AGAIN a dream that oddly might connect with the previous one - the car keys..
25th September 2020
APPARENTLY MY SECOND LIFE
Like an un-dimming light switch, I become "conscious" the moment after I've gotten out of my vehicle. But not just any vehicle, this is a white "pod" craft the size of a car, and this is not earth.. Its like a dusk-twilight atmosphere on the ground but you can see the sky which is "night-like", because its a night sky with stars, but it seems to simultaneously have firmament-like silvery hue.
I know roughly what's going on (but its hard to explain without sounding like a total nutcase, my dreams are nutty enough as they are..).
I had apparently driven this pod here in an unconscious autopilot mind-state and became conscious the moment I got out. The vehicle has no windows or doors what so ever, and its as though there are these bits of off white thin flaky stuff peeling off of it. Aged vehicle? Heat damage?
[side note: years ago I rolled out of sleep paralysis into a highly visceral lucid dream of being inside this very same vehicle.. but that time I couldn't figure my way out of it - still too sleep-paralyzed]
As I go to "turn off" the vehicle (apparently you do it once you're outside), I get a distinct and whole-body sensation that i had done this very same set of actions thousands of times before.
Getting out of the vehicle, checking I have the "electronic-keys" in my pocket, then touching my finger on the vehicles touch sensor, then walking to the front door of my modern house - a typical dark grey style small modern house, on uh.. the moon? mars? who knows.. it looks like a normal suburban "street" of houses.
Then I place my finger on the touch sensor of the house, and I even feel it in my brains neural pathways, you know how it feels when you've just got home and you've got your keys out thousands of times before! This odd sense of having two lives, but I seem somewhat conscious of both "selves" at the same time. I go in.
As I pass a very small entrance/living room and go to the small open plan kitchen, I look at the high gloss grey-blue fridge and AGAIN I get the sense I've been here thousands of times, like I've opened that fridge on autopilot so many times before because this is apparently my home, that I've been living in.
Everything here looks just like the way I have things in my earth home, fairly careless and messy, with signs of having cleaned the minimum necessary.
I also maximized the small space by placing the fridge in an alternatively efficient spot, next to, but not in the kitchen (also something i would do in real life).
The sense of "being at home" lingers as I decide to open the fridge and see what the space fairing version of me has in there.
The fridge ALSO opens with touch sensor and although there is no marking to say where to touch it, my hand knows where to put my finger.
The contents and layout of the fridge also very typical, but since apparently I live here only some of the time, not much food is needed, some butter, some sachets laying around, I feel the cold of the fridge on my hands, which alerts me to do a reality check.
I look at my hands, wow they are so cold and pale, but they are definitely my hands, there is a tiny red healed scab mark or two on the back of my right hand, but apart from that, I can even see the very subtle wrinkle texture going across the back of the palm & fingers.
I (RC) pull my fingers, but its so solid, my hands are cold, I can feel the bones & veins inside my hand.
I've faced away from the fridge while checking my hands. I turn back and get the lactose free milk out (also accurate to real life I'm intolerant) its Zymil brand, because they "don't do" soy milk in space communities, so I had to settle for this tasteless stuff.
I take a swig, it tastes bland maybe close to getting old, its the last of the milk so I discard the empty carton (I'm not sure what I did with it). I'm more distracted by a sense of thirst, and go back and check the freezer, which is indeed colder but not freezing, because it is able to keep a good small batch of greenish jelly, which I keep in shot glasses for fun (something I've also done in real life). I grab the jelly, its cold, I feel the slippery chill of the glass in my hand, I sniff the jelly, mmm mango-lime, I put my lips to the cold moist tangy jelly, the texture and taste is SO REAL, the subtle commercial-lime, the exact bounce and half-melted-moisture. I suck some in my mouth, the taste is exactly like real life including feeling the chilled glass on my bottom lip.
I put it back and do more reality checks, I'm not really thinking "I'm dreaming" out loud, I seem to just accept that I want to stay conscious, because as I look toward a doorway at the back of the kitchen I notice a tinge of drowsiness and I want to stay vivid.
I turn to look at the kitchen window, it appears to be white daylight outside and beyond this window is my yard, lots of plant life. I walk in front of the kitchen counter where there is a glass door to this yard.
I step outside to face a life-sized round wire cage made of rusty metal with the top cut off so you can just see over the top and its overgrown with plants.
I just know what is in there without having to see it, but the part of me which is seeing this for the first time can see some life-sized wrist-thick shiny black spiders legs just bunched up and resting at the top of the cage, and I don't see the body. The part of me that's been here thousands of times before knows well what this is, its my "pet creature" (seems like a spider) which has INTENSE psychic capability. It lures its predators by emitting a psychic hypnotic emission (of some kind) which causes the victim to fall asleep.
I apparently own this pet to keep my psychic abilities keen, because getting close to this pet and staying conscious IS A BIG challenge for ANYONE apparently.
But I apparently do this every time I come home or on a whim.
--> At this point I seem to have the knowledge that I'm some kind of person who works in space having to use my psychic as well as physical faculties to do some sort of "work" for ummm "some sort of very high tech space faring organization"... I know that I've met many ET beings, not all of them safe, but almost ALL of them telepathic, some, like my pet spider, use telepathy as a weapon/self-defense. It feels like we're the good guys, but I emotionally feel as tired and depressed as an old police man, whose been there done that. So I have to stay keen.. <--
As I near the spider I manage to stay awake despite its venomous hypnosis, I'm greeting it with my heart, and it knows my energy, its my pet/companion familiar enough to call it by a name, but names are not necessary here. Here everything works according to energy signature, telepathy, and psychic ability..
After the heart felt telepathic greeting, the giant black spider pet's extremely powerful instincts begin to take over and as the intensity grows I begin to black out.
It appears that I have a safety catch to this scenario.
Apparently, when DO black out, or like this time, know I'm just about to lose consciousness, I have a person that I call, or who automatically teleports to me to stop me from getting eaten.
In a timeless void, I call out to him telepathically... and black out.
But only momentarily.
I am now outside of my body, looking at myself (space me) from the back. Space me is standing beside the cage, now conscious again, as this younger guy -maybe in his 20's light brown hair- is standing to my right half a meter away.
Now that I'm out of my body I don't have access to the physical memories of my space self anymore, so I don't know HOW they distracted this spider..
I'm actually ME now, my own familiar earth soul-personality just floating without body, observing.
They are having a verbal conversation. The male clearly loves her/me, they greet each other and he asks her some light-hearted questions, kind of like he's asking her to hang out with him, or maybe on a date, but he words it really subtly which (in my out of body state) I find so adorably sweet, I'd totally go for him.
(As he's talking, my romantic dreamy soul floats along the living room window looking out on this lovely almost tropical fern-like garden - I've ALWAYS wanted one in real life! wtf...)
But the physical space version of me isn't having it, in fact she's being all tough, implying he's a weakling by saying something like "don't act so manly, you've never even killed a single ____(don't remember the word, but it was the name of some extremely dangerous space creature that she's so proud of killing several of..)".
At this point my soul is like - wait WHO is she? is this really ME??
I float up closer to the side of her face to see if she looks like me, and firstly yes she has my brunette un-bleached hair, and her face looks like mine from the side, but as I get closer and she turns her head closer to me slightly tilted up, I notice the mouth is a bit wider, the rest resembles me a bit, but there are also some cut scars on her mouth. Like this woman has been in some space fights alright.. I'm so surprised at her similar yet different face that I find myself back in her body again.
I don't remember much about getting back in the home again. I feel a bit drowsy reorienting myself again, now back in the body, in the kitchen. I orient myself a bit better as I walk to that door at the back of the kitchen. Beyond that door is a large long, mostly empty living room with ugly greyish carpet like in the bit near the front door. Lit up by room lights on one end, the other has the large windows.
[know what - i think i might draw the layout of this home]
Windows all along two sides, letting a fair bit of light into the far end of the room.
On the room-lit end of the room is what seems like brown furniture cabinets, some up high, and a counter of some kind.
One or possibly two doorways to bedrooms at the back of this house.
I walk to the middle of the living room at the far end with the windows and I stand there to think & orient myself, this... reality? I'm staring at the grey carpet and spacing out momentarily (I almost RC), but not for long. I've totally forgotten about the young man, and he doesn't seem to be around anymore.
Instead, a really smug cow boy type older man in his 50's is leaning against a brown cabinet. We know each other, and he's an old gun when it comes to "the work we do out here"... but I seriously don't like his smugness. He has a white beard and really gross energy. I've noticed his white beard/moustache? Without touching, he's somehow pulled me close to him, and I'm still a little confused who I am or who he is or what he does. Is he my boss? nah too smug, space husband? oh god I hope not!
In fact he's guiding me closer to his crotch as he stands there and puts his hand on my waist.
Aw heck no!! This space ME might know this creep in her space life but this gross closeness is not happening on MY watch! I pull away, and immediately mock him (for some emotional distance).
I can't remember what I say, I pick a telepathic thought from his mind and I do an ugly impersonation of him, trying to insult his creepy energy as much as I can, because being telepathically sensitive to something like that is UNCOMFORTABLE as heck.
During the unfortunate brief moment near his crotch, I ended up with a piece of his sticky-gross sexual energy in my own energy field. Even though I'm 2 meters away, I need to shake it out. My impression of how disgusting his behavior is, seems to work well to shake it off. So during my impersonation thrusting my hips violently on the ground pretending to "hump a chick" in the air, is sufficient..
He just stays poker face smug silent and just continues to lean against that cabinet silently watching me with crossed arms.
And suddenly I see my old friend J at the other side of the room, just outside one of the bedroom doors, on his mobile phone.
He's a muscular built male with muscular arms & legs, only slightly taller than me I think, not facing us and doesn't seem to notice me looking.
It's a bit funny, he's being a smarty pants to someone on the phone, it seems like a business call and he's outsmarting this co-worker with a little bit of sarcasm.
I haven't spoken to this friend in real life in an entire year (nor ever dreamt of him). I lost his contact when my phone died a couple months ago, so I don't have it in my new phone.
[UPDATE] Real life J contacted me precisely 2 days after this dream on the 27th! .....Whoah...... O,O
i told him about this dream lol.
