My friend and Dream On reader, Lindsay Wood, shared a dream she had with me and gave me permission to share it with you. It goes like this:
I was being chased by what can only be described as a UFO, then eventually, when it caught up to me, a Being emerged, came to me, and pointed a finger at my stomach and just held it there. Then the dream ended with an alien finger on my third chakra. So bizarre.
Lindsay is so into decoding her dreams that she got an app called “Way Of Dreams” to interpret. (If you check out the app, let us know how it goes.) She messaged me a screenshot of a page in the app interpreting the above dream:
Aliens portray how you are exploring aspects of yourself, which you find difficult to “identify with.” Your sense of being different from the group (and how you feel about it) will be portrayed by how ‘foreign’ the characters appear in your dreams.
Lindsay had that dream the night before she testified for a settlement on behalf of the Lands/Camp Fire in California. The app interpretation makes sense to me, given the pressure she was feeling. But I wonder things like, How does the subconscious know what an alien looks like? Why do so many people collectively dream of similar alien features like huge eyes and strange oblong faces?
I’ve only had a couple of alien dreams in my life.
In one dream, I was in a park having a picnic with my family - my mother, father, brother, and possibly an aunt or uncle. We were sitting at a picnic table, eating food, and a lake or large pond was across the meadow from us, with ducks swimming on it. The sky darkened like it was almost night, then a giant ship landed in the grass between our table and the pond. A ramp extended from the side of the shiny, smooth, metal oblong ship, and super bright light poured out when a door opened. Aliens with giant heads and big, wide eyes walked out on what looked like stick legs under a squat body that seemed wrinkly. One of the aliens walked to our table and told us it was time to get in; we needed to leave this place. I didn’t want to go. I wasn’t going anywhere without my family. I felt a magnetic love pull my body to the earth, with a strong desire to hug and hang onto the ground, to stay. My family decided we should go with them. I was the last one up the ramp and already felt homesick for Planet Earth before I even walked through the door. Then I woke up.
What the hell does that mean, “Way Of Dreams?” At the time, I was having a lot of dreams that showed catastrophic earth changes, so that alien dream really freaked me out. The dream happened ten years ago, and my family and I are still here (wipes forehead and whispers Thank God.)
When my friends wonder why I’m always in “prepare for shit” mode, they should spend a year in my dream world. They’d be stashing food and matches in their car too if they dreamed my dreams. Maybe that’s why I have habitually journaled since I was twenty years old. If the mother-ship returns someday and I disappear, there will be proof I was here on Planet Earth.
I hope I get to be an old lady. I hope I get to comb through my mountain of dream journals when I’m ninety, cackling at the absurdity of life, rocking on the porch, ruminating on the crazy-ass things the dreams foretold that happened… and thankfully, the ones that didn’t happen at all.
Here’s to the mother-ship and the Beings - Aliens to ourselves, or from another world. I actually hope I never meet you, except of course, in my dreams. ☆
Love the photo.