felt the same electric tingles run through my entire body as what happened before in those non-visual dreams. As I relaxed, I began to lean back a little on his arm which he hadn’t moved since he began holding me.
It was a strange feeling to have this man holding me so close to him while we stared into each other’s eye and he seemed to be breathing energy into me through his eye. It’s not that I could feel air flowing into my eye, but rather a strong energy that penetrated it and flowed through my body from head to toe, which also gave me the feeling of sexual energy. Him being that close to me made those feelings even stronger. I didn’t feel good about that. I felt guilty because I knew that he was married and having those desires felt wrong to me. I no longer feel that way, though. I have a better understanding of it now.
Those electric tingles along with the sexual energy lasted for about five minutes. Maybe a little more than that. Afterwards, for reasons that are unclear to me, I got nervous once again and I began to hyperventilate. I didn’t get dizzy, though. I woke up hyperventilating, taking three short, deep, quick breaths while lying on my bed that morning.
Although there were times when I was afraid in the dream, for me, it was the sweetest dream I’ve ever had. It took me awhile to write about my dream for many reasons. One reason was because I felt I had some learning and understanding to do. I’m glad I waited.
I will share more about what happened that day after I woke up and up until now. For me, that dream marked a new beginning. It wasn’t just a dream. It was divine.:)
