I was standing in a busy area that resembled the inside of a mall of some sort. A very old gentleman was wheeled up to me. He had to be 80+ years old. He had layers of blankets on him and was smiling at me. He said, “Don’t tell me – I’m about to die, right?” lol I looked him up and down and laughed at his comment, but was still quite serious about what I was doing. I was scanning his aura and looking “inside” his physical body. I was looking inside for “markers” which indicated future issues.

Straight to business, I told him to watch his back and gave him suggestions on how to handle it when it gave him problems. I gave him other suggestions as well but overall there was little he could do to change what was to come. He was old.

When he was wheeled off, a younger woman dressed in a white gown was brought up to me on a gurney. She was awake but her color was off and it was obvious she had either just had surgery or was about to. I only now recall that she had blondish-gray shoulder length hair and appeared to be in her mid-fifties to early sixties.

Again, I scanned her aura checking for inconsistencies and looked for markers. I gave her information in the dream, but now it is lost to me. I suspect this is because she is a real person somewhere out there and it is nobody’s business but hers.

I then followed a hallway into an apartment. While I was walking, I passed by a large, open space but specifics are lost to me. However, the feeling is that it was some kind of waiting area and was full of souls whose bodies were ill or physically deteriorating or who had already crossed over. Personally, I felt very accomplished and pleased with my work there as a healer.

I walked into a room which turned quickly into an apartment full of women. It was very obviously a part of some sort. A party of elementary school teachers. I felt very, very out of place and the first thing I thought was why my husband would invite so many people into our house. I tried to fit in with them; to mingle, because I knew this is what he would want. They were all doing a project. Each of them was creating signs for outside their classrooms and decorating them with decoupage and ribbons and bows. They were all so happy doing it. I felt like I was going to throw up. lol

My husband came up to me and pulled me aside. He congratulated me on doing so well at the party, happy that I was going to return to work. He then handed me a list but it looked very formal, like a contract. It was on golden colored paper and in calligraphy. He went over what was on the list and said, “And you cannot continue with the Kundalini. It has to stop. Will that be a problem?” I hesitated and he said, “Great!” I stopped him and said, “I can’t do that. I never said I would do that.” He got really serious and said, “Then I guess we have a problem.” I felt bad but at the same time I was unwilling to compromise. How dare he!