Yesterday at 11:00 in the morning, I watched a movie called, “Stay”. One quote from the movie that I want to share is, “Life is an illusion”. That’s all I’m going to say for now.

Sometime in the afternoon, after the movie was over, I visited the DailyOM web site and because of that quote, when I saw the article called, “Seeing the Illusion – The Secret of Surrender” intuitively I knew I needed to read it. So I opened the page read a few sentences and then I got distracted.

I left the page open for hours without returning to finish reading it until a short time ago. I’ll leave the rest for later.

Goodnight,  good morning, good afternoon. Whatever the case may be for you…enjoy.

P.S. Famous Dreams – Nicholas Flamel

Famous Dreams – Charles Dickens

“Dreams are witnessed in that small theatre of the brain which we keep brightly lighted all night long, after the jets are down, and darkness and sleep reign undisturbed in the remainder of the body. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

~Love~

Diana

(edit) I changed my mind. For now, here’s the link: The Kiss.

*I haven’t found it yet and I have other blogging projects to do.  I’d rather not, but I may end up rewriting it. I still remember the details. Even after 22 years.

*March 27, 2011 – I still haven’t found the original writing of the dream and I still don’t want to rewrite it.

*March 28, 2011 – I finally found it! I had forgotten some details. Like the kiss. It was better than I remembered. I made a discovery over a year ago. Maybe two or perhaps three. It made the dream mean more to me than what it had before. That’s something I want to write about more in depth.

I went through a lot of blog posts from what was my very first blog that I started in March of 2001. That’s what I spent my day with yesterday while looking for the blog post about the dream. Wondering how much different I am now.

I made some blog posts public that were privatized for a long time. I wonder if others will notice a difference between then and now about me or my writing. More open. Less open. Etc.

Speaking of dreams. The spiritual dream which I had last year was in April rather than March. It’s still more than just a dream for me.

With Love,

Diana

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.:)

When I woke up, they hadn’t gone away. And I wondered what had happened to me while I was sleeping because I remember the tingly feeling begin before I woke up.

Just in case you are wondering, no, I didn’t think that I had been abducted by an alien. I did have a crazy thought, though. Because before I went to sleep, there was someone on my mind and while I was sleeping he was still there. In my thoughts while I was having this pictureless dream. Or so I thought.

I eventually dismissed that idea and thought it was a divine presence. But I wasn’t sure if that was it, either. To be honest with you, this is one of the reasons I’m just now writing about it. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. If I should. There I go with caring what others think again.

Sure, some may think I must be a lonely middle-aged woman dreaming up crazy stories for some attention. If that were true, I’d be writing more often because I do have a lot I could say. But I think I’ll keep that stuff for my journal or just keep it to myself without writing it down at all.

I had four dreams like that throughout the two week period. I’d go to sleep and after what seemed to be about 10 minutes, I’d get this sensation over me of someone entering my body. I’d feel tingles throughout my entire body and because of that, I’d also be aroused. The tingles were…everywhere. Sexual energy. That’s how it felt. But somehow I knew it wasn’t about sex.

But it felt like I was in a dream without being able to see myself. Not because of the darkness. But because of the sense of nothingness. Except the feelings I experienced: Of being there and having these sensations. If that doesn’t make sense to you, don’t worry. It doesn’t make sense to me, either. In my head it does, but getting it out of my head makes it seem all so confusing. And yet it’s not.

I sensed a spiritual phenomenon had just occurred. With my body and more importantly, with my soul. Every time it happened, I’d wake up with it still there and I couldn’t help but smile.

At the time I did wish that it was the soul (essence) of the man I had been thinking about which is because of a song of his I’d fall asleep to.  But now, I don’t think it was.

I had hoped it would happen again. It was a weird feeling to be walking around with that tingly feeling all day. But dang it felt good! I kept that wish in my heart. I also wished that I would have a dream where I would see something or someone.

By then it didn’t matter if it was him or not. I wanted a visual. I had no clue what I was asing for. Be careful what you wish for. Or not. You just might get it.:)