[HarryMet]

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I brought this over from the 1st dream experiment by Beekeeper and hoping for some input.

July 20
9:30 a.m.

This was very long and involved. I started trying to remember it as soon as I woke up, but early elements are slipping away.

The setting is a sky-rise downtown. I'm with daughter Liz. She is having her car washed in this building which looks like a parking garage with a winding road that rises higher and higher to the top level. She wants to run up the road to where the car is being washed and running ahead she slips in the soapy water flowing down from the level where cars washed. She gets up and runs on, laughing and having a great time. She scampers up some steel structure like the bins at work to the top of a little inner building runs out to the edge pauses only a second and jumps off. She's done this jumping off heights before, been practicing it which I think is nonsense but this time she hurts herself and falls back on the concrete moaning.

She's quite young at this point and I'm still her Father/Protector. I check her shins ankles and feet but nothing seems to be broken so I get her up and she starts to fall back down but I hold her up and she is able to start putting a little pressure on her legs and feet again and quickly starts walking as usual. I tell her we ought to just let them wash the car and bring it back to us, but she insists the fun is running up to where it's being washed. So we continue up the road.

We decide to take a freight elevator and get on with a few other people. I have a tail hanging out of my shirt or jacket. I assume it's a mouse's tail as it is soft and gray. Somehow it gets stuck up in the corner of the ceiling as the elevator rises. The elevator stops and we get off. We walk into a large banquette hall, preparations are being made for some gathering. We are told that this floor is closed for now and we have to leave so we get back on the service elevator but when the elevator starts rising this tail seems to be anchored so that being pulled through the crack in the ceiling it is being slowly but inexorably skinned. We notice it's not a tail but a snake and it's being skinned down to its bloody pink white meat.

I look in my jacket and see a claw hammer with, as I suspected, a mouse in the claw his tail coming through the split in the head of the hammer. I look back up and the snake is totally skinned now and broken free. I grab it and it bites me. I keep trying to catch it behind the head but I keep missing and it bites my fingers repeatedly. I drop it. The elevator stops and we get out on the roof of the building where the cars are washed. It's a nice sunny day.

Liz goes to see about her car and I think I'd better go clean up the mess in the elevator before somebody gets freaked out about it. I walk back in and there's this skinless white snake in a smear of blood and its vacant skin lying there. I bend over to pick it up but it streaks out the door, amazingly fast. I run after it and it dashes off again and I lose it altogether down a crack or crevice in the building.

I decide to forget about the snake and when I go back to the elevator there are a few people on it. The elevator descends a floor and opens on the hall where the function or gathering was being organized. I get off with the other people. I walk into the large room. People are milling about, refreshments being served at a table with a punch bowl. An attractive lady walks up to me. She has an administrative air, primly dressed in a pale yellow 'silk' shirt and a black velvet skirt with heels. I ask her what the gathering is about and she tells me this is a conference, she teaches (a word I've never heard) which is memory skills; how to remember. I think to myself I memorize well, but is that what she means? and she walks off.

Now my mission is to reconnect with Liz, she's my transportation, but instead of going back to the service elevator I leave the room through the public entrance. The building on this side is really quite elegant. I take some stairs paneled in oak that descend into a court room where a judge is at the bench giving instructions. I think I recognize the voice but when I've made my way down this sort of amphitheater court room I see it isn't who I expected, whoever that was.

I start losing the sense of gravity the more I descend and realize I can slip along the chair backs. I leave the court room having not been noticed and take up the stairs again, this time gliding easily and quickly down them until I emerge on the street. There are a number of pedestrians on the sidewalk and I make my way through them quickly as I can, but I'm starting to feel a little panicked about finding my daughter again. I think certainly if I keep circling the court house she'll eventually drive by looking for me. I take out my cell phone, but the screen is cracked and the buttons are just painted on. It's no good. I don't like the idea of asking a stranger to borrow his.

I start running and quickly realize that with a quick run and a hop I can cover a city block all at once. But I miss my landing and slip off a ledge to another street below. No big deal, I just float down. Somehow I realize if I throw my feet up over my head (do a somersault of sorts in the air) I gain a good deal in height and distance.

I see below me the neighborhood I am 'skipping' through is dilapidated inner-city - not a good neighborhood for a stroll. I'm losing the effects of gravity altogether and with the next hop and roll I'm gliding high above it all. I see off and below two men walking, one wearing a baggy black suit and crumpled broad-brimmed hat, also black and decide to go in for a look. I buzz him a little closer than I intended and he turns his head and looks at me, but without any interest. (I often wonder that people don't wonder at a flying guy.) I get a good look at his face and it's burnt-orange with the texture of an iguana - even his mouth is iguana-like.

I veer off and come upon some young punks, Latinos I think, talking violence of some sort. There is a young pregnant girl with them. I think what a tragic thing it might be if gravity pulled me down here, and wake up in a sweat.

[WoCTrt0X]

Hello, Richard.

Some thoughts about this.

There's a lot of references to different levels and heights, so one could look at it as a plane of experience. There's some point of reference at the end of your description - the punks talking violence might indicate the lower astral as the lowest reference point.

The non-reaction to your flying overhead could be various phenomena, for example people you see could be sleepers without any significant degree of lucidity or presence. They're oblivious to their environment, I think Robert Monroe described this for example.

There's a reference to a night school lesson. The topic - how to memorise better - looks very similar to all the night school references I've read it in other's OBE references, like Monroe for example. Mind skills are common, I think. Like giving people additional tools to handle their lives better.

The information you gleam from inspecting the woman seems to pertain to her function - her degree of development (administration could imply a higher level of teacher or guide).

For a while I've been seeing mobile phones in people's dreams here on site as a symbol for communication with a higher self or with a higher plane. It's your link "up," for example. "High" as in "high tech." That your means of communication is broken here might be a reflection of your unwillingness to ask for help. You might not be willing to reach out for the information at this moment that you would need to understand what happened in that courtroom - what it's function was.

"Washing the car" could relate to a purification of the energy body.

The snake is often used as a symbol for rebirth because it sheds its skin. So we can assume this is about change. But this change is deeper than the skin. So, a change that goes below the surface. Blood is life force, energy. A change at the deeper level, the energetic level. The imagery might imply you have some trouble handling the changes.

I think the gravity you think about in the end is the confining force you would feel if you'd be at that stage of your learning as these people, restraining you to that level. Of course you would experience this as severely limiting and tragic. If you'd change that statement you'd see how the attitudes and behaviours of the punks you see confine them to where they are, and this is tragic in a sense, if you're inclined to see it from your perspective (or here: vantage point). Limitations one has largely grown out of never look attractive.

There's no going back - growth invariably changes one and creates a distance. You can see this reflected in the many posts on this site where people say they can no longer relate to the people they grew up with.

Cheers,
Oliver