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I have had this “dream” many many times. I go to this place - the only way to describe it is a blank space filled with people… like a party. There are no walls or decorations, but there are lots of people. Some are in groups talking, some are passed out on couches. In the “dream” I am aware that I am “dreaming” and feel like this is a jumping off point to other dreams or dimensions…. sometimes I see family and friends there, but there are no feelings associated with them being loved ones - it is very neutral.
So the first part of this post is - does anyone else have this experience and what are your thoughts on this space?
So, the other night I go to this “astral airport” , as I've come to think of it, and I jump off into this business where I supposedly work. The whole time I am in the dream, I am aware that my physical self is sleeping and that I am in a dream. It is a building with 3 or 4 stories, I am on the first floor and people in the business appear to be trying to evacuate, but they are hiding from other people that are roaming the building. These other people look like people, but they are blank… they feeling soul-less, or zombie like. They are trying to find out if the “real people” know about the space craft buried underneath the building. After I hear this I remember that I know of this craft and I know that it puts off an energy that cause you to remember that you are physically immortal. That your cells never degenerate and just by remembering this cause the immortality.
I guess my remembering this information sends out a vibe these beings sense and they pull me into a room to be interrogated. They are very governmental. They ask me a million questions about my past relationships… 2 in particular. They are confused by my lack of guilt about the relationships ending and I guess they don't like they pass me off to another interrogator - this one is a demon - with burnt skin and four horns and jagged decaying teeth and extra long fingers with 2 inch black talons. She questions me more about the relationships, then about the buried spacecrafts and what I know. It was weird, because as scary as she was, I wasn't scared.
Somehow I sneak out of the building. Try to drive away and end up “flying” out of the dream and back into my body. I was not scared when I woke up - but as I sat deciphering the experience there was a loud “pop” in the room, like a spirit or entity was leaving.
Hmmmmmmmm…. any interpretations???
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