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.
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!
Last night, I was just about to fall asleep when my eyes fell on a particular shadow on the wall. I did not bother to think about what was causing this shadow because I sometimes see shadow creatures while awake. It looked like the head of a gigantic snake; and, it persistently appeared even after I finished ruffling my blankets to check if these were creating this shadow. Even if it was created by something else, I failed to worry about how authentic this shadow is because shadow entities know how to hide behind what we consider “existing in reality”. My belief in shadow creatures that appear while I am awake stems from the fact that I actually see them walking around─this is kind of rare though. Most of the time, these shadow figures appear like someone or something I know. Read “Shadow Figures of Some Lucid Dreamers or Creatives“. Another reason why I felt that this snake-like shadow is real is because I once had a very strong dream of three dragons. After research, I realized that the dragon who was talking to me might be the legendary “Botis” demon from the Seal of King Solomon. Read “Demons and Seals of King Solomon and The World of Lucid Dreaming“.
Yesterday, I touched this shadow figure by rubbing my palm against the wall. I imagined talking to it for a bit. After this, I fell asleep. And, then a lucid dream got activated. Oh! one more thing: before this particular incidence, I had cued myself to talk to an imaginary friend “Edward”. This is another reason why a male dream character appeared to connect with me.
I was inside a large office where a meeting was taking place. Some men and women were sitting around a large desk and talking to each other. A young tall man with black hair that were neatly trimmed and styled was holding some papers, standing, and talking to the rest of the crowd. I was somewhere in the room. I could sense myself sitting there although I was kind of dozed off. I was slowly checking this guy out; and, I think I liked him. I felt that he noticed my presence although he never really acknowledged me during his discussion.
After the meeting was over, this male dream character went to this office and started working on something. I followed him to talk to him because my curiosity about him had heightened; but, when I got there, I noticed a colleague just throw all his equipment and other office-related stuff outside. He was screaming in anger as he clenched his fists and stared at his computer screen; I got scared and ran into the office of this man.
He turned around and started talking to me. Impulsively, we kissed while danger lurked right outside our office. I woke up really soon after this because I had started feeling a bit confused. Then I heard this voice, “He will get you out of trouble when you are in trouble. You aren’t alone in this.” I paid attention to this voice and I heard this concerned man’s voice, “I am not going to let you out of this office. What if that other guy has a weapon.”
So I thought about all this tonight. Demon (Jinn) Botis is known to bring peace among enemies; and, he does this by demonstrating a very caring and attentive attitude. This is what I have previously observed in the dream where he actually transformed into a large dragon. See section “Demon 4: Botis” of blog post “Demons and Seals of King Solomon and The World of Lucid Dreaming“. Perhaps, this time Botis noticed my need to escape Canada’s extremely abusive workplace (article 1, article 2); and, assured me that there will be those who will protect me. I think by playing this kind of dream, he is slowly attempting to brainwash me so that I may recover from the previous shocks I have received while working.
I have just met CJ Werleman online; and, I have received certain psychic images just before falling asleep and during sleep. I get dreams of only those people who I have somehow accepted in my life—I am using some of CJ’s writings to educate myself on some poetry concepts.
I know that some of these images are very scary although I have been blocking them effectively. Once just before falling asleep, I heard certain sort of voices that made my body jerk in pain. This is because CJ reads into unfair treatment of humans especially Muslims. Another reason for this response is that I am trying to trigger my creativity by reading into some graphic stuff—pain and creativity are inherently linked. My mind and body can handle pain really well because my lucid nature heals me rather quickly (article 1, article 2, article 3, article 4). During one of my lucid dreams, I saw him on a large land that was filled by people; it was so large that it felt more open than an enormous stadium. CJ was walking there on his own feeling very happy about something. The dream emphasized the large number of people and then the size of the land so much so that CJ appeared almost insignificant and difficult to find. I also think that I saw a real place that actually exists on Planet Earth; I strongly feel this was a dream with multiple meanings, which is why I feel that this one also showed me humble nature of CJ Werleman. Thus, CJ Werleman broke through the falsehoods and stereotypes surrounding male leaders. For instance, mainstream media usually shows leaders and heroes as very unrealistically secure, powerful, and destructive entities of some sort. Truth is that humility is one of the most important and most underestimated trait of great leaders. I know this because I have learned this through experience; do you know that I am choosing mentees by looking at their ability to show compassion and care?
My blog post, “Dance of Heroes” provides names of some other heroes I have met through my dreams. I can do this because I was born different; but, I know that other people can open themselves to the lucid training ground through practice. I find lucid dream encounters very interesting because these provide training grounds for my personal growth and development.
Just before falling asleep, my mind becomes very different. I sometimes enter stunning daydreams just before falling asleep. Day before yesterday, just before falling asleep, I started thinking back about a journalist I had just met. All of a sudden, I heard really mesmerizing tunes inside my mind; and, I instinctively understood that it was the music of his thoughts and breath. Read section titled ‘Shadow Figures That Appear As Tunes” of blog post “Shadow Figures of Some Lucid Dreamers or Creatives“.
Today, I thought about all of this and realized that I was receiving telepathic signals that indicate some people including entities really love and admire me. Read article, Tana Hoy’s article “Can Telepathy Be Used To Send Love Signals“.
Here are some of my dreams that indicate that some individuals totally love and respect me—I am still unable to fully interpret the actual meaning behind these dream signals.
I must comment that daydreaming is very natural ability that some or perhaps all lucid dreamers possess simply because it is linked to higher levels of creativity. Also remember that whatever happens in the world of Lucid Dreaming is actually halal or permissible because owing to its nature, the lucid mind is supposed to absorb more of the “Love” phenomenon. This deeper kind of love actually displays itself during real life relationships. For example, I once prayed for a male bully of mine; and some months after this prayer was issue, he changed into a very loving man. People who have known me up close say there is an “Arzoo Factor” that causes positive changes inside groups or humans.
You should attempt to learn daydreaming, telepathy, or lucid dreaming; and, then you will be able to visualize what I experience on daily basis. Its all very entertaining!
Last night, I drank the recommended dosage of Aloe Vera and rested. I also pretended to play a video game before falling asleep. I made hand movements to indicate I was gazing through a screen and that I was using a Joystick to control what was going on. I did add humour in all this by talking about random stuff.
I had a very funny dream after this. In this dream, I was inside a small village house that was built by using bamboo-like material. I had a family; and, I was taking care of some children and talking to some women. I was still single, which is what I distinctly felt in this dream. I was very happy with them and seemed totally unaware of the approaching danger.
Then the dream scene shifted to outdoors. It was very pleasant and sunny outside. There was lots of greenery outside; and, colours yellow and green were the two most distinct colors of this scenery. Several angry men appeared holding weapons like batons and swords. Suddenly, a very tall and max Ula r man who belonged to my household noticed them approaching. He left the house immediately yielding a sword as other men joined him. He was fast and he sliced many foes really fast. He was wearing a mask of some sort on his face so I could not tell who exactly he was.
I personally feel that I have entered a picture of some sort. I sometimes do this during the day if triggered by doubt or other relevant indications or if not triggered at all. For example, when one of Gotham’s characters, “Martin” who is Penguin’s favourite kid entered the car in which he was supposedly blown to pieces by Penguin, I knew that he was not supposed to get killed at this point. So I entered the picture at the point when the car was blown. I distinctly saw a hole in the seat which Martin had used to escape. I also heard someone telling him what to do. In the real scene that enfolded afterwards, there was a hole in the seat and a sign that told Martin to get in there. The sign is “someone telling him what to do”.
So I thought hard about the lucid dream of this skilled male fighter. I strongly felt that this dream is an indication of conflict, struggle, and eventual victory. It is true that over time you should develop an idea about what your dream is trying to say to you. I also researched the net and found out that killing an enemy with a sword means that one will win in real life as well. So I am gathering that this dream is a good indication.