I believe our dreams are as important as our OBEs and astral experiences they can give us many messages and help us to gain insight into our lives, they can even give us glimpses of other lives. The following I didn’t experience as me going into the astral but as a dream, however, it was very strong and extremely realistic. On waking at first I believed this dream was a glimpse of another life, especially as after I wake up I doze off again and go back to dreamland to meet the same people only some time on. On refection though it could have been an astral rescue brought back as a dream, maybe even a rescue of one of my own lives lost in darkness.

It goes like this.

I am on a boat with a lot of people, some I know very well others are part of the crew of our former ship which was some sort of pirate ship, we have been arrested and the crew are tied up in a line. We arrive at the port where there seems to be a bit of a fumble and the crew escape altogether still tied together. I watch them as they run down the wooden runway.

I am left on the boat with 3 others, the ‘pirate’ Captain, I say pirate though it doesn’t really seem as if he was a pirate in the sense as we know the word, there is also the Captain’s, I suppose First Mate plus the Captain’s wife. I am great friends with the Captain and the First Mate, they are both a bit dirty, longish hair and unshaven, as might be expeceted in that sitaution. I feel myself to be a young teenage boy.

It is dark and we know we have to escape as quickly as we can, and stay hidden for a while. In the mess of running that happens after we get separated. It is cold and damp and I try to find my 2 friends. The Captain’s wife is desperate to find her husband and I have an image of her taking the boat to the other side of the port thinking he might be there. The sea is as black as night and looks like ink.

She goes to the other side of the port where there are a few trees and a path through the trees, she kneels on a soggy black beach wailing. I see a family riding bikes they appear a little transparent, a bit ghostly. The bikes are the old-fashioned ones like Penny Farthings. I try to find my friends but there are too many people around and I know I must stay hidden. I then remember walking along a road still near the port, there is a lot of confusion here, I see people hiding and some are sick, it is a very depressing place. I am with a man who tries to keep me going but I am exhausted and very hungry and just sit down by a wall. I notice a couple of people next to me, I recognise them as a couple of former crew members, it is good to see familiar faces. I feel sad as I lost my friends the Captain and the First Mate. I feel very sad. The familiar faces…..guides trying to reach me?

Then I wake up. Now here comes the twist.

It is still early so I go back to sleep, first of all I start dreaming of a friend of mine who has just bought a new yellow car a Panda, popular here in Italy though we are in my village in England. Then the dream jumps back to the port, this time it is different, a lot cleaner the air is clear and there is a lot of light. I am with my friend and we are walking in the port, I am once again the boy though now I feel a bit older. I am on a bike now and ahead I see 2 familiar faces, it is the Captain and the First Mate, I can’t believe it and cycle over to them nearly bumping into someone in my excitement. I am so happy and my heart is so full of love for these two people. They are different, very smart, their previous longish messy hair is now neat and they are clean shaven, they look amazing. My friend comes over to us and I say it’s ok we can trust her, the First Mate though isn’t so sure and walks off. As I walk with the Captain I ask if his wife found him, he says yes she was at that moment cooking lunch, we laugh, we don’t go into any details about what happened but talk in general.  My friend then realises that we need some privacy and makes an excuse that she has something to do. Then the Captain, First Mate and I sit at a table and have a long chat though what about I don’t remember. It is sooo good to see them again looking so well, again I feel full of love for them however, I know that we must go our separate ways.

I wake up.

I’ve done many astral rescues, in some I see the trauma from the point of view of the person I am trying to reach as this helps me understand the situation and build a bridge out of it, however I also see the situation from other points of view, i.e. my own as a helper. In this experience I didn’t see any other perspective, only the boy’s view of things and his feelings as if they were my own. This leads me to think that I may have been experiencing my own rescue when I was stuck in the lower astral realms in another life, particularly as it all appeared incredible real. The blackness of the sea and the filthy dock and all the darkness of the place, it was so hauntingly familiar.

Now I do think I have to reflect a little more on all this as there are so many things that I can go back over and work out their symbolism. It was a happy ending obviously as I went back to the same place and it had completely changed, it was full of light, the Captain and the First mate were all cleaned up. The two crew members nearer the beginning, that were sitting next to me while I was sitting against a wall I believe were guides that had come to help me out of that situation as was the guide represented by my friend so all in all a positive experience and one that makes you think and it was just really incredible to experience my own rescue. It was absolutely amazing.

Happy travels!

Ali.