COVID Nightmares at 174 hz

*Warning – may be disturbing (it was for me!)

If you poke back through this blog, you’ll see a number of posts about nightmares. I tend to have vivid and disturbing dreams, but even more so when I am sick, have taken a med that doesn’t agree or listen to certain frequencies while sleeping.

I just got back from Alaska. It was a beautiful trip to celebrate my birthday and all went well until the last day. I fell asleep in the sun on the cruise ship and got a bit of a sunburn. Later that night, I was exceptionally tired, but that’s not unusual at the end of a cruise, so I pushed off the hot feeling and attributed it to the sunburn.

The next morning we disembarked at 7:30 am in Vancouver, BC., stored our luggage and set off to explore the city in one day. One very long and increasingly difficult day where I started to feel worse. By the time we were boarding our 11:25 pm flight, I knew I was sick, but wasn’t sure what I’d caught. When we got home the next morning at 10:00 am, I got a test and voila! COVID. So trust me when I say I was EXHAUSTED by the time I got home, it’s an understatement.

So by the time I was able to go to sleep, I wanted to get the best rest I could get. I’ve been listening to 528 hz while sleeping and find that I sleep a bit more peacefully, so I thought I’d look up a frequency known for healing and in my limited capacity, took the first suggestion and ran with it, 174 hz.

I dreamed that I was in the home I grew up in (which should be a clue, because just about all nightmares include that house somehow) and I was walking past the basement steps. I glanced down and saw my mother (who has been deceased for 19 years) walking up the steps. She looked like she did when she was about 37. She was looking down and I remember exclaiming, “Mommy!!” very excitedly. I was so happy to see her! As she climbed the last step, I was able to look her in the eye and I heard, “There’s those almond eyes I’ve missed so much.” and I felt like she’d said it, but I can’t be sure. All I know is that I was filled with the most joyful excitement to connect with her again.

Somehow we were on a couch next, face one another, and I was bubbling with excitement to see how she was. I started asking her rapid-fire questions.

“Are you ok?”

“Are you happy in heaven?”

As I’m asking these, I don’t see her hair or facial features anymore, but instead I see a bald head and her skin starts to look taut and discolored. Her eyes looked like skin that had been pinched and twisted multiple times so that they resembled the end of a sausage, with just nubbins where her eyes should have been. Her mouth wasn’t there anymore, though there was a distorted type of grimace at an unnatural angle across her face and I truly felt like she was trying to communicate with me and that the answers to my questions were positive, but the grotesque disfigurement of her face started to freak me out so much that I started to look around. I heard a metallic clanging sound, looked away, saw a machine of some sort being tied down and knew that wasn’t supposed to be there, so I said to myself, “OK, I’m hallucinating.” and woke up.

I’m sorry, but that kind of dream isn’t just one to shake off. It felt so real and deep.

I eventually went back to sleep, but eventually dreamed again… this time a pillow had somehow “jumped” up on my bed and was trying to suffocate me. I was pretty snotty, so I can figure out what happened there.

It’s quite possible that these were just fever dreams, because I did take my temp before passing out, but I’m not willing to try this frequency again to “make sure”.