Turquoise Dreams

5.12.14

Last night bed around 10pm - 6:40am

I got up, went on DV for a bit, then went WILDing at 7:10am. Got nice and relaxed within 5 min. I realized, that I'm not focusing on my closed eyelids anymore, and maybe thats why I'm not getting any more HH and dreamlets that I enter to be in LD. So I did that and was getting some flashes of images. My cats were still moving around, so I thought I just go to sleep and hope for a DILD. Turned to my side and fell asleep.

DR:

This was very long and very detailed. First ghost dream in which I was not scared. Later in the dream I applied some knowledge that I have learned as a lucid dreamer, about incorporeal beings, how it's normal, nothing strange or to be affraid off.

I'm at home in moms bedroom. As I leave the room, the TV turns on. I shut it off and as I walk to the kitchen, the TV on the kitchen dinning room table turns on. I grabbed my keys and I was outta there. I don't like messing with ghosts.

I went to the caffee and I'm having my coffee, thinking that I'll stay there all day, till someone else comes home. My dad comes and I tell him to ask the barista to make him a coffee from bottle of instant one I brought. But I forgot the bottle, so he orders coffee and sandwich. I want to pay for it, but he says he has money.

I tell my brother or mom or both about the ghost, and they reluctantlyadmit to me, that "she" is there for 3 years now. They just didn't wanna tell me. And I'm like, wow, so it's true, everytime I felt a presence, or hair on the back of my neck stood up, ... it was all true.

Now we are at home. Me, my brother, uncle and auntie from apartment below us, and I think my mom.

As we are talking and visiting with family, things start to happen. Flowers in a vase start to move. Courtains, flower petals in 3 low vases are swirling, even changing colors. We always just quietly point at it to each other. She also makes some arraingement with flowers in a circle and a baby bottle standing up in the middle of it.

I finally say very nicely "could you please not do it anymore". But by now I wanted to help her, but I also know, that you should never ask a ghost how you can help.

My brother picks up a small plate with some dressing on it, and he shows me that "she" wrote in it. It says "I love" and we put it down so she can finish writing it. But then I notice that there is something else written there and I send my brother to get his camera to take a few pictures, so we can enhance and read it. My oncle gets the plate and he wants to eat the dressing and I tell him "are you nuts, ghost just played with it and you wanna eat it?"

Now she is writing lot more in other places too. I get a pen and paper and I'm copying it. We learn that her name is Maria and she died of cancer. She used to frequent italian forum. She writes down the whole web address. http//[italian sounding name ending in *oni* or *ini*], [second name berlusconi or berluscini] plus some .edu and something else or similar.

She also tells us a name of people she would love to send message to on this forum, to let them know, what happened to her.

Some if the information she is giving us is now by her voice talking to us. There is a paper bag on the table and it inflated itself. The voice coming out if it faintly says "listen". I hear it, but nobody else does. So I tell everybody in the room to "listen". "She" repeats it a few times and now everybody is quiet and we can hear her.

As she is talking from the paper bag, the bag is moving, rolling a bit on the table and it comes to the edge. I pick it up so it doesn't fall down and to my surprise, the bag is heavy. I feel like there is a person's soul inside. (I remembered in a dream reading about it in WL if soul exists. They weighed a dying person and then again at the moment of death. Body did lose some wight at the moment of death)

So now I'm holding the bag with this persons soul that is talking to us, and now I'm sobbing. I started when writing the web address down. It really took me, how is this person trying to get in touch with people from her beloved forum.

I want my brother to experience the weight of the empty bag, so I hand him the talking paper bag and tell him it's heavy.