Dream: Wrestlers

Place of action: my grandma’s house. I met my childhood’s friend Erikas. We used to practice Greek-Roman Wrestling as well as the other martial arts together. In addition, we were classmates and good friends. He used to fight me most of the time, because he was much heavier than I was.

We entered one of the rooms; it was lit superficially. I suggested us to fight because it was a long time since we tried our skills together. I was setting up the mats for our fighting while I was talking. He was unsure about Karate, but I was able to convince him to wrestle with me.

We shook our hands, but he did not release mine, and attempted to perform some kind of a throw on me. I was faster and inflicted pain on his hand. I threw him on the ground immediately. He became nervous and stood up promptly. We fought again. This time he tried to throw me by my arm, but I was faster and locked his hands behind him using my legs and arms. He collapsed on the ground and could do nothing but tap the ground just to show he is giving up.

He was unhappy, but tried to hide it. He asked me to come outside the building because he was anxious to show me something. He was holding me on my clothing by my throat all the time we walked. Then he was trying to inflict pain on my left arm but my counterattack was successful, so I was in control. I was holding him by his arm so he could not perform any tricks on me again. We came to a big steel construction and I released his arm.

He showed me some kind of a Digital Audio Tape, and asked if I want to have it back, because he was anxious to destroy it in revenge. I could also see some 5.5” floppy diskettes lying on the dirty ground. I understood there was my electronic dance music recorded on them that I made during my university times. I was aware the Chernobyl Computer virus destroyed all of those files. I also knew I had the same audio data backed up on my CDs so I encouraged him to destroy it all. He destroyed the DAT by his foot in no time.

I turned my back on him and returned to the house. I met my uncle in the kitchen. He was having a discussion with my grandma, his mother. I reached for a drink then went to the bedroom. My neighbor Jenny, was there preparing some kind of lamb dish. She was talking constantly, laughing and throwing peaces of orange onto the lamb dish while it was cooking. Erikas entered the room, but now he looked as my cousin Mindaugas. He laid down on a bed and listened to Jenny.

Astral Projection: Flying Rider (47)

I was thrown out of my body somewhere I could see nothing but endless ground covered by snow. There was a clear blue sky above me. I noticed I was barefoot, but I could not feel the cold of the snow because decided not to.

I walked several steps, turned around – there were no signs of my footsteps. I observed the beautiful sky once more. There was a black spot moving from left to right. I lifted myself closer to it using my will power. Now I could recognize a horse. It was running in the sky, there was a female rider on it.

I flew even closer to them. Now I could see her beautiful face, her black hair was fluttering in the wind. She rode very graciously. I attempted to catch up with her but the horse was much faster, also she did not notice me.

I returned on the ground and glanced at the horizon. There was some kind of a building far away. Instantaneously I appeared by the main entrance. It was a wooden house with big glass windows. There were people walking and communicating inside. I realized there was some kind of office. People could not see me as if I was a ghost. I noticed a very beautiful secretary and decided to make love with her. She was able to see me somehow and was positive about my attempt. As soon as I kissed her, I reintegrated with my body.

Astral Projection: Endless Hallway (25)

As soon as I escaped my body, I felt the Astral Wind carried me away. I saw an endless hallway of red bricks with lots of arches on the right side of it. There was the light flowing through those arches. I could see a beautiful landscape with mountains and trees. Absolute silence was surrounding the whole area. I had a feeling of complete peace and tranquility as I flew through that hallway. There was a sensation as if everything was under water.

Vision: Controlled Thunderbolts

I was sitting on the stairs by the main entrance to my ex-high school. It was a sunny day. A known person came and sat beside me. I used to see him at my University. He said he wants to give me a present, and it was a calculator. I replied, it is very kind of him, but he already gave me a calculator last year.

He took the calculator out of his handbag anyway. There was some kind of handle connected to it. I suspected it was an electromagnetic field measurement device. I could see the numbers on the calculator screen changing rapidly. I wondered why and looked around.

Far back at the horizon I noticed black clouds gathering and a storm coming up. I invited everyone around me to observe this phenomenon. Soon afterwards, we observed how huge blasts of thunderbolts were coming down on the city and burned it down. I understood it was a weather control example and we started to think about our evacuation.

I was about to move to the underground emergency facilities together with the others but I heard someone calling my name from outside. I ran towards the voice. It kept calling. As I ran closer, I was able to recognize the voice of Kazimieras. I still could not see him because there was some kind of construction obstacles on my way.

Darkness was falling from the sky; the signs of storm coming up started to show off. There was a sensation of terror and evil all over the place. Finally, I found my friend. His face was changed; it looked younger, slimmer as if he was starving for a week or so. We fell into each other arms happy with tears. Then he showed me his hands – they we deformed because of the thunderbolt strike. He told me how that happened. There was also another young woman listening to his story.

He was at a grocery store hiding from the storm with other people when the thunder stroke. All of the people in there were soaked in rain and there were so many of them that they could not avoid touching each other; so when the thunder stroke everybody was shaking in agony because the electrical current was running right through them. It was a perfect human electrical circuit.

When he finished his story we stood under a massive bridge and waited for the storm to calm down.

Astral Projection: Empty Seats (24)

After the separation happened, I found myself spinning in the middle of my childhood’s room at my grandma’s place. I was spinning in a fashion as if I was facing the center of my spinning circle’s center. The circumference of the circle was about two meters.

The room was dark, but there was a pleasant light flowing from the hallway. I could see prepared meditation seats in my fashion. The seats were allocated in such way that they formed a half circle. There were pillows and the bed sheets on the floor. The pillows were deformed so that they appeared to me as if invisible man were still sitting on them.

I knew in my heart my yoga teacher, his wife and my other yogi friend just meditated in this place, but they were gone somewhere. I felt warm sensations in my mind as if those above-mentioned people were calling me to join them. A moment after that I reintegrated with my physical body.

Vision: Three Bearded Men

It was a sunny day no clouds whatsoever. The sun was glaring right in to our eyes.
My friend Craig and I were going somewhere in a car on the top of a skyscraper. He was driving I was sitting in the passenger seat at his right.

I turned my head to the right and glanced through the window. There were three colored wax bust statues of three bearded men. They resembled Carl Marx, Engels and Lenin. Those statues were about three meters in height. My ex-classmate Ramunas was sitting on the substructure nearby.

When I turned my head back so I can observe the road again, I found my driver friend nestled to my left shoulder. I had realized there was nobody controlling the car and we were about to go off the roof. I knocked Craig and he managed to stop our car on time.

Astral Projection: Native Street (51)

I woke up at about 7 o’clock in the morning. I could not get asleep again so I turned on my back and started to practice the Full Body Circuit energy exercise. After some time I became bored and turned around so my body was lying on the belly. I felt I was relaxed and began falling asleep. At the same time, I felt pre-OBE vibrations starting to take over my body. This was surprising to me because it never happened while lying on belly. I relaxed and let it go. After a few moments, I felt I was separating from my body.

It was dark in my eyes and a sound of baby crying fade in. I felt uneasy, but I maintained calmness and ignored any disturbances. I felt my physical body at the same time was breathing through the mouth, but I did not attempt to change anything because I knew any physical tension or movement would cause my projection to fail.

Suddenly I saw a fireball. It was like a shiny ball of lava suspended in the air and changing its form constantly. Initially it was colored but later I could see it only in black & white. When the ball faded out of my view, I could see a room. I found myself hanging at the ceiling of an unknown room. The cry of a baby was still in my ears but I could not see any source of this sound.

I saw the view is going blur so I had sent some energy into my navel center and my view was OK again. I started to navigate through the apartment. It looked old. The floor was worn out. I had an idea of visiting my homeland but the transportation failed. Then I thought it would be great to find a mirror and take look at myself. I found it but I was unable to look at it. Even if I forced my eyes, they would not look that direction.

I had noticed a balcony outside the room and flew straight through the window towards it. When I leaned down I had noticed I was on floor 9 or something. I knew nothing could harm me, but still was anxious to jump down on a street below me. While I was flying down I still could hear the sound of a baby but this time there was the voice of my god mother trying to calm the baby down.

When I was on the ground, I could recognize my native street that I grew up. In addition, I could recognize my parents’ house, but it was changed. It was new, modern, and clean with lots of challenge cups on the windowsills that could be seen from outside.

Then I decided to peek into my neighbors’ house, I jumped inside straight through the window, noticed a baby sleeping and reintegrated with my physical body.

Right after my return, I could hear the most wonderful Indian stringed instrument music playing near the top of my head. It was indeed beautiful and I was about to cry.