Galactic Lightship Dreamflight 30JUN2018

You are invited to join the next Galactic Lightship Dreamflight this Saturday night (30 June 2018) during dreamtime.

All who have expressed their intent to join us will be teleported on board our fleet of Galactic Lightships. You may express your intent to join a specific ship (all are welcome!). We will be meeting during dreamtime on Saturday night, but you do not need to “schedule” the time you are asleep, since you will be timeshifted to the appropriate “place” in time in order to join us. Passwords provided are intended to enhance intent, not to limit access.

Our Fleet includes the following ships

GLS Mothership OcaTAwa (Password “Center Spiral Wings Unity”)
GLS Mothership mu
GLS Aeterna (Password “Wings“)
GLS Algiz (Password “Center“)
GLS Blaze (Password “Helix“)
GLS Chimera (Password “Emanate”)
GLS Cameleon
GLS Salcys
GLS Angelon
GLS Susan
GLS Space Wave (Password “Unity”)
GLS Athabantian (Password “Radiate”; website: Up2the5th, Cosmic Paradigm)
GLS Aurora (Password “Mocham”; website: Multidimensionalocean,  Auroradreamflight2)

Our fleet has also been joined by the GLS Tulya, GLS Neptune, GLS Athena, GLS Olympia, GLS Ceilidh, GLS Balthazar, GLS Phoenix, GLS Enterprise, and GLS Eui.

Standard equipment includes rejuvenation pods, translation modules, navigation equipment, and healing platforms. Materials are crystalline in nature, and may be variable in size and shape.

Collective dream experiences (shared dreams) have been successfully established.

You may wish to read about background information on our process, or more about our Galactic Fleet.

Your Astral travel / Dreamflight experiences may be shared in the comments of this post, or in any way you feel comfortable sharing your experience.

Please note that dreamflights are always free and do not require membership for your participation. Only your intent to join the dreamflights is required.



  1. I had a vivid dream experience, but I only remember the second half clearly.
    I was in a town which felt distant to where I live, it was the feeling of a completely different landscape and culture. There were no paved roads, just wheel tracks in the mud, and there was a lot of mud. It hadn’t rained so it wasn’t the sticky kind of mud, it was just a reddish-brown powder compressed hard by wheels and feet.
    The layout was random and natural, such as when you let small trails grow into roads and they evolve naturally instead of being planned by an architect. The buildings where of the basic industrial type; corrugated steel plates, steel frames and no windows, random openings letting the air and dirt pass right through – it wasn’t really more than large metal tents.
    I did see one building which was a little better in design and I somehow knew that this was an IKEA storage. The area seemed mostly abandoned, it didn’t seem to be a place where you could buy or collect goods as a customer.
    I have vague images of being there to meet someone, and my dad was driving. We got there late and had to stay over in someone’s home. It was also a very simple place but quite cosy on the inside, it had the feeling of a better trailer park home tucked away in the middle of this industrial shed and mud road maze.
    The next day we took part in some sort of community event involving immigrants. The area was already foreign to me so the only difference between permanent residents and newcomers, was that I was told they were immigrants. They seemed culturally the same, so they had just changed geographical location. I handed out long, two meter tall Ankh’s for them to carry. It looked a bit like the staffs with crosses used in the catholic church.

    A group of mostly immigrant black women wearing robe-like clothes then walked in line during a ceremonial march with the Ankh staffs. All of them were thin except for the last of them who had a bit of a belly. Their clothes could have passed as islamic but may have been just bedouin style.

    After this we went to meet who we were really there to meet, but for some reason we were just meeting up with them to say “hi” at first, to then see them later in the evening at a different place in town. I got the feeling they were from the mediterranian area, the car they arrived in was small and looked old, it was faded green in color. The man we were meeting looked like he was around 60 years old and had a relaxed attitude, like he was retired or running a family business where he didn’t have to do the work anymore. He was short, wearing a grey suit with thin black and white stripes and a grey hat. The other person he came with didn’t get out of the car. After greeting him we seperated again.
    My dad had brought a cake and wanted to go find a place to drink coffe and take look around town so we drove off again. It was too primitive to have any cafes in the suburbian area so we brought our own coffe in a thermos.
    As we came closer to the main road outside of town, we ended up in an area with many small mud roads crossing and going in all directions with no seeming goal or purpose. It looked like people just drove around for no other reason than to make the time pass and created all these loops leading nowhere in the process. We stopped and got out of the car, only to realize this was definitely not a good place to take a coffee break. There were bones on the road. Human bones. My dad walked up to them and while muttering in an annoyed voice starting picking up the bones and throwing them out into the bush on the side of the road. I looked around and then told him “There’s no point, just stop. Look there’s bones everywhere.”
    The area had human remains lying around all over. A complete lower half a of a skeleton with legs and part of the spine was sticking up in the middle of the road. There were pieces of clothing spread in the mud, half decomposed body parts with bones sticking out. In the middle of a naturally formed mud road roundabout there were 2 skulls and 3 newly cut off heads with the flesh still on them.
    I walked further and saw more of the same kind. It was like an image of Hell. I then realized I didn’t feel much bad smell. Shouldn’t there be a worse smell than this?
    I walked back to my dad and told him “This isn’t a good place for coffe, let’s leave. We can’t sit here in this smell.”
    He agreed and we drove off. As we left, we saw people looking like middle easterners in worn out nomad attire, hanging around the place as if it was an open air junk shop. Some were picking things off the ground, some where standing around talking, smoking, looking at the cut off heads like an everyday thing. No one reacted as we passed them on the way out.

  2. Thank you.
    I intend to join. I will aim to meet up with my friend Fightersword on GLS Ceilidh. Expect to see him post here soon. Welcome to this journey!

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