The Mystic Messages of BombayJen's Dreams
I believe dreams are messages, but sometimes, determining the message can be as confusing as understanding the dream. I also feel that some messages come from within us, from our own subconscious, while other dreams come from external sources, stimulated by the Divine.
Not all dreams are realistic & those that are, sometimes don't appear to be at first. And some dreams are so realistic, it is difficult to determine if you are dreaming or awake. When I was a child, my dreams were so real to me that I would actually ask myself if I was awake or dreaming, while I was still in my dream.
Sometimes my dreams would be so scary, I would will myself to "Wake up! This is only a dream!" right before I was about to be murdered, or some other equally terrifying experience. Even though I became talented at willing myself awake, there were many nights I didn't want to go to sleep, or go back to sleep. Sleep was the enemy because that's when the dreams could creek up on me.
There would be times when I was awake that I would start telling people about events I had experienced, thinking they really happened, only to be told, "You were dreaming again, Jenny" or even worse, "Stop making things up."
I would wonder how something so real could only be a dream & why people didn't believe me. I really had to pay attention to everything I experienced in life & I began to ask myself if it was really happening, or if it was just a dream. I even started giving myself cues as to how to determine whether I was awake or not, so I could look for things to identify if I was in a dream world or the "real" world.
It was especially frustrating for awhile, because there were times when I would wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. And in my foggy dream like state, I would shuffle to the bathroom, trying to keep my eyes open in the dark.
I'd sit on the toilet, eyes too heavy to hold open while I relieved myself. And then I would get wet, which woke me up! How embarrasing to wet the bed in real life when I had been doing the right thing in my dream! Imagine having to ask yourself every time you used the toilet, "Am I dreaming? If I am, I better wake up now, before I peeeee!"
And then there was the reoccurring dreams... one in particular haunted me regularly as a child... I was a prisoner in a large stone or brick castle, controlled & manipulated by an evil person, surrounded by acres of property, far from civiliation.
The property was surrounded by an electric fence & every time I would try to escape, I had to figure out how to bypass that fence, or test it to see if it was on or not. When I was fortunate, I'd get past the fence & run like heck to the woods, which had a public park in it & I would try to find people to hide & protect me. If I found no people, the evil person would force me back to the castle where I lived a miserable & lonely existence.
Interestingly enough, after years of reprieve from this dream, I experienced it shortly before I became permanently separated from my husband in 2002. At the time, I was living in a large brick & stone house, on 16 acres in the country, with electric fence surrounding the property, which was surrounded by woods, & near a public park, where I had been meeting a friend for advice about my relationship problems. Deja Vu!
The best dreams were when I was flying & I would be so ecstatic because I would think I was really awake, having used all the "clues" to determine I was really not dreaming, to have everyone realize that I wasn't making things up... but then I was fooled again, because I would wake up, yet again, to the "real" world.
I think our dreams also change as our lives change, the more stressful our lives, the less attention we have to pay to our dreams. The more responsibilities & the less sleep we have affects our ability to recall our dreams. And even if we do recall them, if we don't write them down or share them with others, they can be quickly lost to the daily activities of our "real" lives.
For years, I have not paid any attention to my dreams. But as my metaphysical & spiritual activities & interests increase, as I take more time to pay attention to my dreams, to search for meanings & messages, the more that is being revealed to me.
Take 2003, for instance... I had a dream about a spiritual man, the leader of a group of mostly spiritual Indian people, riding on the back of a male lion (the size of an elephant). He was a new age musician & the cover of one of his CD's was revealed to me, which was pink & purple.
In 2004, I discovered that at the same time of my dream, Sri Swamiji was visiting PA, about 1 hr. away from me, he is a leader of many spiritual people, most being Indians, he is a musician, the creator of healing music & has a CD with a pink & purple cover!
Yet, some of the dreams I have begun to have in the past couple of years have begun to cause me concern. Last May or June, I dreampt of a fire in a brick or concrete building, in India. I was floating in the air above the building, watching adults dressed in white, some wearing turbans, running out of the building.
I even told a friend of mine in India about the dream, but he had not heard of any large fires that fit the description. Then, in July, there was a terrible fire in a school in India in the news. Most of the children perished because the adults did not save them.
Dreams like this really make me wonder why I have been chosen to experience them. After all, I do not even live in India. I know some people there, but not many at all. Other than my past lives in India & my desire to travel to India, I really don't have much of a connection with the country, unless you consider a deep, unexplainable love for Mother India to be reason enough.
And even so, how can I help? What can I do with this knowledge? There were no dates, no town or city names revealed to me. And yet, the dreams of destruction continue.
On December 23, 2004, I dreampt of an earthquake & tsunamis. But in my dream, I did not know the location, except that it was tropical. Again, no dates, no times, no names revealed. The dream was frighteningly realistic, as I felt the ground shake, rattle & roll beneath me, as I saw a wall of water rising up into the air, from miles away, as if it were some supernatural cobra preparing to strike.
In the next instant, I was right in front of the wall of water, like a tiny fly, I was floating in mid air. It was like one of those natural disaster movies, showing miniature houses being destroyed via movie magic. But this was no movie & there was no magic involved. I am still questioning the destruction wraught upon this earth & her people.
How fortunate I am to be safe & sound while others have lost their loved ones, homes, possesions, lives, even. And while I have pondered the natural disasters, seeking messages from the Universe these past few months, I have been visited by yet another dream.
Last week, I dreampt that I was visiting a city. I had met an Indian man, who borrowed some money from me before I was preparing to return home. I went to a local mall, where I waited in line for the bathroom & held a woman's baby girl while she used the toilet.
I was concerned about missing the bus or train, so I left the mall & walked along the sidewalk in the city towards the station. A terrible storm came up, unexpectedly, high winds, debris flying in the air, rain pelting. A piece of glass or metal flew into my right eye, but I didn't have time or the ability to do anything but keep my eyes squinted due to the wind, rain & debris flying everywhere.
I reached the edge of the city or town & I had to cross an intersection with a wide dirt road to reach the metal & glass covered walkway which led to the station. I wondered if it was safe to cross the road, to enter the walkway, since the weather reminded me of a hurricane or tornadoe. But I decided to cross anyway.
While I was in the middle of the dirt road, I heard a rumbling & felt the ground shake & I looked to my left & saw a wall of water bearing down upon me at a fast rate. My thoughts were to run to the covered walkway instead of the city block behind me, but a voice told me not to enter the walkway. Fear propelled me forward, towards the walkway, but as I got close, metal panes were ripped from the sides, glass shattered & my entrance was blocked by sheet metal.
It was evident I didn't have enough time to return to the city block for shelter, before the water struck me, but I turned around & began running. Now I understand why people run from destruction, it's easier to fool yourself when it's behind you where you can't see it, vs. when it's to your side & in your field of vision. My instinct told me to run away, with the water to my rear, rather than run with the water to my side, bearing down on me.
But I couldn't outrun the water, regardless of the direction I took. I never reached the shelter of the city block. As the wall of water touched me, I held the thought of acceptance, somehow asking the Universe to help me. I didn't ask for protection, I just asked for assistance. After all, the water was created by the very same force that created me.
And then something amazing happened. I was lifted into the air, right on top of the wave, as if some invisible force picked me up & placed me on the water. And for a little while, I was reminded of my psuedo surfing days in California as a teen, as I attemped to glide upon the surface of the water. I never succeeded as a teen, but I was definately riding the waves this time.
The same invisible force placed me gently on dry ground & while I was trying to understand what had happened, I came across a chai stand. A couple was in front of me, getting their chai & as I waited, I realized the destruction was limitted to certain areas of the city. I began to make plans to help the city recover from the destruction & before I drank my chai, I woke up.
There must be a reason, a purpose for these haunting dreams, but what?
And with that question in mind, I prepare for sleep, for more dreams. Hopefully the answers will be revealed to me via the mystic messages of my dreams...
Sweet Dreams!
:) BombayJen
Not all dreams are realistic & those that are, sometimes don't appear to be at first. And some dreams are so realistic, it is difficult to determine if you are dreaming or awake. When I was a child, my dreams were so real to me that I would actually ask myself if I was awake or dreaming, while I was still in my dream.
Sometimes my dreams would be so scary, I would will myself to "Wake up! This is only a dream!" right before I was about to be murdered, or some other equally terrifying experience. Even though I became talented at willing myself awake, there were many nights I didn't want to go to sleep, or go back to sleep. Sleep was the enemy because that's when the dreams could creek up on me.
There would be times when I was awake that I would start telling people about events I had experienced, thinking they really happened, only to be told, "You were dreaming again, Jenny" or even worse, "Stop making things up."
I would wonder how something so real could only be a dream & why people didn't believe me. I really had to pay attention to everything I experienced in life & I began to ask myself if it was really happening, or if it was just a dream. I even started giving myself cues as to how to determine whether I was awake or not, so I could look for things to identify if I was in a dream world or the "real" world.
It was especially frustrating for awhile, because there were times when I would wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. And in my foggy dream like state, I would shuffle to the bathroom, trying to keep my eyes open in the dark.
I'd sit on the toilet, eyes too heavy to hold open while I relieved myself. And then I would get wet, which woke me up! How embarrasing to wet the bed in real life when I had been doing the right thing in my dream! Imagine having to ask yourself every time you used the toilet, "Am I dreaming? If I am, I better wake up now, before I peeeee!"
And then there was the reoccurring dreams... one in particular haunted me regularly as a child... I was a prisoner in a large stone or brick castle, controlled & manipulated by an evil person, surrounded by acres of property, far from civiliation.
The property was surrounded by an electric fence & every time I would try to escape, I had to figure out how to bypass that fence, or test it to see if it was on or not. When I was fortunate, I'd get past the fence & run like heck to the woods, which had a public park in it & I would try to find people to hide & protect me. If I found no people, the evil person would force me back to the castle where I lived a miserable & lonely existence.
Interestingly enough, after years of reprieve from this dream, I experienced it shortly before I became permanently separated from my husband in 2002. At the time, I was living in a large brick & stone house, on 16 acres in the country, with electric fence surrounding the property, which was surrounded by woods, & near a public park, where I had been meeting a friend for advice about my relationship problems. Deja Vu!
The best dreams were when I was flying & I would be so ecstatic because I would think I was really awake, having used all the "clues" to determine I was really not dreaming, to have everyone realize that I wasn't making things up... but then I was fooled again, because I would wake up, yet again, to the "real" world.
I think our dreams also change as our lives change, the more stressful our lives, the less attention we have to pay to our dreams. The more responsibilities & the less sleep we have affects our ability to recall our dreams. And even if we do recall them, if we don't write them down or share them with others, they can be quickly lost to the daily activities of our "real" lives.
For years, I have not paid any attention to my dreams. But as my metaphysical & spiritual activities & interests increase, as I take more time to pay attention to my dreams, to search for meanings & messages, the more that is being revealed to me.
Take 2003, for instance... I had a dream about a spiritual man, the leader of a group of mostly spiritual Indian people, riding on the back of a male lion (the size of an elephant). He was a new age musician & the cover of one of his CD's was revealed to me, which was pink & purple.
In 2004, I discovered that at the same time of my dream, Sri Swamiji was visiting PA, about 1 hr. away from me, he is a leader of many spiritual people, most being Indians, he is a musician, the creator of healing music & has a CD with a pink & purple cover!
Yet, some of the dreams I have begun to have in the past couple of years have begun to cause me concern. Last May or June, I dreampt of a fire in a brick or concrete building, in India. I was floating in the air above the building, watching adults dressed in white, some wearing turbans, running out of the building.
I even told a friend of mine in India about the dream, but he had not heard of any large fires that fit the description. Then, in July, there was a terrible fire in a school in India in the news. Most of the children perished because the adults did not save them.
Dreams like this really make me wonder why I have been chosen to experience them. After all, I do not even live in India. I know some people there, but not many at all. Other than my past lives in India & my desire to travel to India, I really don't have much of a connection with the country, unless you consider a deep, unexplainable love for Mother India to be reason enough.
And even so, how can I help? What can I do with this knowledge? There were no dates, no town or city names revealed to me. And yet, the dreams of destruction continue.
On December 23, 2004, I dreampt of an earthquake & tsunamis. But in my dream, I did not know the location, except that it was tropical. Again, no dates, no times, no names revealed. The dream was frighteningly realistic, as I felt the ground shake, rattle & roll beneath me, as I saw a wall of water rising up into the air, from miles away, as if it were some supernatural cobra preparing to strike.
In the next instant, I was right in front of the wall of water, like a tiny fly, I was floating in mid air. It was like one of those natural disaster movies, showing miniature houses being destroyed via movie magic. But this was no movie & there was no magic involved. I am still questioning the destruction wraught upon this earth & her people.
How fortunate I am to be safe & sound while others have lost their loved ones, homes, possesions, lives, even. And while I have pondered the natural disasters, seeking messages from the Universe these past few months, I have been visited by yet another dream.
Last week, I dreampt that I was visiting a city. I had met an Indian man, who borrowed some money from me before I was preparing to return home. I went to a local mall, where I waited in line for the bathroom & held a woman's baby girl while she used the toilet.
I was concerned about missing the bus or train, so I left the mall & walked along the sidewalk in the city towards the station. A terrible storm came up, unexpectedly, high winds, debris flying in the air, rain pelting. A piece of glass or metal flew into my right eye, but I didn't have time or the ability to do anything but keep my eyes squinted due to the wind, rain & debris flying everywhere.
I reached the edge of the city or town & I had to cross an intersection with a wide dirt road to reach the metal & glass covered walkway which led to the station. I wondered if it was safe to cross the road, to enter the walkway, since the weather reminded me of a hurricane or tornadoe. But I decided to cross anyway.
While I was in the middle of the dirt road, I heard a rumbling & felt the ground shake & I looked to my left & saw a wall of water bearing down upon me at a fast rate. My thoughts were to run to the covered walkway instead of the city block behind me, but a voice told me not to enter the walkway. Fear propelled me forward, towards the walkway, but as I got close, metal panes were ripped from the sides, glass shattered & my entrance was blocked by sheet metal.
It was evident I didn't have enough time to return to the city block for shelter, before the water struck me, but I turned around & began running. Now I understand why people run from destruction, it's easier to fool yourself when it's behind you where you can't see it, vs. when it's to your side & in your field of vision. My instinct told me to run away, with the water to my rear, rather than run with the water to my side, bearing down on me.
But I couldn't outrun the water, regardless of the direction I took. I never reached the shelter of the city block. As the wall of water touched me, I held the thought of acceptance, somehow asking the Universe to help me. I didn't ask for protection, I just asked for assistance. After all, the water was created by the very same force that created me.
And then something amazing happened. I was lifted into the air, right on top of the wave, as if some invisible force picked me up & placed me on the water. And for a little while, I was reminded of my psuedo surfing days in California as a teen, as I attemped to glide upon the surface of the water. I never succeeded as a teen, but I was definately riding the waves this time.
The same invisible force placed me gently on dry ground & while I was trying to understand what had happened, I came across a chai stand. A couple was in front of me, getting their chai & as I waited, I realized the destruction was limitted to certain areas of the city. I began to make plans to help the city recover from the destruction & before I drank my chai, I woke up.
There must be a reason, a purpose for these haunting dreams, but what?
And with that question in mind, I prepare for sleep, for more dreams. Hopefully the answers will be revealed to me via the mystic messages of my dreams...
Sweet Dreams!
:) BombayJen
posted by BombayJen | 6:05 AM
3 Comments:
Hi BombayJen,
This is a Fantastic Article! I truly appreciate your Passion for India!
I strongly believe that God is going to use You as a Great Blessing for the People in India and from India!
Even though I have been living here (in Pittsburgh) for many years, I am thankful to You for remanding us our Cultural values through your excellent articles. By the way, my Sister Lives in Bombay!
Thanks for sharing your Dreams, which has lot of significance!!
Best Wishes,
Raj
e-mail: Pittsburgh_Indian@Yahoo.com
Hello to New Castle! I actually know where that is having relatives living in the town. I too think dreams are another way our mind is trying to communicate with oneself. These days we are so bombarded with everything, I don't think we really pay attention to our inner voice or what's in our heart. I love dreaming and recently I've been fascinated with the toilet themed dreams.
I have compiled some links to interpretations and also links to other bloggers' accounts of their toilet themed dreams. :) If you are interested visit: searching4path. Just scroll through the posts you'll see links to the dream intepretations.
Dream on, prehaps understanding them will enable us to improve our day life. Thanks for sharing.
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