This is a recurring dream experience that I’ve had over the years. More accurately, it is an element in the dream, not the entire dream itself. I have heard and read accounts of people who also had this element in their dreams. In some cases it’s been regarded as an out of body experience (OBE) more than a ‘dream’. I’m not going to debate here whether it’s either or, I’m just focusing on the experience/element.
I begin by relating one of the dreams that had this particular element:
The dream began by finding myself standing in an open field, there was some foliage here and there and in the distance, around half-mile to a mile was a hill. I was facing in the direction of the hill. I was wearing a black shirt and black pants. In front of me and to the left was a small pedestal and my left hand was resting on it.
Beyond the hill I could see the top of a large dome and part of the building it was on. It looked similar to the large dome of the palace on the planet Naboo in one the Star Wars movies. Here is an image of the dome in the movie, just picture the dome and building it’s on by itself, no other domes or structures.
The weather was that of a warm, summer day, I didn’t feel any breezes. I just stood there and enjoyed the view of the land, the dome and sky. It was a very calm and pleasant feeling.
After a few moments I noticed to the left of me (around 50ft or so) two things: a row of ramshackle shacks and an old, black woman walking along in front of them. She seemed around 90 years old, very thin, bony, and with white hair. She was wearing a simple off-white dress.
She didn’t notice me until she was nearer. Then when she saw me she started shouting and flailing her arms. She didn’t get close to me, she stayed near the shacks. In short, she seemed not to like the fact that I was there, she was really upset. Her physical and verbal rant was nonstop. She was speaking a language I did not understand nor could I refer it by sound to any language I knew about.
Then I saw a young, black man walking toward us. He was tall and looked physically fit. He noticed what was going on and then bypassed her and walked toward me. He got about 5 feet or so feet from me and looked at me curiously. I’m 6’2" so I figured his height to be around 6’6".
I said to him something to the effect that I was there simply enjoying this beautiful day and looking at the view and then something about not wanting to bother anyone, in reference of course to the older woman’s reaction.
He looked at me for a moment and then slowly showed a slight smile. he then turned and walked over to the woman. She was still ranting and then suddenly he said some words to her; again, like with the woman, I did not understand the language he was using. He was very firm in whatever he had said, it seemed along the lines of, Enough! Stop your screaming, and then something that made her walk away from us. She stopped her rant and just walked away quietly.
He then came back to me and smiled knowingly, the expression on his face was that of someone who realized what was going on, not about the woman, etc., but about the situation itself. He then put his arm out as to motion to me to go with him. I turned and began to walk with him. At that moment the dream ended. By the way, through all of this until I turned and followed him, my left hand was resting on the small pedestal I mentioned earlier.
As with any dream there are things that can be analyzed, symbolisms, and so on. With the dream I just related it’s open to those interpretations too but the most noticeable and remembered feature in these types of dreams for me was that element where someone in the dream, in this case the young man, seemed to act out of context in regard to the dream, or more to the point, to my presence in the dream.
For example, the reader may be familiar with Robert Monroe. I think it was him or another author, can’t remember which, who related an out of body experience he had. He found himself in a place similar to my dream, a nice country-like setting, trees, etc. As he was standing under a tree there enjoying the view he noticed a young girl riding a bicycle toward him. As she got nearer she got off the bike and walked toward him and bringing the bike along holding the handlebars. She got to a certain point, about 20 feet or so from him and then she said, “You’re a traveler, aren’t you?” Monroe, having had many previous experiences in OBEs said to her that yes, he was. She smiled and replied, “I thought so”. Then she got back on the bike, said goodbye to Monroe and then rode away.
For me, and no doubt for others who have had these types of dreams, the interesting aspect apart from any other information from the dream is that someone in the dream recognized me as someone who was having a dream or an OBE. As example, imagine yourself as that young man. You hear a commotion, someone shouting. You go over to see what’s going on. You see the old woman and then look to the left and see someone standing there whom you have never seen before. You walk over to them. As you’re standing there trying to figure out who this person is and hearing them talk in a strange language you notice a particular characteristic about them. You figured it out, you smile. You turn to the old woman, you tell her to stop screaming, that there’s nothing to worry about, to go back home. You turn back to the ‘stranger’ and help him move along.
In all the dreams that I’ve had with this element, there has been a ‘helper’ of some sort. The dreams of course are different re the people, scenes, and so on. The helpers are different, sometimes a man, sometimes a woman. Sometimes the situation seemed a tense one, sometimes a pleasant one. But in all of them what remained most vivid in my recollection of the dream afterward was that aspect of someone who ‘recognized’ what I was doing in that scenario.
I’ve often wondered if in those dreams or OBEs I was traveling in places, dimensions, etc., where the people there are aware of those ‘travelers’. To them, I wasn’t a mere ‘ghost’ or some such, I was simply a being who was traveling through their realm. And because they knew who and what I was, they helped me along the journey.
So, have you had a dream(s) like that? Did it seem like someone in the dream helped you out not just in the context of a dream situation but more in the sense that they were as aforementioned, out of sync, so to speak, with the narrative of the dream, that as example, it was like you were watching a movie in a theater and then an usher goes up to you and tells you something whereby you had to leave the theater/movie. That’s just a quick example that came to mind but I think by now and with what I have related you get the idea.