Travel at Night: No Need for a Plane

From: Meghan McCabe (meghan571@hotmail.com)
Story type: Channelling
Location: Everywhere
Source: Form Submission

When I travel in my dreams, I always wake up very tired. I travel constantly in my dreams and have done so throughout my life. I seem to jump into other peoples bodies and assume their activity because I know and recognize other people and they know me sometimes by name. I recognize streets and landmarks; I walk through towns knowing where I am going and how to navigate to points. As most do, I see things in dreams, but I also smell various fragrances and taste what I am eating. I feel what the person would be feeling at the time. I will provide examples:

I was once in a town called Calais, waiting for a train. I had to be careful because I knew that the price of the ticket was expensive and I had a sense of urgency to get home. The ticket cost $1. While I waited, I wandered around the town and came to an open-air mall with stalls. I smelled wood burning and there were strange food smells. I spoke to an African woman with several teeth missing. I had a hard time understanding her through her heavy accent. It was very busy. I knew that this town also was a shipping port. I admit ignorance: before this time, I never knew where Calais was and doubt that I had heard of it.

I was on a motorcycle being driven around a town possibly in the Caribbean. I knew we were on an island because it smelt like the sea and tropical flowers. There was a market with beautiful hand-painted sarongs blowing in the wind. We went to eat in a small restaurant with mosaic tile flooring and a small fountain. There was music playing and the breeze was blowing. Small gecko lizards were climbing the walls on the patio.

I was hiking up a trail on a mountainside surrounded by green hills and waterfalls. We came to a small, white farm house with a blue door. There was an enormous white horse in the front of the house named Ramesh. The horse recognized me and walked towards me. The people with me cautioned me not to move forward, that the horse might harm me, but I held out my hand and it he me pet his nose. I could smell the smoke from the wood fire.

I was on a bus going down a winding cliff road. We stopped at some wood houses where people gave us fresh steak from their barbecue. The steak was perfectly cooked and tasted slightly of lime juice. The water sea water below the cliffs was ruff, as it was very windy that day. My face felt moist and salty.