Today, I had a very weird dream. I don’t know much about deliveries because I have never seen one in real life. In this dream, I was talking to a female relative of mine when a rather tall and sturdy woman who was standing behind my relative gave birth to more than five babies. Shockingly, she gave birth to all of them while standing. Children kept falling out from between her legs at a rather high speed. I felt a bit scared as I watched this. She placed the kids in a circle; and, they started playing games. They seemed older than regular infants; I felt that they were already older when they came out of her womb. I felt stunned as I stared at so many babies. This is when she said that she is about to give birth to another one. This one fell inside her pants because she did not even had time to undress for this laborious matter. She placed the last baby in the circle where all her other rather pretty babies were seated.
I finally woke up and started thinking if my subconscious just played another joke on me since it loves making me laugh or shocking the sh$% out of me. So I researched online and found out that it is actually possible to give birth while standing. Read “Giving Birth Upright – 9 Huge Benefits“. Dreams that tell the truth feel so surprising! What a beneficial gift from God!
I had a bizarre day today because I had multiple telepathic encounters. The way I can tell that it’s telepathy is because my mind becomes open and then it stays open towards this phenomenon for a bit. I can imagine a creative brainwave of that sort. This brainwave shuts down when my brain needs to relax.
I had to travel around a bit today by using the buses. I sat in one of the front seats of my bus and played with my cell for a bit. All of a sudden, I had the urge to move to the back. When I got to the very last seat, I sat down and started looking outside the window. Next, I had the urge to just turn my body a bit towards the front so that I may easily turn my head in that direction as well. This is when I saw an old Brown male sitting with his cellphone on the seat and between his legs. He had placed it there and then forgotten it. The bus jerked; and, I noticed his cellphone shake. It was about to fall down when I told the man that he should pick up his cell. He thanked me as he hastily grabbed his phone.
Then on the next bus, I chose one of the last seats again. I had another interesting encounter this time. A drunk man walked towards me and sat down. He said hello to me so I said hello back. I had a bad feeling the second I saw him so I decided not to talk to him. Pretty soon, I noticed that he was hiding a large bottle of beer under his jacket. He needed to rant so he told me what he does to make a living as well as his ethnic background. I won’t be discussing everything here because it would be unethical to do so. However, I will bring up some relevant points. He said that he works for the military and that he has participated in warfare in Afghanistan and Somalia. He then quickly showed me all the scars he had, which included several marks on his face, back of head, knuckles, and hand. Then he asked me where I am from. I told him that I am Canadian instead of sharing my ethnic background—you see I had a bad feel about him the second I saw him. After hearing my reply he cheered up and said that he liked it. He then stated that the new religion is “One Religion” or “No Religion”. He said that when he fights, he knows that other guys are always the losers. Then he said that Christopher Columbus discovered America. I smiled at his comments because I had decided just to listen to him without engaging. After this, he joked: “But, there was an Indian man who also discovered America. Tell me his name.” I told him that I don’t know anything about this person. He mumbled something really fast. It sounded like an Indian name, “binder” something. I exclaimed in surprise so he clarified: “There is no such person. It’s a joke. I said ‘Been there, done that.’ ” His commentary clearly showed that he was expressing opinions of his social group. Read article “Why people believe in conspiracy theories – and how to change their minds“.
Let me end this story here. All this started a while ago when a friend of mine told me that some people who work in the military have a very racist and demeaning attitude. At that point, I thought that this is something one can understand more easily after observing it up close. Some years after this conversation, I experienced this particular encounter.
Did you notice that we cannot tell if the second event is peculiar in nature if we cannot see how the first event enfolded? I had the urge to sit at the back during the first incidence; and, I repeated this action so that the second event occurred. Truth is that I had a third telepathic encounter soon after the second one: I found the washroom even when I was hoping to wait before relaxing myself and roaming around to check out a specific office at first floor when my appointment was at the second floor. Again, I had the urge to wander at the first floor instead of running upstairs to the second floor. Can you now clearly see that telepathy is a very camaflouged phenomenon. If outsiders were observing me, they would just think that I am strolling around on purpose or that I am lost. But, that is not what’s going on in my mind. Reality is that when I viewed the board where all the numbers were listed, the room number for the office that was at the first floor kept popping up for some reason—I was inside a building I have never visited before.
I am an ENFP; over time, I have only found out that it is tough to fit me into smaller compartments of opinion. Here is a very meagre example that shows a broader lens.
Yesterday, I was talking to a well-educated and privileged Pakistani friend of mine about how I intend to support a soon-to-be divorced woman. She minded that and said that you should prioritize your needs first. Her sweet comment was, “You are not even married. You need to start looking for a good guy for yourself. Don’t worry about others.” I did not mind what she said because I knew that she meant well. Later, when I got home, I realized that I will help that soon-to-be divorced woman. Reality is that my needs do not fully click in my head. Instead, the following thought strikes me more:
If I desert her, there is no example setting. People are already ignoring those who need help. And, if I desert her, then I have killed a portion of my network, which will collapse some portions of other women’s networks. I mean this chain reaction just starts on its own when a woman is neglected.
Did you see a severe clash of ideas here? Did you also see how real leaders think? Inside my mind, it feels like walking a fine line; a little mental push here and there easily collapses one concept and forms the other. This unsettling way of thinking is very natural for ENFPs like me. In the end, an ENFP can choose the right path based on the broader grid. For me, this grid is built by Prophet Mohammad’s actions where he never ignored the oppressed and needy.
There are some pretty cruel narcissists in my family—you know the type that make you think only in the washroom. The challenge at my end was that I did not access to Internet when I was younger because I was living in Pakistan back then. The next complication was that I was too young to read into what was going on inside my family. So when I grew older and I learned how to use the internet, I ended up reading some articles about narcissism. This is when it occurred to me that I was dealing with some very experienced narcissists.
When a narcissist relative of mine moved out of dad’s place, he pointed to me and said that he is moving away due to me. I used to stand up for myself and for those whom he used to injure; obviously, he hated me a lot. I still laugh at this lie because I know that he left because he got a job somewhere. I realized that day that narcissists are very insensitive and they point fingers at the victims till the very end.
I am managing another narcissist relative by using some of these techniques. One thing I like doing is telling him that he is wrong in front of someone else who is more likely to take my side. For me, an Empath, some of these methods are actually too painful to utilize; but, I am very glad that I can use the rest of these. Read “How do you make a narcissist feel sorry?”
Narcissism is actually on the rise in Pakistan and Canada; but, a lot of Pakistanis and Canadians are “unaware” of this due to the effects on the mind that are caused by “Gaslighting“. I slowly became aware of all this because I used to pray to God, which healed some of my trauma.
Today, I am reading another one of Barbara Cartland‘s clean romance novels and loudly laughing at my older self. My mother gifted me my first copies of Dame Barbara Cartland‘s Regency Romance novels when I was a teenager. Here are some of my precious thoughts on these books:
The Story That Used To Run In My Head When I Was A Teenager
So there was once a Royal British man who had to make friends with lots of women since it was customary to do so. But they were all too needy and wanted this, this, and that; or, they were not the right one. One day, something bad happens like this man had to save a young ordinary woman who fell from a cliff; or he ends up finding a woman who has run away from her home. Then he falls in love with her at first sight and slowly realizes it. This experience slowly changes him into a better person.
The Story That Runs In My Head Now
So there was once a Royal British man who had to have sexual relationships with lots of women and call girls since it was customary to do so. But they were all too needy and wanted this, this, and that; or they were not the right one. There are times when he sounds way too bossy and mean—obviously, he abuses women too. One day, something bad happens like this man had to save a young ordinary woman who fell from a cliff; or he ends up finding a woman who has run away from her home. Then he falls in love with her at first sight and slowly realizes it. This experience slowly changes him into a better person.
But, then again, do British Royal men really marry ordinary women who are going through ordeals like attempting to commit suicide or running away from home? If yes, then why is Twitter not booming with these stories. And, what is this thing about slowly changing him? Is the heroine handling a narcissist male?
Hahahaha! This feels so funny inside my head right now. I was grown in Pakistan so when someone brings up friendship between guys and girls, it means having tea or chatting. I did not knew what a real sexual relationship is until I was in my twenties; I learned these details in Canada. I studied some of this subject on my own from home, in Biology classes, or by talking to my friends.
I love how I have an interesting memory of my younger self, which helps me relate well to a younger audience. Innocence is something so indescribable that you will miss it a lot when you lose it! For instance, now I have to skip some parts of these novels like when the hero is hanging out with other women; or, I have to read it over longer periods of time so I don’t think about what’s going on in there. And, when I was a teenager, I said the following when an older friend of mine asked me how I would spend my day after getting married: “After getting married, I will sing lots of songs.” I said this because my uncle used to sing a lot just before he got married. LOL!
I discovered something new about myself yesterday. I was very sick yesterday; and, I had to sleep a lot to recover. I got bored of lying in my bed, so I started recording things in my recorder. My head clicked in the right direction because before I recorded something that felt graphic to me, I imagined a fantasy story about a King who falls in love with a rather ordinary woman. These interesting fantasy stories are the reason why my head did not hit in the wrong direction. Because I have high levels of Stereodepth Vision—this was tested in a lab at University of Toronto—I see actual images inside my mind while I imagine a story, a possible scenario, or reality. I believe that the fact that I am a lucid dreamer also plays a critical role in helping me achieve this. Cool thing is that I can do this while I am awake or asleep. When I imagine fantasy stories, my mind releases some chemicals that have a strong and immediate influence on my mood. This is how I recorded the second, more painful recording, which is about discrimination.
I once saved a woman from stalkers; I am sure other women would have puked before entertaining this idea. I have saved 5 women this way; sometimes, I am using telepathy to do this. The fact that I can brainwash myself helps me move forward so that I may be able to help others. This is why its easy for me to run “Forgotten Femmes” for abused women.
My Lucid family is very large and smart. I have always received clear dream signals from some of my family members, friends, and heroes/heroines. Some of my family members also get similar signals, which is how I know that this ability is genetic in my case—can’t wait to find the right guy and have kids who will be geniuses like me. What I love about my lucid family is that they actually introduce me to their friends. This is how my family increases in size every time I connect with someone I can genuinely love and appreciate.
Sometimes, just before falling asleep or while asleep, I clearly hear some sort of voices that tell me that they are voices of friends of this particular friend or hero/heroine. A few times, when I was almost asleep as well as when I was fast asleep, I played with the dog of one of my favourite authors. Another time, I travelled with and talked to child of one my favourite speakers; in another dream, I held an infant who belonged to this particular speaker in my lap. In yet another lucid encounter I attended the engagement of the aforementioned speaker; later, I checked his social media page only to learn that he has recently engaged. I have also used my dreams to play board games with a refugee child who lived in a shelter that’s based in Ottawa—he told me this about himself. Sometimes, during the day when I visit social media accounts of my favourite people, I hear voices of some of their friends—voices tell me that is who they are. Other times, I hear convincing voices that my friends really want me to perform at their events—so far this ability has clicked well with two well-known event planners. Last but not least, sometimes spirits of my fans get attached. Once I dreamt of an African girl drawing something with chalk outside my room; I was thinking about a specific fan—I have seen her online only—while I fell asleep so I think this child spirit was attached to her.
I can do this all because I can sometimes enter pictures and scenes without fully realizing it. Obviously, I sometimes also hear voices when one of the friends of my friends/heroes/heroines get injured or worried. Remember not to escape once friends of your friends/heroes/heroines invite you to their world. If you have already entered even a tiny portion of their psyche, then consider this as permission to continue your lucid relationships.
So now you have learned a bit about my lucid family. I cannot wait until you make one for yourself as well! Go slow with this; and, make sure to keep practicing lucidity once you have learned how to do this. Don’t get frustrated if you become rare due to this—I know that it’s not easy to be rare!
To understand yourself and the rest fully, you must learn through real experience like I did to overcome your psychic numbing—type and intensity of trauma and IQ can both cause numbing if you have not learned what to do next. I overcome the trauma caused by my deepest thoughts and the fact that I recieve these best moments while I am alone by buying something my friends have to offer; by spending time with some of them in real life; or by visiting their social media accounts.
Before I fell asleep day before yesterday, I visualized a large screen on top of me; I held my imaginary Joystick and keyed some information in; then, I randomly pressed the buttons of my Joystick.
In this dream, I was on a tour with my family members. I think I saw my sister-in-law and my niece as well; we were taking turns to manage the baby. We were in a hurry because our flight was supposed to depart soon; and, we were lost inside a labyrinth of some sort. First, we were inside a large antique house that was lit with darkness and bluish light that had light shades of golden light. The darkness literally felt like some sort of light that actually helped people see. One of my cousins who still lives inside Pakistan visited me during this dream. He was standing near one of the staircase of this establishment. I think my cousin hinted that the staircase that would take you downstairs might end up in places where it is easy to get lost given that you don’t know your way around. My cousin checked us out and then he pointed to the airport as he commented, “Go to the ceiling (higher area). The airport is there”. So we ran towards the ceiling (higher area).
The ceiling (higher area) was a very large place and had several interesting places including an educational institute and a paan shop. Everything up there seems old and broken. There were some people including children walking and chatting there. The two women who were keeping me company deserted me and ran towards the paan shop. The paan shop was rather small; it was made from bricks; and, a fabric was used as the tent for the window. I got away from there because I had a feeling that we were in the wrong place and that we were bewitched to go there. So when I tried to get away from the ceiling (higher area), I saw a grey door on the side. Perhaps, this door was in between the lower area and the ceiling (higher area); or maybe, I took some stairs to get to this door. I distinctly remember that I looked over my shoulder while I was standing near the door; and, I could still see my family members on the ceiling (higher area). The greyish-white door was slightly ajar although it seemed lock. Some hidden force gently forced me to stop near this door and open it. I hesitated for a bit; and, then I pushed to open this old and somewhat broken door.
Inside, a startling sight welcome me. Inside everything was grey: skeletons were grey; walls were grey; and, the grave was grey. Two human skeletons were sitting near a grave that appeared like box or a sealed hole. The beings that were sitting there almost frozen in space and time actually noticed me when I started screaming, “Where is the airport?” To answer my inquiry, the skeletons started moving, which was shocking and exciting to watch. The male skeleton indicated something to the woman and me. The female skeleton held a knife; asked the male skeleton to help her; sat on the box/hole; noticed that the guy skeleton was not going to do anything; and, then attempted to open the box/hole with her knife. The knife made some grating screeches and finally the box/hole opened. When she opened it, a male skeleton that was stored inside became alive and just stepped out. As soon as he got out of the place where he was confined, he slit his throat with the knife and changed into some kind of soil-like substance. I think he somehow conveyed to me that he was the old boyfriend of the female skeleton.
The opening to the airport was at the bottom of this pit. The female skeleton pointed out and said, “The airport is in there”. All of a sudden, the scenes shifted. The female skeleton now looked like a very pretty woman; she was dressed in white and was about to be wed to an Asian guy. The guy was brown, tall, and slim; and, he had a distinct black beard. He had locked himself in the washroom for some reason; and, he actually opened the door when his bride requested him to do so. Inside, there were two young toddlers who belonged to this couple. He turned around, noticed his woman, and does not state anything.
This guarded grave was the key to the airport. This must have felt spooky, which is why we never made it to our initial designation.
Now some explanation about this dream:
I entered the following names in my imaginary screen: Eric Anthamatten and Carl Jung. Eric specializes in Social and Political Philosophy and Ethics. I was very impressed after I read one of his papers, Dignity and Punishment, which discusses use of punishment and imprisonment to rehabilitate criminals. Carl Jung is the founder of Analytical Psychology; and, he was intuitively open towards the paranormal. When one combines thoughts of these two, the result should be “use of supernatural elements to hack into a crime scene in the form of a clever guessing game”. I guess that is one reason why I had this funny dream.
You must have noticed that I am using “ceiling” and “higher area” interchangeably. This is because I am not so sure how there can be so many buildings on the “ceiling. One explanation is that unfolding of a 3D figure in 2D plane should make this 3D figure look flat where each face is connected by 2D planes. This is exactly what I see when I draw the images from my dream. When we fold the area depicted as the “higher area”, it becomes the “ceiling” of a building or region.
A fun aspect of lucid dreams that I have been noticing for quite some while is that figures of my family members appear and then I end up receiving great fortune during the day. One example of this phenomenon is the sudden appearance of a long-lost uncle of mine. Every time he appears, I get something good like a gift from relatives or strangers; this has happened twice during dreams; I love him a lot so I also have to block his thoughts a bit to survive. I feel that his will that I should be happy was attached not only in my mind but also in the universe. This is why I receive blessings from him even after he died. Are these just precognitive dreams where I am using my uncle as a signal; or, are these actually signals from my uncle. According to rules of Quantum Theroy, souls don’t die.
Today, I had a dream that had false awakenings during which I knew I was still asleep and not awake. At the beginning, I saw shadow figure of what appeared like my younger sibling visit my room. She walked into my closet where my prayer books, Quran, and Bible are. She went in there and then she came out; she went in there twice.
I was feeling physically sick during my dream so I tried to get out of my body while one of my arms felt numb and my heart seemed to suffer from an attack of some sort. I tried to get out of my body. I have been reading something related to ongoing genocide of Muslims so my subconscious might be signalling that it’s annoyed about this—at certain times, it runs jokes or satires as well so I know it’s not referring to a real physical issue.
I felt this odd pain and even then I tried to get out of my body. The second I got out, I wanted to fly to America to connect with a particular writer. When I got near my window to exit, I was brutally punched by really strong wind. My soul shivered a bit so I got scared and stepped back in my body. Then I left my body again. Now I was flying way high in the sky. I saw small patches of land coalesced together; it looked like fungus; I could see the green edges and the water surrounding it; I think the land formation shifted a bit, which could be indicating that the scene was changing really quickly. Suddenly, I was shocked as some sort of monster almost came out of the water. This time, I was really near the water so that I may check out what exactly was surfacing. I couldn’t tell if it was an anaconda, an alligator, a shark, or just a submarine. Water waves rippled and bounced around chaotically as something enourmous hit against the water surface; waves contorted and contorted in a pattern that was similar to whatever was underneath the water surface. I was thinking of meeting a writer so was this all part of his thoughts? Was he thinking of taking me out somewhere to entertain me? Or was this just something out of my accelerated thoughts, which tend to reach a specific frequency when I believe someone else is present or when I am anticapting to connect with someone creative. I don’t know what’s the exact answer to this riddle?
Pretty soon, I realized that I could not get to America since its far away and the weather isn’t that friendly. So I went back inside my body. Then I got out of my body again because I wanted more lucid experiences. When I came out of my body, I was now checking out a place that looked a little similar to my place. Somebody had driven outside in a van; one of his male friends was in back of the van. This man looked taller and more muscular than my brother whom he resembled. He saw me and started talking to me rather gently; then he hugged me pretty well. I started feeling so sleepy, peaceful, and rested when he did this. I could easily visualize my brainwaves shifting with his touch. I definitely get like this near some of my close family members, friends, and any individual whom I happen to admire. The most interesting part is that this ability does not scan for physical distance and can be triggered through online encounters as well; another fascinating feature is that this ability does not scan for things like religion and ethnicity before allowing me to fall in love with someone.
As I struggled to wake up, I could see centre of my forehead; and, I was able to see the centre of the forehead of a male too who was sitting somewhere near me.
Now here are three things that happened after I woke up:
It was really windy in Ottawa and even garbage cans were flying around. This is exactly what my soul told me during sleep. Also, the monster that was hitting agains the water surface might also be referring to the rain that started falling today. Some areas on roads and near pavements were flooded today and it was hard to walk there. When I tried getting out of my house, I actually got scared and decided to close the door so that I may feel brave enough to open it again. This is similar to my behaviour during sleep.
I got a call for a part-time job with a great company. The female dream character who resembled my younger sibling and who visited the place where my prayer books, Quran, and Bible are resting was actually noting this good fortune. Not to forget that I was hired by a Muslim woman, which is why this dream character went near the holy books.
As I struggled to wake up, I could see centre of my forehead; and, I was able to see the centre of the forehead of a male too who was sitting somewhere near me. There was some online activity today by an organization that is run by a rather cool guy. What if the male dream character who hugged me repesented this man?
So how did all this feel? Incredible, right! Try lucid dreaming at home. You won’t be dissapointed!