ASTRAL FRIENDS

As a natural born astral traveler, astral journey through dreams is nothing strange to me anymore. It happens all the time, and although it can be tiring, it helps with my spiritual development too. Sometimes the experience can be creepy, and pleasing the other time. 

While jumping from one era to another era, a place to another distant place, I've made friends with people I met in the astral realm. Most of these people are kids around my age, or younger. They came from different nation and race. Oh I do love diversity! 

I remember visiting an empty town that appears to be somewhere in China. Not sure about the time setting of the place, but looking at the design and concept of the town, it's probably in 1970s. I stood up in front of an abandoned building with a group of school kids. They gave me a marker and asked me to help them make the town look more 'colorful' by drawing all over the walls of this abandoned building. Understanding their feelings and desire to see a happier place, I accepted the offer and spent my dream talking, laughing, and drawing with them. It was a great experience and as soon as I woke up I felt like some or one of them of them might be related to me somehow, regarding to the fact that I'm a Chinese descendant and I didn't get to see these kids by coincidence.

The second one I can remember is... a bit creepy. I believe that the experience took place in South-East Asia since some of the cites came with dark histories and background, but I'm not sure where it is exactly. I walked around a crowded place as a little boy approached and asked me to play with him. After having some fun, he brought me to his mother, who asked me for help. The boy told me his sister had been killed by a man, and now her soul can't pass afterlife because she is so full of grudge, and she demanded her mother, as the only one who can see her, to search for the murderer. So there we were, in an area full of people, looking for a sign of this man's presence. But as I followed this family, I also saw the spirit of the girl, all pale and full of scars. I woke up with an unfinished dream, but made my way back later to tell the girl that the murderer isn't matter anymore, and what matters now is the afterlife, where she can rest her soul in peace. 

The third one is the latest of all, and from the atmosphere and place I knew it was in the US somewhere around 1970s or 1980s. Not familiar with the place, I walked on the street without direction when an African-American boy passed by and dropped his skateboard. I picked his skateboard for him and we eventually became friends. We decided to visit a toy and art shop, which was located across the street. We spent some time admiring all of those old school goodies and organizing a prank for the annoying shopkeeper, haha. It was a simple yet great dream, and whoever this kid is I hope he's having a great life in there :)

Well, if you're also an astral traveler, please do meet me for some astral fun/horror experience :p

Namaste!