Friday, January 3, 2014

The Marathon Runners

I am a dreamer.  I dream every night.  Some dreams are blah, boring, and ordinary.  Other times I have dreams that are so incredible I try to relive them in my head for weeks after.  And no matter what type of dreams I have I always remember them with such vivid memory that I feel like I experienced them when awake.  There is one type of dream that I view as most valuable: my lucid dreams.

I have lucid dreams fairly often.  When I have those dreams I am typically given a message, shown something important, or see the dead.  I feel like I am half conscious and am able to realize that I am in dream state.  I am able to somewhat control my actions and feel very in control mentally.  I sometimes believe that when I am in this state of consciousness I am really traveling on an astral plane (also known as astral projection).

I plan on documenting the more spectacular dreams on this blog in the future so I have something to look back on for memory and to also share them with you.

Last week I had one of those extraordinary dreams.  I remember going to sleep and once I began dreaming I walked through a concrete door out into the sunshine.  I was standing on a road with beautiful green grass on either side.  I knew immediately that I was completely lucid.  I also knew something was about to happen.

Sure enough I heard footsteps coming towards me.  I turned to my left and found a man falling at my feet.  He was in a running uniform like the people wear in marathons.  His clothes were blue, he had the number 24 pinned to his shirt, and he was scratched,quickly bruising, and bleeding.  I stood there with my mouth hanging open, unsure of what to say or do.  Suddenly he began coughing up blood all over the road.  I heard little clanking sounds as his teeth fell from his mouth and hit the pavement.  He gripped my pants and pulled himself up to his knees and stared into my eyes.  He mentally showed me his pain, fear, and what had happened to him.  I knew he was already dead but for some reason kept reliving his death.

Before I had time to react another person came stumbling in front of me.  It was a woman in the same blue uniform, covered in blood and scratches, and tattered clothes.  She began dry heaving and then clumps of her intestines and blood fell to the earth.  I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and listened.  I heard their internal voices crying, begging for help, and pleading for relief.  I didn't know what to do.

I placed my hands on both of them and prayed for others better equipped to handle the situation to appear.  Within seconds three people (a male and two females) rushed to the two people who I knew were hit by a car.  I began to walk down the road away from the blood, death, and despair.  There was nothing left I could do and to be honest the energy floating around the two runners was so thick I was choking on it.  I ran back to the concrete door where I knew I would be taken back to full consciousness.

As I woke up I felt a huge sense of relief.  I felt relief for myself but I also felt the man and woman's relief as they received the help that they needed.  I immediately thanked my guides and great spirit for the gift they gave me.  They showed me the good, the bad, and the ugly.  I saw pain and suffering and death and blood.  I was able to think clearly and ask for help.  In a small way I did my part to help them.  It may not always be rainbows and sunshine but seeing the dead and knowing that they see me is always a blessing and gift that I appreciate every day.

I feel bad that I wasn't personally able to help them but I feel confident that over time when faced with a similar situation I will be able to do more.  That excites me and frightens me all at the same time.

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