3D/4D bleed through Dream ?
I dreamed about my grandmother Elfriede (which I simply used to call "Oma"). She was standing in the kitchen, which looked more like the kitchen we have today in Stockholm albeit modified, showing different details. So, typically, she would do something related to like preparing dinner or doing the dishes, and I would halfway lean onto the kitchen bench next to her, us talking and discussing all the time. Even so this dream.
All of the sudden we started to speak about age... I asked her, at the same time reflected on my own in parallel, about her age... and said... then it hit me slowly...
- "Wait a minute... its 2021... and you are... but you are more than your age.... you are hundred !??"
My brain cells where still a bit slow... until I realized
- "...you died in 1994, Oma !!
She looked at me innocently, as if it was self evident..."yes, I died back then".
To me, this meant I was in a space or realm, or something in between - which was a bit different than the daily life normal... She showed me that she could be different people, and then transformed into a beautiful black, medium aged woman. Each person had a story... and memory burdens, which felt as if those drew subtle marks in their faces... At the same time, these persons where "the same". I still identified her as my Oma, my beloved grandmother.
Dimensional life stories / experiences
The dream shifted slightly and words make it difficult to describe... because things - appearances - where multifaceted. It showed an appearance, while at the same time could mean many things at the same time. Kind of "floating". Even terms of "time", highly flexible. As if you look at something, which contains a "timeline", but wasn't linear like we know linearity in our lives.
At one time i was watching from above down, seeing "broad lines", of lives or life stories. I could dive in an out of them. They were part of people. Some of them reminded me of lives and whereabouts from our Cassiopaean forum members. It was like watching a 2D graph, while at the same time looking at "three dimensional modeled life stories" - like long broad "ropes" or "story strips of life stories". At the same time there was an inner connection related to them all, through my feelings - feeling their "life stories". I was able to "drive in an out" of them, being connected to the content from within - while at the same still looking at them from an outside angle, hovering in the air. It was truly fascinating, puzzling, strange - and yet, not totally unfamiliar...
You would even give a sort of acknowledgement to the life stories lived - a little bit like we do here with emoticons after we read an entry somebody wrote. Yet not exactly the same or as simple. I knew these where "stories" who have been lived. It reminded me of like watching your/others lives, while at the same time understanding, that they both identification, while at the same time not. They were floating experiences. But you could feel them in detail, when you focussed on their live(stories).
I felt interesting to take part of peoples lives that way - which in the 3D realm only would be possible though people telling their lives stories and you listen to them and (perhaps) feel it - but you would do that only through your own imagination and experiences - not through theirs from inside.
Yet in this space - there was more dimensionality attached to everything, coming to live from within as well outside visually, where time worked "different". A longer experience looked at; was both are a "long line" while at the same time "a single dot", you are "in it" - nothing is "empty". At the same time you are also standing "outside of it".
(It feels strange to me, trying to put this in words. Sounds more like a syrupy morass of primitive spoken, endlessly repeated words in english )
Sculpturing out of what is
Another time, I was flying though the air, because we all needed a space to live in (housing ourselves into) - not as a need, more like a comfort - because we could (do or create like that). I usually fly in my dreams and always had that ability, so there wasn't anything strange to do it, in this dream either.
Through movements with hands and mind/feeling in (that) realm, you can shape objects. I see a large flat, reddish brown area, reminding me of a house's fundament. I lifted the surface, and it would gradually start to raise, modulate shapes and finer details would chisel out; becoming three dimensional into what looked like a large house complex...
Then I don't remember anything more - but gradually waking up yet still reflecting about this dream in half sleep, trying to form words around the experience (just a half hour ago), associating it as something like a "bleed through", something between 3D and 4D ? The feeling of having dreamed about my grandmother Elfriede was amazing... (it's been quite a while i "met" her in a dream) She was so clear in her shapes and being... I love her presence, anywhere, in life, as well beyond.