I was lying in bed after about 7 hours of sleep and after some time tossing around I couldn’t get back to sleep. I was maxed out on sleep.
A beam of light came from my right side. I opened my eyes and nothing was there. Ah, it wasn’t from here. I got up, went pee, and lied down again for a minute to go into it.
I’m staring at a computer screen, barely aware of the fact. I’ve been staring at it for a moment. It takes some time to transition. I look around the screen, the keyboard, the desk, and let the details fill out. Looks pretty good. Finally I’m standing there in front of it.
I look around the office. Yep, this isn’t my apartment. I’m definitely out. It’s an interesting design, an office with a door on one side, and a half-wall – rather than a window – facing towards the larger open office area.
I feel very tenuous. This isn’t likely to last long. Oops, there it goes…
I wake up and go into it again.
I’m in a park and instinctively walk through a wall into a public restroom. It’s a very nice one, stone floors and walls, clean. I need to try contacting Rachael. Is anyone else in the bathroom with me? I lower my head to peek under the line of stalls, and I see some huge boots in one of them. So I’m not alone. I’m gonna feel a little weird drawing Rachael’s sigil and making noises with him there (obviously my lucidity is lacking here).
That’s ok, I could do it anyway… Nah, I’ll just get out of here and find some privacy.
I walk through the doorway to the outside, and as I walk through, a tiny young girl goes flying through the air inside the bathroom, right across where I just walked. I turn around and reach out and catch her as she flies by.
She says something unintelligible.
“What?” I ask her. Her body is just hanging over my outstretched right arm.
She mumbles something and then hangs forward limply over my arm.
Whatever. I drop her and turn around to continue my walk.
Before I can do anything, a husky teenage girl comes running and yelling from the cornfield. She runs towards me, reaches out her hands, and I catch her away from my body in my outstretched hands. She’s as annoying as the other one. I throw her to the ground and start to turn on my way, but I lose it…
I wake up and go in again.
I’m in a similarly building as the bathroom, maybe an extension of it. Nice stone walls again.
Ok, I’ve got to just try the sigil here quickly. Every once of these feels like I’m about to slip away. This looks like a nice quiet and stable spot.
I stand in front of the wall and wait for the sigil to pop out at me. Nothing happens.
I get impatient and start drawing it on the wall. I get most of it but forget the lines around the outside. I figure I’m done.
I feel like I’m being watched. But that’s ok. Giggling gleefully, I slam my hand against the face of the sigil to activate it, pouring my emotion into it. Oops, too much. I wake myself up.
Maybe I had too much sleep. I just wasn’t able to stay there.
Man, I still feel like I’m being watched. Not a nice feeling. I lie there a while longer, glancing around my dark apartment. I might as well get up. I don’t like this.
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Nobody bad is watching you.
If you believe, God is always watching, but his judgement is perfect, so don't bother.
What would be your judgement about what you just told?
You're probably right! I had an uneasy feeling when I woke, the old feeling of being scared of the dark and looking at the shapes around me to see if any looked like a person or monster.
During the experience the feeling of being watched felt like just a normal person was there.
Interesting that first there is a girl and then a teenager, both of them acting protective of your “intrusion.” Could they be aspects of the same personality? Are they a sort of progression to the adult personality? Rachel?
From what I’ve read about spiritual encounters, our guides/ teachers (whatever you want to call them) will often test those who seek them out, requiring a degree of persistence to gauge the seriousness of the seeker. If this were my experience, I’d go looking for that girl or teen again. And who was the mysterious being in the stall? Intriguing.
I didn't describe it well - They actually were seeking my help. The first one was trying to tell me what was wrong as she was hanging over my arm, and the other was terrified and was running to me for help. I guess I wasn't very helpful. I didn't want to spent time on them because it felt so tenuous and I didn't have long. Maybe I should try to give them more of a chance.
Not uncommon for me to feel like I'm being watched when I execute dream goals. I usually just dismiss it and continue with my dream goal.
You're lucky you can go back into a dream again once you wake up. Whenever I wake up from a lucid dream - I'm too awake to fall back asleep no matter how much I try. I can sometimes trigger a hypnagogic flash of the dream but rarely can go back into it again.
I never feel like I will be able to, but when I try it turns out to be successful often.
I was reading this again, and also the comments, and I consider it interesting that you felt you shouldn't waste time with either one of the girls and wanted to keep going to your purpose.
Maybe if you helped them, they could actually help you with your objective. You know, say that you are going to help, as long as they help you with a task... you probably don't really need to explain anything as the whole idea is already in your mind.
Lately I just don't have much patience for random strangers. Too many people try to sell me something or want to talk about dumb stuff and waste my time, and I've given up on being nice and letting them talk. I gave the first girl a few seconds, and then my patience was exhausted. I was low on energy and was having a hard time staying there, so it was either listen to their nonsensical sob stories until I faded out, or try to be productive.
You're right that they could be helpful, and I won't know unless I give them a chance, but I guess I expect that most of these dream characters are not helpful, based on past experience.
When you say people are always trying to sell things... does this happen both in wake life and dreams, or only in dreams?
I ask because some times dreams are a reflection of what happens to us... and other times they are exactly the opposite.
I mean in waking life. But dreams are like an endless mess of distractions, and I'm tired of getting caught up in ridiculous storylines. I want to see what's behind the curtain.