Dream One 4.15am Wakeup

Study Group, into animal properties and how they can be used in different ways. This part of the dream was sketchy AS ALWAYS true information was interrupted by something absurd or something pushing in to throw me off track. It dealt with snails, bulls, animals and their properties in motion, warfare, travel etc, how those animals have MUCH more use than just being visually nice to look at.

We were finishing up for the study year, and all of a sudden 3 of the people that had been helping me, turned against me and started shooting. I think conflict had wormed its way into the dream plane, in the form of small engagements or more aggressive uses for animals (stars), but then it was all around me, the thin laboratory/office I was in bullets were flying everywhere.  One of the trusted men couldn't help me as his work was due in (90 days or angle or something 90 was important), then the battle in the office continued, grenades going off as usual etc.

These are usually light bullets sent from my solar plexus, or projectiles of energy/vortexes surrounding the matter they create.

Eventually it turned into play acting saying I shot you there, so you should have been hit like that, that is when I was becoming more and more lucid so I woke up. It was a largerly red hallway/office, reflective, like the pictures of Sevan's ship on the rotation banner at the top of this site.

I really felt like we were making breakthroughs on the connection between animals and stars till this happened!

Dream Two 7.30am (ish) Wakeup

Library Learning, Mini Matrix.

Walking into a large modern library/school, with many offices of people learning on computers, I kept exploring recalling much of the detail but not all. Many programs were being run, some on computers, some in isolated scientific wings. It was about then the place detected I was lucid enough to remember all of this and dictate my path, not lucid/lucid but dream aware ;). So the place started to rearrange, the stairs I was walking back down suddenly shifted to block my path, so I simply jumped over them, landing in the middle of computer room. The student/dreamer behind me was confused, as to where the stairs had gone, I pointed above me to her right and she continued on.

Exploring the downstairs of this complex, an agent asked if he could have a word, I was fairly calm, i've been interviewed before. He sat me down, in a small warehouse area at a table, I knew the briefcase had cameras in it, but i'd considered I was always filmed in the library, and have always been filmed by higher powers all my life anyway, so I had no fear. There were others in the background out of sight, but satisfied I was just looking around and causing no trouble I continued on my way.

I came to a small white hallway, at the end of it was a curtain with various cluttered artefacts. A blind woman came by me and went to the curtain, starting to dig through them. She turned to me, having blue/grey eyes, and called for help to her assistant, realising it was not me, a small girl came over and helped her. She seemed concerned that an aware dreamer was here at all, and made note of it in what she said, blustering around to leave, almost knocking over a small reception desk on the way out. The desk was metalic looking, old gothic metal. The pair then could be heard in the room next door, there was an open hatch where a counter was sat, talking about that man in the other room (me) :) .

So I continued on my way casually, downstairs I walked out of the building in a small street, there was a rotating arm to let people out, like a ticket vendor. Along this small outside street, lay two dark brown buildings, with hints of gold in them. The first read SPIRITUAL POLICE in large letters on the right, the second further down was a latin name, something implying deep knowledge within. I backed off from that one, sensing it was what was behind all of this, and much of the troubles on earth infact. A secret society type of building, that is when I woke up.

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Concerns:

I realise a great deal of collective psyche is geared up for aggression, and I realise we take on board spirits all the time that are not fed by us in the waking world, especially in sleep in a dense environment; finding ourselves triggered by past movies, stories, vortexes, shapes and images, we exposed ourselves to, when I fed my mind with such things in my sleeping years.

I am able to whether a lot of damage in the dream world, however someone I care about now has taken on board the spirits that I've been wrestling with ever since I woke up or even began to wake up, and although she disarmed them better than I ever did, she bears physical bruises and small cuts from those struggles in the dream. One of the female gangster types from my dreams, who was in a conflict external to her, started shooting up the car (protective shell) she was in, trying to kill her. Then went in to finish the job, I am used to dealing with them after a year of it, but she is not.

So I need options here, even if its just to go head to head relentlessly against whatever 4D entity is throwing these punches. I have all the defense I could ever need personally for 3d entities but it never solved the issue, time travel even after dream death, teleportation to created scenes, speed etc. However I am fighting back a lot more often now, which usually results in a shoot out, using light/stars/energy or animals put into projectile/sound form as the weapons. This is what stars/sounds in physical form are imho, stars put into matter surrounded by vortexes of energy that are propelled toward targets. (Best guess thus far.)

How do I end these wars across realms I find myself in, is the only solution going into every single battle guns blazing, or moving away (literally on defense or physically in RL)? It still seems like abandoning the entire community, family etc to whatever fate they are going through. The second I go lucid, 4d entities grind me back down, remaining partially lucid I am playing the game by their rules, which is usually a shoot out (fight/flight).

Thanks for reading all of this,
Mark