This is a repost from another forum. (I was too lazy to retype it all :o)) But given the direction of some of the dreams posted lately, I just wanted to share my healing dream experiences which began 3 (plus or minus) years ago after I had a breakdown in a friends living room.


The first occured maybe a month into my healing journey. Before bed I stated my intention to have a dream that would teach me about myself. While waiting to fall asleep, I used a visualization technique that involved picturing myself walking up a flight of about a dozen intricately carved and carpeted stairs. At the top was a bright white sphere of light that represented the doorway to my subconscious. Once engulged by the light, I then fell asleep.

In my dream, I was in the checkout aisle in a store buying a magazine. A friend had died and I was in a hurry to get to the funeral. (it was my friend Iris who helped me start healing). The electric power was out in the store and the clerk was really talkative to the people in front of me while she added up their totals. I became impatient and got out exact change so I would not have to wait as long. When it was my turn, she was chatty so I explained that I was in a hurry and why, she asked who had died and I told her. She then spoke to me in Iris' voice and asked me "Why would there be a large being behind you?"... At this point, I felt myself being lifted up from behind. Not just lifted, but LIFTED. By something big. Quickly with a whoosh and with an accompanying burst of energy inside my body that tingled like a strong electric shock. This frightened me so I began screaming "no" and it tossed me back down. I woke up still feeling the tingling in my limbs. After awhile, I went back to sleep and in the morning, when I woke up, wrote the dream down and thought about it for days. It must have been three weeks later when I realized that I had not had any suicidal urges since the dream. That was a big thing, I had been having them daily.

The second came a few weeks later, same procedure at bedtime. The dream started out with me driving down a shining wet road in my car, being directed by a voice inside of me. The road ran out at a beach and the voice said to walk. I walked and eventually came to a body in the sand. The body was mine and as I stepped over it a door opened from nothing and silhouetted in the bright light from the other side of it was a huge robed and hooded being. I sort of braced for it and felt myself being lifted again, same feeling, same tingling, less fear. Again, I wrote the dream down. This time, I felt better physically but the real change was emotional. Less anger, less depression...less negativity. I had begun to feel alive in ways I had not for some years.

The third time it happened, I was not even asleep. About 3am, I woke feeling nauseous and lay there deciding whether or not to go throw up. Suddenly, the lifting feeling like a whoosh then the tingly electric shock feelings came. I felt a little better and dozed off for a little while only to reawaken a half hour later and the same thing again. After, I fell into a deep sleep and woke up feeling great.

In the three years since, my emotional health has been much improved. I would not call myself a depressed person now. There are still health issues, though now they are mostly physical and I fully expect to have healing with these as well. On several occasions since, though not for a year or more now, I encountered the large, robed being. In one dream, it stood in the background while I found children whom I had lost. We held each other and the reunion was so emotional that I woke up crying and was profoundly affected for days.

There have been many dreams in the past three years that have affected me this deeply and several other minor healing experiences have occured with the lifting and tingling.

On involved my walking down a long, downward-sloping tunnel with bridges and walkways till at the bottom, near a lake of dark water, I encountered my own body. It did not seem to be animate and looking deeply into its eyes, I embraced it, then turned and walked back the way I had come. This does not seem like much, but it was deeply emotional and profound to me.

This accounting has probably not been able to convey how incredible these experiences were. It was as if my spirit had been raised up from a deep pit of depression. Had these powerful dreams not happened, I would surely be dead by my own hand by now.

Laura