I have been using Subliminal Club subliminals since july this year. Experimenting with various ones, trying to find my fit. Seeing effects, using more difficult subliminals, facing resistance, getting easier ones. But now, I have decided that the time has come to attend to my old, ingrained struggles with self worth and confidence being the root cause. So, I got myself Dragon Reborn: RED. I am listening to ST1, there were 3 sessions - 2 minutes ,3 minutes and last one for 5 minutes this morning. After listening to it, I returned to bed and have fallen asleep. During this short sleep, I had a strange interesting dream that has highlighted my fears, and I’d like to share it with you folks.
It began with me preparing to give a live statement to the media. The looming task filled me with dread; I could feel the weight of judgment and the pressure of being under scrutiny. However, as the scene unfolded, I discovered an unexpected ally in the journalist assigned to my story. Far from being adversarial, they were compassionate and understanding. My debate opponent, too, revealed themselves to be reasonable and fair. Gradually, the anxiety that had gripped me began to fade. Even within the dream, I found a sense of clarity, realizing that this was a challenge I could handle. When I awoke, I envisioned how I might approach such a situation in reality—strategically and with composure—turning it into an opportunity rather than a threat.
Next, I found myself under the critical gaze of my boss. Their tone, though not overtly harsh, carried an edge that made me anxious. I anticipated their disapproval even before they spoke, a familiar pattern rooted in my real-life experiences. The boss assigned me an important task—the same media statement—but gave me no time to prepare.
To complicate matters, I was to attend a prestigious gala event to meet the journalist and my debate opponent. Yet, due to the rush, I arrived wearing old, faded pajamas and no shoes. At first, I felt deeply self-conscious about my appearance. But as I mingled with the attendees, I noticed something remarkable: no one seemed to care about my attire. Everyone, including the journalist, treated me with warmth and acceptance. The journalist even helped me prepare for the statement and kindly postponed the broadcast to give me more time. While my outfit still bothered me slightly, it didn’t stop me from moving forward.
In the next scene, I faced one of my most visceral fears: heights. I was in a small hut high above the ground, with a precarious descent ahead of me. I had to step over a ledge onto a narrow girder and make my way down through an unprotected network of beams, with a dizzying drop of 100 meters below. The fear was paralyzing. I froze, unable to move either forward or back. But as time passed, I summoned the courage to retreat back to safety. Though I didn’t descend the ledge, the act of reclaiming control and stepping back felt like a small victory in itself.
The final act of the dream involved me driving a group of people to destinations I had never been to before. The unfamiliarity made me tense, but I navigated the roads successfully, delivering everyone safely to their destinations. However, when I stepped out of the car, I realized I was wearing only one shoe. Later, I discovered both shoes were on my feet, but I had no trousers. At one point, I briefly left the car in this state, standing in a bustling, historic square. To my surprise, no one seemed to notice or care about my disheveled appearance. This lack of judgment from others contrasted sharply with my own self-consciousness.
When I finally woke, there was no lingering fear or anxiety. Instead, I felt a sense of curiosity and intrigue: “Now, THAT was interesting.” The dream, with its vivid scenarios and emotional weight, felt like a purposeful exploration of my subconscious.
Now, if this wasn’t the work of the DRR, I don’t know what it was. What do you folks think?