Dreams are a source of lots of information. From our guides to our own intuition you can receive lessons, warnings and answers to questions to name a few things that come through in that space. Depending on how you choose to use the space, you can change how you connect with departed spirits, astral travel and lucid dream as you put focus on using the space effectively. I am sharing dreams from before the time I understood that dreams were so much more than the practical function of changing short term information into long term memory and the healing our bodies do when we sleep as well.

This next dream is a recurring dream I had for around three or more years. I used to have it regularly and it started to come less and less until I no longer had it.

For context, I grew up in the Edmonton area, close to West Edmonton Mall. Some of my family live very close to the mall, and we used to do the water park for birthdays.  In the dream we are at the water park. It is a normal scene although the slides were a little different. My favorite slide required a bunch of stairs to a platform that was technically outside of the park. My dad is up on the platform and a couple of my cousins are there in the lineup already. As we are waiting our turn I look out and all the water in the water park is turning red. The water has turned to blood and now we have to figure out how to get out of the park. We decide to go down the slide and I always wake up before we do.  The other people are panicking and running down stairs, people are getting hurt and jumping out of the other slides. It is chaos. I do not feel the chaos where we are but see it all around. I am grossed out by it but ready to take the slide to avoid the rest of the chaos.

This next dream is a dream I had, however I do not know that it was a recurring dream as such. It was more of a progressive dream that I was able to see into the first three months of when I figure my dark night of the soul was in full swing. I am going to start with something that was related to the dream that physically manifested and was experienced by my family and friend. In our basement we collected bottles to turn in for extra money on our vacations when I was a kid. They were always sorted into boxes from the bottle depot before we took them in. One night me and my friend were playing video games in the rumpus room and we hear a crash from the hallway. We figure one of the pets had knocked over the bottles. There was also a window there so a thought of an intruder crossed our minds when my parents were yelling at us for making the noise. We said it had to have been one of the pets because we had not left the room. When we went to look, all the bottles were stacked, there was no mess and no intruder. That was the first of many times I can recall of hearing bottles crash and it not happening until I lived in the apartment from this dream.

The dream was of me moving to a city aways away from my family and moving in with a friend. I did not know my friend yet and he was not familiar in my dream. When we met in real life we were inseparable. The apartment was a two bedroom with nice closet space. In the one closet there was a jewelry holder and lots of hanging space and drawers. With a second closet type space with a drawer, two shelves and a space to hang clothes. There was a washing machine in the second bedroom which was not installed properly upon us moving in. It broke and flooded the apartment shortly after we moved in. After a month of being in the apartment together things started to go missing and after three months I was finally forced to move out. Fast forward to the weeks leading up to us moving into the apartment. I started to dream about us moving in again. I saw a few of the fights, something getting stolen and more. I was able to say when it would happen and who it was going to include in what was happening. I changed a few things which seemed to make the outcomes worse at the time. I fixed the washing machine when we moved in and told my friend I only could see three months of us living together in the apartment. At three months was when I moved out. I won't go into specifics as it was a very pivotal time and not a good one for a lot of it. I may do another post in a separate space to talk about some of the paranormal and psychic attacks that took place in the apartment. The bottles hung on the door to the closet, we heard someone come into the apartment and the bottles were knocked off of the handle of the closet. Since that happened I have not heard the sound of bottles falling again.  The dream progressed exactly how the three months in the apartment did. I told my friend a few of the things I saw before we moved in and as we lived there I experienced things that made me think I was losing my mind. I know it was important to my journey and I am glad to have had the experience as I feel it showed me how much power we have once we stop letting what we see happening in the 3D affect how we feel and experience our lives.