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Dreams and Meditations Bring Buried Memories of Encounters?

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By Regan Lee
The Orange Orb
 

No idea why, but lately I've been thinking, very mildly mind you, of an old boyfriend of mine when I was a teenager. This is more than forty years ago.  At the time, of course I was madly, wildly, deeply, subterraneanly deeply, in love. The breakup was awful, oh, it was the end of the world! Of course years later I realized we really had nothing in common, even then I remember, as in love as I was (or thought I was, being a teenager)  that he was a bit of a stick in the mud and except for hormones and some shared skewed views on things didn't have much in common with each other.

So, as I say, no idea why over the past couple of weeks this person has been popping into my head. Well, memories and all that; they come, they go, they revisit. Last night I had a dream, and this individual was in it.

The dream went back and forth between decades ago when I was a teenager and present time. His presence was there as a marker in the landscape, a person who was important only because of what follows and not anything to do with relationships. In fact, I'm surprised and a bit irritated he's around; why now I ask in the dream.  I really don't like him at all. Nothing in common. Go away. But dream scenes shift and we're standing here, then back there... and then I sense UFOs. I see one that has landed behind us and I know there are others in the area, also landed. Waiting. We’re standing just outside the woods that are behind us. The UFOs -- and entities of some kind, though their appearance remains “invisible” -- are in those woods. We know they’re there, and we’ve seen them. Something happened but we don’t remember.  And I hear a voice in the dream; someone from above in response to my question within the dream: why is this person in my dream? The voice tells me it's because of the sighting we had together; I need to remember this sighting, the voice continued, this person and I had shared a UFO encounter and I had forgotten about it. Now it’s time to remember.

Another Old Friend: The Blue Light

Years ago I had a dream of a female friend from high school. In the dream, we are running down a street, woods behind us but we're in a neighborhood of street lights and houses.  It's nighttime. We're running from a UFO with a blue light on top. We're screaming and very afraid. The UFO is chasing us, following us with intent. I don't remember specifics but do know that much more has gone on already; were we inside the UFO at one time? These are thoughts I have within the dream.

This person and I remained friends for years, but over time she stopped socializing with us. I think it's because she is a  scientific minded person and thought we were getting too woo, but I've always been woo, and she's always known that. The last time I saw her involved a strange episode: my husband and I were on vacation on the coast. We were sitting in a restaurant; I don't know what made me think of this person, whom I hadn't seen in years, but I randomly said to Jim  "Wouldn't it be funny if "Heather" walked in right now?" and not five minutes later, she walks in and sits down at a table not far from ours. (“Heather” did not iive on the coast.)

Trance Like State: The Painting and the Star

The following isn’t a dream, exactly, but I was in an altered state. Not quite asleep, but not completely awake. I had been looking at a painting I had done that was hanging on my wall. I had titled the painting Santa Cruz; it reminded me of the towns outside Santa Crux on Highway 9 where I lived for a time: Brookdale, Ben Lomand, Felton,Boulder Creek. Soon I found myself remembering a time when I was with my father and other family members. I was fifteen or sixteen. It was night, we were standing by a swiftly flowing creek. I was really there; I could smell the water, feel the cold air, and see the twinkling of the stars. I was watching the sky, thinking how beautiful the stars were. I was remembering a true event. I was startled to see that one of the “’stars” began moving! And I had the realization that this was no star, but a UFO. I had the clear thought during this memory that this sighting wasn’t a part of this memory, no such sighting had taken place. Then I heard a voice tell me that this did happen, and I know it did. That’s why I painted the painting with the slivery light above the hills and water which abstractly represented the UFO. The voice told me: “You know what you saw that night.”

Buried Hints, or Just Mind Ramblings?

Are these dreams and voices true indicators of a literal UFO encounters? Or are they only mergings of memory and thoughts within a dreaming mind?

 

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