I had a nice, calm, low stress day yesterday working from home. No kids, no noise, no upsets and plenty of time to rest and recover from last weekend’s stress. This morning I awoke at 6am wide awake. No dopey, drugged feeling at all. 🙂

Monty is doing so much better, which is a huge relief! He is acting like his old self and we went for a short walk last night, away from houses and potential loose dog threats, without any issues. I think he would have run had I let him but the vet said to keep him calm while he recovers. Though he has pain meds I am not giving them to him today. He doesn’t need them so why give unnecessary medication? The only pain he seems to have is bruising around the puncture wounds. If they get bumped he will whine and flinch in pain. I can only imagine how sensitive the area is. I got one small wound between my fingers when the attack occurred and it is really sore so if it is like that then it must really hurt when touched.

Dream: Another Contract?

The dream began inside a room. It was like a bedroom but way larger. I was watching over this pregnant woman (potential for growth) who was laying in bed. She was in early labor. All I recall of her is her large belly covered in a baby blue night gown.

I recall attempting to sit at a desk (work decisions) and the middle falling out. My thoughts were that my husband was suppose to fix it. I was somewhat annoyed but accepting at the same time. It was not unlike him to leave things incomplete.

I decided to tidy up and picked up some sleeping bags (have to leave my comfort zone) from off the floor, folded them and placed them under the bed the broken desk was up against. I recall the sleeping bags were brightly colored. One was bright pink.

The next thing I recall is hearing lots of commotion. I said something to someone about it and went to investigate. I ended up inside a large temple (place of contemplation and peace) with vaulted ceilings. A crowd of people were standing around the pulpit. Their hands were in the air and they moved as one. It reminded me of Tai Chi except they were breathing loudly and making loud noises. When I think of it now I am reminded of the OA and their movements and noises.

I said something like, “Why not?” and joined in, moving my body like they were, but I didn’t do this for long. Most of the crowd departed through double doors on the right. A few lingered and so did I. I remember talking to someone about the religion, which felt quite Muslim-like, saying, “This isn’t too bad.”

I turned around and see a very large lake (emotion, subconscious) where the floor of the temple once was. It was huge, rectangular shaped and very obviously man-made. Strangely, there was this mannequin-like man (blocked in life, unable to move) who was walking (moving through a blockage in life) around in a daze. I say mannequin-like because he was naked but had no sexual organs or body hair and his skin shimmered as if made of plastic. He moved stiffly as someone told him to jump into the lake. When I looked at the lake it was bone dry with thick, insulated wires stretching across it. When the mannequin jumped in the water returned and he was fished out with some of the wires.

What was curious about the lake was that it was only about two feet deep. I knew it filled up and emptied frequently based upon what the people in the temple were doing.

I sat seeming to wait for something and watching people mull about. The energy of the room was busy but I don’t remember seeing very many people.

Then some mail (message being received) was thrown in my lap and heard, “These are for you”. One piece was a small package. The others were regular white envelopes. Receiving the mail surprised me and I turned to see who was delivering them. I saw a man with dark brown hair and a full beard. He was familiar.

The man stayed with me and helped me fill out a form. I don’t remember what the form was all about but I recall that I had to initial many lines in a row. He was instructing me on how to do this, saying that two particular areas had to be done different. He picked up some scraps of paper and told me I had to cut and paste my initials. I thought this was odd and asked, “Where do I get glue?” Turns out the paper was sticky (something will “stick”) notes. I had to peel several layers off though and worried briefly it would not work, but it did.

I signed my initials onto the sticky paper and then stuck it to the large paper. I then saw many rows of blanks that I initialed. When I looked closer my initials shifted to the word “YES”. I saw at least six yes’s for six columns.

The whole time I was initialing I was looking at this man who was helping me. He had strange, gray scabs all up and down the right side of his body. I could see them peaking through his hair and beard. I wondered if he was okay. Did he have psoriasis? Eczema? Yet at the same time I felt attracted to this man and was curious about him. He seemed very kind and thoughtful. I knew he was a good man.

Then a small boy, a toddler, walked up to the man. I knew the toddler was the man’s child but wondered how he had a child at his age (he seemed to be 50+ years old at least). Somehow I knew he had an ex and the child was the result of their short-lived relationship. Part of me was disappointed when I saw the child but that didn’t last because the man made it very clear he was not in a relationship with the child’s mother.

I saw the man had a reddish rash on his leg around this time and I knew he had wounds. For some reason this translated in my dream mind as spiritual wounds and I had great interest in helping him.

Considerations

When I woke I recalled having a dream with this man in it not long ago. Was this the same man? Was I signing a contract with him? It sure seemed like it in the dream. My first thought was, “Uh oh.” It’s not the first time I’ve signed a contract in my dreams.

I meet so many people in my dreams and have all kinds of experiences so I can’t say that this dream is special or significant. My theory is that dreams are a reflection of our lives and other lives/bodies/experiences. We can get glimpses of what is going on behind-the-scenes if we know what to look for. I don’t believe in fate or destiny. I think we create our lives as we live them. Therefore, our dreams can show us the plans we are making for this life – and other lives we are living simultaneously.

So it is possible that someone is attempting to help me and that I am agreeing to that help. It could be assistance on a purely spiritual level or it could involve the physical as well. It is hard to say until it actually manifests. I will say I felt more optimistic when I awoke. I will take whatever help I can get.