Dreamed the other night about something out of the norm, whatever that is when one dreams, but this was a short strange dream – maybe it was not short, but cannot recall the start and end fringes, but It was strange; 
In a house, not familiar, a friend of my son’s who is not central to our lives and one who has qualities that are questioning, somewhat dark, came running up a flight of stairs from below; basement perhaps. He was shouting something about ghosts.
Hearing this, ran down the stairs into a darkish room, no windows - brick lined walls. Looking around, did not really see anything, then suddenly, from the corner of the room there appeared two small girls (5 year olds +/-) in old fashioned dresses; red & light blue with frilled collars and sleeves. They were partly transparent and knew they were not from this density and all that came to mind as something to say, in a slightly panicked voice, was something like, “you don’t belong here, go back to the light” repeated.
Woke in a startled way because of my wife’s insistence, said i had been agitated and mumbling incoherently; even woke the dog up.
Anyway this dream has stayed with me for the last few days – have not yet swept it under the rug. This does not sound particularly profound or meaningful, but it was downright strange - wanted to write it down as i’ve been trying to do with dreams.
Don’t know if it is like T.C Lethbridge’s discussion about capturing slides of a film without beginning or end. And my comment to them seems to have been manifested by what was learned in reading LKJ’s discussions in sessions with beings not of our incarnate world; don’t think i would have said that otherwise.
In a house, not familiar, a friend of my son’s who is not central to our lives and one who has qualities that are questioning, somewhat dark, came running up a flight of stairs from below; basement perhaps. He was shouting something about ghosts.
Hearing this, ran down the stairs into a darkish room, no windows - brick lined walls. Looking around, did not really see anything, then suddenly, from the corner of the room there appeared two small girls (5 year olds +/-) in old fashioned dresses; red & light blue with frilled collars and sleeves. They were partly transparent and knew they were not from this density and all that came to mind as something to say, in a slightly panicked voice, was something like, “you don’t belong here, go back to the light” repeated.
Woke in a startled way because of my wife’s insistence, said i had been agitated and mumbling incoherently; even woke the dog up.
Anyway this dream has stayed with me for the last few days – have not yet swept it under the rug. This does not sound particularly profound or meaningful, but it was downright strange - wanted to write it down as i’ve been trying to do with dreams.
Don’t know if it is like T.C Lethbridge’s discussion about capturing slides of a film without beginning or end. And my comment to them seems to have been manifested by what was learned in reading LKJ’s discussions in sessions with beings not of our incarnate world; don’t think i would have said that otherwise.
