Message #35413

[guest88]

Distinct memories of the dreams...

One is me sitting in a chair and holding a single match. I am playing with the flame, turning it on and off by will.

Another is my Aunt, and cousin Ashley. We are going on a pilgrimage- they are both at different and unique levels of finding themselves. I remember marching people along towards a beach. I can see an aerial view as two groups separate. I am not worried as my vantage point shows me they re-unite before arriving at their final destination.

Another is a room with my Mother. There are three medium sized pillars inside a building with flames resting at the top of each, and an altar with fire in front. The pillars are covered by a transparent blanket of white light draped over the flames, their energy is like a gentle spinning vortex. The room is more like...  an amber hallway. Stone walls, gentle light. Everything is, alive- a beautiful and slow moving energy. The same way I toyed with the flame from holding the match I am practicing on the altar. I watch the flame rise and the flame on the center pillar behind it does the same, while the other two glow. And as I descend the flame, so do the fires atop the pillars. I stop and just watch the fires return to normal. I am mesmerized by this white blanket of energy draped over each pillar- they remain unaffected. This was the shortest part of my dream, but the most attention to detail I can recall. There was a very special feeling about this room or hall... it was captivating, and time was not the same here. I believe I witnessed this space, eventually, without a body- just existing as, formless form? I can see the room even now in the back of my mind, and again- this was the shortest part of my dream but I am especially called to this place- it feels as if it exist outside time as I know it.