One part of the experience of a successful OBE is remembering dreams. I've always had very vivid dreams, and very detailed memories of them. I believe that dreams are a significant indicator of our emotional/vibrational state, and I thought that I would recount my dreams here as part of this journey. Here're some details from last night's. I would welcome an interpretation from anyone who feels moved to respond.
"I am sitting in a full classroom with a female instructor, and all male students. The walls are green, and although the classroom has wndows, there's a slightly dark quality to it. The subject is some kind of social science, and the teacher is commenting on what she perceives as an imbalance between men and women in the world of cartoon superheroes. 'Superheroes are always men,' she is saying. 'Their bodies are always sinewy and masculine.' Some students in the class are booing her comments. Interestingly enough, she is dressed in a very close-fitting rusty red body suit and her body is extremely muscular. She begins to walk around the classroom while she's speaking, and comes to stand near where I'm sitting, at the far end of the classroom. She begins to look directly at me while she continues to teach the class.
The scene changes to the instructor's house. She is making preparations for a party, and I'm helping. The walls are beige, and there is a lot of light flowing through the room I'm in. She asks me to take something that she's prepared out of the fridge(?), and take it to an oven that's located somewhere outside. I open the fridge(?) and take two large trays of what looks like cut cauliflower sebments with cheese sprinkled on top. As I'm taking the trays outside, one of them tilts and the contents fall to the ground. I yell out, "Oh crap!" The host/instrcutor doesn't seem too bothered by it. I follow her up a path to the oven. On the way, I see the CEO of the company I currently work for (in real life) walking ahead of us in a bright green shirt with silvery gold embroidery all over it. (This is the second time this week that I've dreamt about him). He disappears ahead of us and we continue up the garden path to the oven. We put the one tray - the one that I didn't spill - and take out a gourmet looking pizza that had been cooking in there. It was covered with what looked like olives, herbs, and roasted tomatoes.
We make our way back down to the house and I begin to pick up the cauliflower - that has now changed to chicken - from off the ground where I spilled it. I managed to "save" enough to fill another tray. The rest of what's on the ground is covered in bright red flies. They are buzzing and landing on everything, even the pizza we just took out of the oven. I get that uncomfortable itchy/scratchy feeling when I'm around swarming insects, but the instructor/host isn't bothered by them at all. I offer to clean up the mess, but there's already someone else doing that. and it's all gone almost instantly. The guests start arriving. There's one man, tall, brown-haired with a beard. a bit broadly built, and a bit dishevelled, with whom I share an uncomfortable glance."
The dream got fuzzy at this point, and I woke up shortly afterward.
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