Category Archives: Dreams

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Dreams: Crystalline Tube and Pregnant

I was all set to write about some intense dreams I had last night, but when I woke up my daughter tells me, “Mom, something’s wrong with te computer”. I asked, “What?” She said, “The screen went all blue on me”. Ahhh!

So I frantically went about my morning trying to figure out what went wrong, irritated with the fact that this “blue screen” happened last night and she did not tell me. Thankfully, it was not the “blue screen of death” but a blue tinged screen which allowed for the use of the computer. I discovered it was a simple fix – the cable in the back of the monitor had come loose and just needed to be tightened.

Satisfied that I had solved my most immediate problem, I sat down to recount my night’s journeys only to find they all vanished leaving only a trace of what I had planned to write about.

Dream: Crystalline Tube

All that was left was a vivid image of part of a dream. The image was of a crystalline tube of interconnected symbols. I recall holding it in my hand and inspecting it. It was solid and unbreakable and the size of a paper towel tube, but maybe a bit longer. The brilliant white, sparkly symbols resembled nothing I had ever seen. I catch a glimpse of what they looked like but I cannot recognize them as anything specific. It is like that part is not to be known. I will say, however, that I believe it was similar to the double helix of our human DNA but instead of one strand it was like to interconnected ones. But even that is not correct as the shape was not the same. It was more like snowflakes or something geometric.

I remember that when I awoke from this dream I immediately knew that the crystal tube symbolized our transformation to a more crystalline body. The indestructible nature of the tube was a solid part of my memory. The feeling is that once we make the transition we are indestructible.

Ah-Ha! I remember the other dreams now!

DNA-640x353Dream: Pregnant

I was at a beautiful convention-type center located in a town that was very clean and unlike anywhere I have ever been. It reminded me of a futuristic version of Earth with white buildings and green manicured lawns. I was to give people strawberry juice as part of a giveaway. Yet I had forgotten the cups and so went looking for them.

I went into a building and saw some small cups I could borrow. Yet a woman began to talk to me, mentioning my pregnancy. I suddenly was aware that I was very pregnant. She and the woman she was with began commenting on my due date. I said, “I am due in one month on the 18th, so if you are going to throw a party for me you don’t have much time”. I then got the cups.

When I awoke from this dream the 18th stood out as did my pregnancy. I knew this symbolized preparation for something to come, a “birth”,  new beginning, or new cycle of some sort.

Strawberries symbolize the feminine and sensuality. My goals and aspirations will be realized soon.

There was another dream where I was attending a party but I will not go into detail about it. In it I was clearing up debris that I carry with me (taking out the trash) and preparing for “birth”. There was a lot of water and waiting, relaxing.

Note: I chose the main picture because when I meditate now I feel urged to create with my hands a diamond shape over my heart chakra. When I do this it activates my heart and third-eye simultaneously. The picture reminded me of this along with the double triangles I often see over my body when I meditate.

 

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Healing from Evanlon

At about 3pm CST yesterday the energy began to intensify and my third eye and heart chakra were buzzing intensely. I also began to feel an energy wrap around the back of my head.

When I questioned my Team, I heard, “We are here” and I felt a pang in my heart like I had been waiting for whatever it was that was happening.

Rekindling

My husband had given me time alone of almost 4 hours when all this intense energy began to materialize. I spent quite a bit of time doing relaxing things – I took a bath, I meditated and then I lay in the afternoon sun. It was nice!

Later I got a sudden strong emotional draw to my husband. All I wanted to do was be close to him; to feel him, hug him, love him. I got all giddy like a teenager in love! This surprised my husband and me, too. I have not felt this way in years, probably since right after my second son was born in 2011.

Healing Dream

I woke suddenly around midnight with thoughts of an awful Yahoo article I read yesterday. A baby had been found dead in the family’s oven. She had been put there by her two, 3-year-old siblings when all three of them had been left unattended. I could not get the upset over it out of my mind. How must her mother feel? How could she ever love the children who did this in the same way? Why would those children even do such a thing!?

I requested help and though I did not hear anything back I began to feel comforted in knowing that the little girl was okay and in good hands. She had wanted to experience this as had her siblings and mother. Though this helped somewhat it was still hard for me to understand why anyone would agree to die in such a way.

I fell into a dream in which I was meeting with a man who was quite eccentric in dress and manner. He was young, perhaps mid-twenties and was a Reiki practitioner. We were meeting because he was to give me healing.

I recall lots of things about the dream, which indicated the types of things I was healing. Issues regarding my mother, the oven incident I had just woke upset over, and other issues related to the lower three chakras. What was most interesting was the intense attraction I felt to the healer I was working with. I wanted to be close to him but he kept me at arms length always, yet somehow I received healing.

Meeting Evanlon (Ee-van-lawn)

I woke at 6:45am wide awake and in the midst of speaking with the man from my dreams. I knew much more than I usually do about what my dreams mean. In fact, I knew I had been with him to do specific healing to “clear away debris” from my lower chakras.

I asked who he was. He said, “I am an experiencer like you”. I saw him traveling between individuals he helped and remembered how my Companion told me that Earth travelers travel in pairs, one as the experiencer and the other as an assistant.

According to my guide, a spirit guide is “a traveler of the Earth Plane who is assisting others who are traveling the Earth Plane.” This assistance can take many forms, but essentially, the two travel the Earth Plane together – one as the Assistant (or Guide) and one as the Experiencer (us).

Excerpt from Spirit Guide Meditation by Dayna Stone

I said, “You mean Earth traveler?” He said, “Yes”.

I saw in my mind a map of the U.S. around the states of Kentucky, Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama and Georgia. I saw that he traveled in this area, but that didn’t make sense.

map“Are you in a body, too?”

He said, “Yes”. I wondered if perhaps the map I saw was where he lived in the U.S. and traveled there as part of his “work”. I felt this to be true.

He then provided me with more answers. I knew he was part of my Team and that he was also “on assignment”. He told me, “We are not meant to meet [in the physical]. We have different courses”.

His primary role is as a healer, though he may not fully recognize this in his physical form. He assists others in his group when they need healing. He was now assisting me. I wondered if he was part of my Team. He confirmed he was. I asked if he had worked on me (healing) before and he said, “Yes, many times before and I will so in the future”.

I asked what my role was, was I also a healer? He said, “You have a different role”, but he did not tell me what it was. I knew/know it is more of an adviser-type role. Like a counselor or guide.

I began to fall into the in-between while speaking with him. I wanted to know more specifics and believe this occurred specifically so that I would not doubt the information I was receiving.

I heard a name that sounds strangely like Avalon. I wondered about it and then saw, “Evan” very clearly written in my mind. Then heard the name Evanlon. It was pronounced very slowly and clearly and I repeated it back. I wondered, “Strange name, should I call you Evan?” I received only a repeat of the full name. Now that I am waking I wonder if perhaps he was giving me his Earth name and that he is called Evan Long here? Not sure I will ever know.

I saw then a vision of a bright light in the sky. It looked like a meteor up close brilliantly blazing white but it was standing still. Then it began to fall down. I repeated, “It will fall three feet from you” over and over and this along with the repeating vision caused me to come out of my reverie.

When I awoke I knew the message was for me to expect a “visit”. The light in the sky was a ship, our ship. I heard Evanlon say, “We are helping you prepare for the exchange”.

“Exchange? Like what you told me about before?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes, but it is not as you expect. You are preparing. Enjoy this time of preparation”.

I got a feeling that this “preparation” was a time of calm in my life when I could fully immerse myself in experiencing. This exchange to come was not as clear to me and I am not sure I will ever be able to understand it completely. I actually thought it had already occurred. Perhaps not?

I saw then a vision of the inside of this “ship” and it was very plain with whitish-silver looking walls that appeared seamless, as if dome shaped. I saw others but only as silhouettes. I tried to get a clear look at Evanlon but he kept referring me back to the image of the man from my dream.

“What do you look like?” I asked. He said, “We take many forms. To you I would appear to be silver”. I saw a rainbow of colors on a silhouetted form, as if the individual shimmered.

“What race are you?” I asked.

This did not register to him. I felt that he did not classify himself this way.

“Where do you come from?” I asked instead.

“From beyond your sun”, he said. I asked for clarification.

“Pleiades”, I heard back.

“Where is our ship now?” I asked.

“Beyond your sun but it is not in your time. It is of another dimension”.

I didn’t quite understand. He explained it was not in the realm of Spirit. The description I received was of an energy body with form and shape that could be changed/altered. I had seen this in my OBEs before. It is beautiful.

I fell into the in-between again and again saw a map of the U.S. This time I heard, “Detroit” and saw a fire blazing in a factory-like building. I associated it instantly with the auto industry. Whether this is a premonition or a past event, I do not know.

Awake again, I focused more on the feeling I had when I was with Evanlon in my dream. I asked him about it. He said, “You recognized me. You wanted to reUnite. But that cannot be. We will reUnite when you return to us.”

I asked if this was “sex” because that is how I perceived my attraction to him. The reply was that it was similar but much more. It was an submersion into the other. I saw an exchange of places but within a joined space/energy. The feeling of it is beyond bliss; beyond anything we humans could conceive of. It is not sexual, though sex is the closest we humans can come to its understanding. I also felt this happens when we return “home” – with everyone.

I laughed and thought, “So we have a big homecoming orgy?”

The response I got was that it was not something that could be explained in human terms and orgy was not a good word for the occurrence.

Considerations

I feel strangely calm this morning after all that happened in the night and upon waking. All I can say is that I am open to whatever is about to occur. I feel ready, though I am not sure for what. I do not really understand what this coming “exchange” is.

 

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Dream: Alcatraz Paradise

I slept a long time again, about 11 hours. In that time I had a long-running dream.

Dream: Alcatraz Paradise

I received a letter while in another dream. The letter was from my ex-husband. It was inside a brochure about an island paradise, but what was odd was that the island was Alcatraz!

I noticed the brochure had family-oriented activities. I remarked with surprise when I saw that one was, “Feed the jellyfish”. Really? lol

The letters mentioned that my ex had been sent to Alcatraz for 6 years. While there he could partake in any of the activities available but had to stay within the vicinity of the island.

I remarked, “That’s not much of a prison!”

I remember being taken down one of the corridors of the prison. Instead of bare gray walls it was a pathway to a pool and lagoon area with lush plants and birds of paradise. It was light and comfortable.

No one was inside a cell.

Then the dream shifted and I was taking my ex-husband to a cul-de-sac in a neighborhood. We stood in front of a house and rang the doorbell. It was his parent’s house and he wanted to see them. But he got shy at the last minute and stood back. I remember a prison guard was there but she was not wearing a uniform of any guard I have ever seen. It was plain gray and uniform-like but there was no badge or weapon. She was happy to let me escort him around and we were nowhere near Alcatraz!

Interpretation

I am pretty sure this dream was about how Earth, though it seems like a prison, really is not. Though it is limited and we cannot easily leave (we need an escort) there are plenty of activities to partake in as long as we stay within certain parameters.

I believe the part where I was taking my ex to see his parents was symbolic of how we are each able to visit with our families in Spirit whenever we want as long as we have an escort. This is allowed and encouraged. However, we must always return to our Alcatraz paradise.

The funny thing about this dream was that when I woke I thought for sure my ex must have died. I do not believe that to be true at all now. I think perhaps he symbolizes a time when I felt the most trapped here on Earth.

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Lucid to OBE: Loving Earth

I awoke at 6:45am awake but not willing to get out of bed. I request to astral project and fell asleep talking with my guide.

Dream: No Check-Out

I was grocery shopping but didn’t really need groceries. Instead, I picked up two packs of cigarettes. I felt bad for doing it but justified it by thinking that I might as well since I needed to enjoy something while in this life.

I picked up some milk and went to the check-out. There was no one in line and so I went through fast. I gave the cashier my ID and card. She held it up and looked from me to the card and back again.

“The picture in this ID doesn’t look like you”, she said.

I said, “What? It is! I just renewed it and so the picture is brand new”.

She said, “Well this picture shows no freckles but you obviously have them”. She pointed some out.

I said, “Well I’m not wearing makeup so you can see them. It’s still me in that picture”.

She said, “I’m not so sure”.

I said,”I can prove it” and got into my wallet to get an older pic and was hoping my old ID was there. It wasn’t. None of the pictures were. Instead there were pictures of someone I did not recognize.

The cashier would not let me buy my stuff. I stood there wondering what to do. I decided to leave. I said, “Well, I guess I will go to Wal-Mart!”

As I left I told the manager, “She’s not a very good employee”. I left the two packs of cigarettes at the check-out and walked out the door.

Lucid to OBE: Loving Earth

I walked out the doors and found myself not where I thought I would be. I was at the bottom story of a gigantic grocery store and not outside. There were escalators going up all around me, but I stayed put. I needed to get outside and that would be at the ground floor.

I went through a door thinking it would lead outside and it led me into the store again. Disappointed, I sat down on a bench.

It was then I noted that I was sitting outside. How did I get outside? In front of me, standing perfectly still, was my sister, the one I haven’t seen in 9 years.

I thought to myself, “I guess I won’t go shopping. And I forgot to go workout”. I looked at my sister who just stood there and thought, “I don’t want to just sit here doing nothing”.

That was when I felt this strange energy. It poured through my body and seemed to cement me to the pavement at my feet. It was not uncomfortable but very intense and alive and it was traveling through my veins, or so it seemed. Just feeling it quickly brought me to the conclusion that I was dreaming.

I looked up at the sky and saw the blue and just lifted up into it. I looked down at my sister who was still standing there perfectly still. I left her behind despite thinking I should invite her with me.

I soared upward and my vision blacked out but I could still feel myself moving. I began to sing a song about the Earth then. The words are lost to me now but I remember saying, “Love the Earth”.

As I sang my vision returned and I saw tree upon tree in front of me. They were tall oaks and their branches spread out invitingly. I touched the top of them as I sang but my vision blacked out again. Then I felt the tree and knew I would see again. When I did, I saw I was low by the trunk.

I noted I was at my Mom’s house now. I went to the ground where the tall grass was and fell into it as if I was giving it a hug. I continued to sing, “Hug the Earth, Love the Earth”. I felt the earth and the cool grass.

My vision blacked out again and so I change my song to, “I wanna see sunshine” and soared up into the sky. I saw stars in the sky and tried to be happy about flying and being OOB but I could not. Then the sun began to show brightly and I saw an entire, brilliant scene in front of me with clouds and trees for miles. But I felt dead inside despite being free. A part of me knew I could not leave this scene; that it was self-created and purposeful to send a message.

I came back into my body quickly, my heart racing and my limbs heavy.

 

 

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Embrace Possibility

I have never been a morning person but it has been doubly difficult to get out of the bed in the mornings lately. I was able to get almost 11 hours of sleep last night but it only exacerbated the feeling of not wanting to wake up. It’s like the more sleep I get, the more grumpy I get.

Dream: Class of Millennials

I dreamed that I was attending a mathematics class at a university. This was a very large class, one of the conducted in an auditorium. The students were all much younger than me but I didn’t seem to care. I went to class prepared with all my stuff, backpack and all. What was odd is that I went carrying a bouquet of birthday balloons!

The entire dream it was hard for me to see. The images were more dark impressions, as if the entire dream was in dim lighting. I sat at a desk that was pushed up against others and waited for the professor to arrive. I was feeling very positive but another student sitting next to me was not so positive. She began to make comments like a bully would. I responded by saying, “You millennials are all the same. I’m a Gen-X’er. Do you know any of us?”

She interrupted me with some other snarky comment and laughed at my balloons. “Why are you walking around with birthday balloons?” Laughing, she got others in on her bullying game and they stole my balloons and then let go of them so that they flew away.

Not bothered by this, I turned around to focus on class. Then noticed my notebook was missing. They had taken it, too. I saw a notebook under the chair in front of me and grabbed it but saw it was not mine. I look through another one and still it was not mine. I thought about taking it but then thought otherwise. I did not want to take someone’s hard work. That would be wrong.

Then the entire class was getting into these inflatable swimming pools and having a good old time splashing and partying. I felt very out of place and walked to the door looking back and wondering why they were swimming. I remember thinking it was again something to do with their generation and immaturity associated with it.

I recall a brief moment where I was in a different class, one focused on a science or similar subject where there were formulas that needed to be applied. I took notes and read and re-read them. I remember telling the instructor that I wrote down what he said rather than what I read in our text because what he said always made more sense to me. This class was much smaller, with only four or five students and multiple instructors.

Embrace  Possibility

Upon waking I requested a meeting with my Council to discuss my options. I expressed my exhaustion and disinterest in the things I am being asked to focus upon. Basically, I am being told I can do whatever I want. Right now my focus is on experiencing and so I the choices are mine and options are many. Yet I do not want to do anything and so I am facing yet another conundrum. How do you decide what to do when nothing at all is appealing?

I am being asked to embrace possibility now. It feels like one of those assignments I use to hate in school. The teacher says, “Write a paper”. The students ask, “About what?” The teacher says, “Anything you want”.

I always hated those assignments. Too loose for me. I like defined parameters. I like specifics.

In my waking life my husband is coming down hard on me for not wanting to experience new things. He is pushing, pushing, pushing for me to be more social and go out and do things as a couple. He is encouraging the very thing my Team is. He says to me, “Dayna, LIVE life! Stop being a hermit! Try something new, something different, for a change!”

For example, he wants to go to a football game this Thursday (Thanksgiving) with his brother and wife. He presented it as if it were this great, exciting adventure and all I thought of was crowds of people and a game between teams I care nothing about. The thought of sitting outside in bleachers with crowds of people I don’t know makes me tired just thinking about it. I also have never liked football or team sports for that matter.

All of this pushing both here in the physical and by my spiritual Team is making me angry. I just want to be alone right now. I don’t want to be social. I don’t want to go to public events.

 

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A Visit to Europa

Awoke at 5:30am this morning for my usual “Check-In”. I am getting use to these meeting times and this morning it was welcomed. There was a sense of comfortable acceptance likely left over from the day before.

Dream: A Course on Dreams

The dream scene shifted and I was standing at the door to a class room. A man with dark hair was sitting at a desk reading a paper and drinking coffee. When I saw him it startled me and I began to back out. He asked me, “Are you a new student?”

I replied, “Yes”.

He said, “Ah. Don’t forget to read up on the notes before class”.

I knew this was not my class, though, as I saw an image with his words that showed History notes.

I managed to make it to my classroom that was already filled with students. Without knowing how, I knew the class was on “Dreams” and that we were learning not only how to decipher them but how to create them. I sat down comfortably in my row at my desk next to familiar classmates.

Dream: Obstacle Course

The dream scene shifted again. I was at an obstacle course with my classmates that included holographic images that would be triggered by our movements/actions. I made it through both rounds quickly because I recognized the illusion of the hologram. In one case it was fire that exploded out and threatened to scorch us to death. In the next it was bluish-colored energy balls and deep crevices.

I made 2nd place both times. I remember complaining the last time, “How did I get 2nd? Surely no one beat my time of 20 minutes?” Apparently someone had, though.

Dream: Visiting Europa

I was led away from the obstacle course and to a very different scene. There was a man who led the way. He appeared to me as a dark-haired Shaman-type.

The next thing I recall is being submerged all except the front of my face at my nose and eyes. I floated in warm, clear, shallow water.

At the same instance I was in the water I was also above it surveying the scene. I saw a vast, shallow lake that went as far as the eye could see. The sky was gray and very thick with clouds. The rock appeared volcanic and shiny in places, but everywhere the rock was black except at my feet where it was as river rock.

The lake was divided into circular pools all around me. In each of these pools were people all submerged as I had been. Their eyes closed, they floated motionless.

I walked toward a deeper area of the lake and looked out over it. It was beautiful despite being in such a desolate area. It was also so very calm and I knew no fish or creatures could survive in this lake. The water was too salty.

A man was with me, the Shaman, and I recall that he wore Native American garb but it was much older than anything I have ever seen. I do not think it was of Earth.

He explained what the place was, though it was without words. It was a place of cleansing and the water was actually very dense salt water that caused the individual to float very easily.

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Image of Lyra

It was while talking to this man that I began to gain awareness. I knew I had been taken there to remove buildup and debris – energies that I had picked up over the course of this lifetime that were unneeded and acted to prevent the smooth flow and function of the system.

In discussing this healing, I suddenly saw a vividly clear image of a familiar place in front of me. I felt to actually be there despite also being in my bed.

The first thing I noted were the two orange suns parallel to each other in the sky separated only by tall, flat topped mountains (like one sees in monument valley but not orange in color, more gray/brown). One sun was slightly larger than the other. Then I noticed in the front, right hand side of my vision a space craft that had several silver stabilizers linking it to the ground. It looked similar to a spider it had so many of these extensions coming from it. When I focused on it, though, it shimmered and appeared to be just another flat-topped mountain.

I knew instantly it was Lyra and so woke up completely losing the image. But it was/is fully ingrained in my mind. I asked if the lake had been Lyra and heard, “Europa”. Despite the fact that Europa is mostly ice-covered water based upon images, etc, it seems that the Europa I visited was not.

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Dreams: Walking Dead and Great Storm

I took B6 last night hoping for a lucid dream. Instead I got a night full of vivid dreams with low lucidity.

Dream: Walking Dead

This dream was very long and involved. In it I was with a group of “family” who all had died but had not left their bodies. Instead we walked around in dead bodies which we maintained the best we could. None of us seemed interested in leaving these dead bodies either.

The most memorable aspect of the dream was toward the end when the bodies were so badly decomposed that the limbs, skin and insides were beginning to fall apart. A friend was itching her ear and her finger was covered in a thick, black slime. Another friend had to wear hose to keep her skin in place on her legs. And I had to be careful not to clear my throat because it would clear my entire esophagus!

Interpretation

Seeing the undead and being the undead suggests an aspect of one’s self which has died but that has not been let go of. It can also indicate an inability to express one’s self or a relapse into old habits and ways.

I woke up after this dream wondering what it was about and I got the answer that it was about letting go of the physical and attachments to it. I was told that I was overly attached to the physical and that upon my actual death it would slow the journey because aspects of myself would remain firmly attached to the body. I remembered this occurring in my last life where I died as a child and so understood.

The dream very much reminded me of the movie “Death Becomes Her”, though it was not as comedic.

Dream: Great Storm

In this dream I was visiting a friend and watching a video she had done on the weather. In it she was interviewing a well-known meteorologist and discussing a weather event that was yet to occur. She showed the path the storm took and how it affected the people and places it touched.

I saw a map of the path of the storm which was over the state of Texas. It showed the storm moving in the Houston area from the central part of the state. The storm caused massive amounts of flooding. Specifically there was a river with an almost 90 degree bend in it that overflowed its banks and washed out a road causing cars to submerge.

When the video was done we talked about it and I congratulated my friend on her achievement. Then I wandered her house which was like a mansion and remember discussing the weather event and when it would air on television. I heard the event had not yet occurred and would be televised on the 29th. I got the date confused, though, and asked if it was not in fact the 26th.

Making a New Friend

The dream continued and I left the mansion behind. I had met a young man there – a student – and so took him to his dorm at the university he attended. I lost my car for a bit and finally found it with his assistance and then as we were driving we talked. He was much younger than me but I liked him; there was a connection between us.

He was being sent on assignment for his new job and I was interested in this. Knowing he was still in college I knew he was young and remember telling him I had wished I had graduated sooner. I told him I was especially connected to the class of 2012. Several numbers came up at this time, but specifically 29 and 39.

When I dropped him at his dorm he told me to text him later. I felt conflicted because as a counselor a relationship with a student was off-limits, yet I wanted to contact him. Turns out later he returned and this conflict was resolved.

Massive Fish

Then I was back at the mansion walking towards the front. I met up with three little girls and one had on glasses with two lenses over each eye. I remember commenting on their hair and complementing them.

I then began to leave but stopped and looked longingly out the massive windows on the mountains outside. The woman owner said to me, “You don’t want to leave, do you?” I said, “No, I don’t”. She completed my next thought with, “It’s so relaxing here, isn’t it?” “Yes”, I replied and felt sad.

I walked outside with a man and noticed a large moat outside. We were up high looking down on it. I saw that the waters were very clear and there were massive fish swimming in it. One was at least 11 feet long! I commented on this, asking what they were doing. The man said, “They are going to get food” and pointed to a group of alligators who were tearing apart something in the water. I recognized that the fish were about to feast on the remnants of whatever it was they were eating.

Interpretation

When I awoke from this dream I was concerned. The storm seemed to be a prediction of some sort. I worried it meant I would be dealing with an inner storm of some kind on the 26th or 29th of the month.

Mansions symbolize great potential for growth and a feeling that one may be stuck in a rut of some sort. I seemed drawn to the place and wanted to stay, so perhaps I am trying to avoid something. Perhaps a choice because that is what fish tend to represent. Since there were so many and they were large it could be that I feel the decision/choice is an important one.

The numbers 29 and 39 were also brought up. I assume these are messages and so included the link to their meaning.

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Two Dreams: Freed Dog and Bomb

During my normal nightly routine I ran across video footage of the terrorist attacks in Paris. I remember thinking I should pray for the victims, sending them light and love during this time of transition. At this time I was hit with very strong, loving energy from my guide. I fell asleep thinking of Paris and wondering what the energy from my guides indicated.

Dream: Freed Dog

I had many, many dreams but only a couple stand out. In this one, I was with a dark haired man who was in his 20s. We were walking along deserted streets in what appeared to be a subdivision, though I do not recall seeing any houses. We approached a fenced in area. Inside was very tall, green grass and nothing else. The gate was open and I remember saying to my friend, “Someone forgot to feed and water the dog who was in here. Thank goodness someone let it out”. I saw this small, white dog with brown patches in my mind as if I were remembering what the dog looked like. He reminded me of a terrier breed. I had a sad feeling for the dog. I knew he had been neglected and I always ache inside when I know an innocent has been mistreated. I was relieved that he was released, though I worried I was wrong and he was dead since I did not see him.

Interpretation

Dogs often symbolize protection in dreams and in this dream I believe this is the case. The dog was inside a fence, which indicates a need to suppress or confine the dog (protection). He was also neglected, meaning someone had forgotten about him or believed him unnecessary. Yet he is released indicating someone realized the need for protection.

Considering I fell asleep thinking of Paris, I suspect this dream is a reflection of the world at this time. Many assume they are safe and do not put much thought into protecting themselves. The recent events put people on alert and so they recognize the need for protection.

Dream: Bomb

In another dream, I recall being on a boat in the middle of the calm, blue ocean. Across from me was a friend, also on a boat. The boats were white and small and there was no shelter – both were wide open. I was standing up in my boat looking over at the young blonde woman who was my friend. There was a bomb set off and I remember seeing it over our heads. When it exploded it rained body parts all over my friend, as if the bomb were made of people. I stood there staring at her as she attempted to clean off the deck of her white boat. I saw a piece of an arm and a hand as she brushed it into the ocean. Then she looked up. There was another bomb coming. That’s when I woke up.

Interpretation

Boats represents one’s ability to cope with their emotions. The water represents the state of those emotions. In this case the boats were small and white and the water was blue, clear and calm. The small size indicates my own ability and area or perception. The white color is purity. Bombs represent potentially explosive situations in one’s life. In this case I am looking at it exploding in the air and reigning body parts down upon my friend. This could indicate that I feel unable to do much about the explosive situation (Paris) and the body parts likely symbolize the lives lost and maybe even the suicide bombers involved.

Vision

When I awoke this morning I had a strange feeling. It was like subdued sadness. I was numb but not numb. It is hard to explain. I did not question my dreams, just went over them in my mind and then drifted into the in-between.

While in-between I had a vivid vision of a bomb as it flew towards an unseen target and exploded. I saw a dense, gray smoke trail behind it and in my mind the thought “war” was placed. This woke me up with a start but I calmed quickly. My first thought was that it would not surprise me if the Paris attack’s prompt a declaration of war from France or the UN.

These are just my thoughts, though, not necessarily a prediction. I have already been told that before the next war there will be an assassination of an important figure in the UK. I think this is after the death of the Queen. We will see, I guess.

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Healing Work – Dream: My Painting

Behind-the-scenes work is being done and I am being allowed to remember it. This kind of work I am open to, but it has been a long time since I have done this kind of self-healing.

Dream: My Painting

My dreams last night were near lucid. In fact, in one particular part of a long dream sequence I recall being very aware very suddenly of walking down a crowded street. I remember wondering, “Where am I?” and seeing in my mind as I walked a map of the United States zoomed in on Louisiana.

The city I was in was large and there were people walking towards me. I looked at their faces as I walked. I remember thinking, “I am going to meet someone. I am going to meet someone”, but I had no clue who that person was, only that it was a man.

The street I was on seemed narrow and the buildings older than present time. I tried to wrap my mind around the situation but it was hard. I was dreaming and the dream kept overcoming me and my memories would seem to split into little mini-movie screens in my mind. I will recount what I remembered after I finish retelling this dream.

I made it to my destination which was a very tall, sand-colored building that stood much higher than the other very gray, concrete and mortar buildings of the city. It’s surface was smooth and it was shaped like a closed flower – a tulip or lotus – and the tip reached high into the sky.

I don’t know how I entered but the next thing I knew I was inside the building walking along the halls looking for the person in charge. I knew I was in a building of higher education, like an administration building but only in that the people inside monitored a large, intricate system of learning.

I met the man and we walked to hallways. He led me to an alcove where there was a curtain obscuring my view of something behind it. He said, “I still have your painting” and he opened up the curtains and revealed a large oil painting. I was relieved. They still had it. My painting. I looked at it but could only see small portions of it. It was as if it was divided into smaller paintings like a comic strip or story board. I remember seeing various scenes but none of them were familiar. All were in vivid color and depicted normal, daily life activities and important events.

The dream shifted dramatically then, as if I went into the painting but there was no experience of shifting. I was inside a small, barren, stone room with a man. He was older and kind of fat. I sat and knew I was a woman and dressed in clothing that is not of my current time period. It reminded me of the Civil War era.

He offered me a drink and I took the clear bottle in my hand and poured the amber colored liquid. I took a drink. I remember thinking I should not drink as I had a long trip ahead of me.

Then I was shifted again and I was the partner or perhaps mistress of this man. He abused me and I was complaining to someone about him. I remember that I was upset because he asked the servants to give me breakfast for dinner.

Then I was staring at him face to face. Both of us looked as if we had been beaten. Perhaps we had fought? I was allowed to leave, so I did.

The dream shifted again and I was walking in the woods somewhere higher in elevation than I had been. I was on the edge of a hill and slipped a bit which caused me to notice a man standing at the treeline. When I saw him, I went to him and the entire woodland area disappeared and a golden color replaced it.

I saw the man and embraced him and felt such desire overcome me that I could not breathe. I communicated without words to this man who agreed to be with me and I remember feeling his skin against mine as we embraced and kissed.

Afterward

I awoke with my root and second chakra blazing. I felt my guide close and heard, “Parallel life”.  Of course, I wanted to return to sleep, but it was too late. I asked when this life was and was told, “1868”. I knew it was in Louisiana so I thought, “Reconstruction?”

Confused for a moment, I thought back on my dream. I have re-experienced two lives that fit into this era. One in which I was a man in San Fransisco and another where I was a woman in the Midwest. I was confused because the time period of the dream fit with the life when I was a man, yet I clearly was not a man in the dream.

There were tidbits of something else intermixed with the experience. I remember discussing something prior to becoming lucid in the dream. I was in an office sitting at a desk and discussing things with a man both in person and via chat on a computer. I remember discussing a painting and him saying, “You were so into that painting that you worked on it for 10 years”. I remember seeing a painting in its entirety. It was a scene of some explorers looking down on a valley. There were five of them, only one was a woman. I remember the title had “America” in it, but that is all.

In remembering these things, I knew that I had been taken somewhere while I slept. It was like I went to a place of learning; a place where records were kept. I was shown my lives, like a review, and asked to consider the lessons I had learned and those that I had not let go of because of their connection with “human desire”.

The life where I was a man was a miserable one. I had been married and left her behind to go West. There I had very strong sexual urges and could not resist them. I continually “sinned” and then tried to drink away my guilt and shame. I ended up dying from my alcohol addiction a very sad man.

The life where I was a woman was after my life as a man. I had been molested by my father and ran away at a young age. I ended up prostituting myself. I experienced much inner conflict because I had not expected to enjoy my work – but I did. Every time I slept with a man I enjoyed it but I could not get the image of my father and his treatment of me out of my mind. My thoughts were that if I enjoyed sex then I must have enjoyed sex with my father, which I hadn’t and which had caused me much pain and suffering. So I rejected my enjoyment and desire because it was the only way I could deal with the conflict inside me.

Two lives with the same conflict under different circumstances. Why was I being shown this?

I know I have absolutely no desire for sexual connections at this time in my life. I feel a-sexual in a way. It just isn’t there yet in my dreams it is. When I saw the man in the woods (clearly my guide) the desire that I felt was intense, almost like a drug. When I awoke I thought of it and how such a feeling can really mess up a person’s life if they chose to give into it. Am I trying now, in my current life, to avoid making what I feel is a “mistake” by blocking all desire? Interesting.

I suppose it will be revealed in time. I do know that these two lives seem never to stop coming up. Sigh.

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Dream: UFO 2067

I don’t know about you, but all this hoopla about the 11/11 portal has turned out to be nothing for me. In fact it’s been a big disappointment. I know we are in the midst of it right now but I have felt absolutely nothing energy-wise and even my dreams are nil.

UFO 2067

I only have one image from a dream last night, an image of a UFO with the year 2067 attached to it. I remember standing in my mother’s front yard looking up at the sky and seeing what appeared to be a structure composed of silver beams just floating there. What was odd about it was that it had no insides – it was just a bunch of beams and even the beams were ladder-like, kinda like DNA strands. I then saw in golden letters, “2067”. I remember telling someone who was with me the numbers I saw but I don’t know what they mean. When I awoke I assumed the numbers represented the year I would die and this angered me. I hope I don’t live that long! How awful that would be!

Refusal

When I woke I had all kinds of upset over my “mission” here on Earth. For some reason I woke feeling my mission is simply to live a normal, “quiet” life where I help random people here and there. How I help them is unknown, which I think is the worst part of it for me because I don’t get any validation or appreciation. I am okay with this mission but I am not okay with not having the spiritual experiences and connection, which seem to have dropped off to nothing since I got that stupid cold. I don’t understand why I can’t have these experiences and connection all the time? Why does it wax and wane so frequently?

I got out of bed on a mission. The mission was to make sure that I do not have to return to the workplace. I don’t care what my guides/Team urge me to do, they will not push me back in the direction of working in a system I do not believe in. And there are signs that money will be tight: my husband is a spender and has not been sticking to our budget, business is slow, and my husband keeps dropping hints that I should go back to work.

My husband and I had a talk this morning and I made it clear that I was not going back to work in my normal career. We discussed our budget and how to free up money. We are likely going to get rid of one of our cars and buy a cheaper one and I will be getting rid of my smart phone as soon as I can, which will be in February next year. If we can get rid of or reduce one car payment then my husband should have his “spending” money and so be happy for at least a little while. Right now he doesn’t want to lose his car (the most expensive of our two) so this may take some persuasion on my part.

No Idea What’s Next

Now I just feel deflated. I cannot imagine living until 2067 (that’s just torture!) or even to 2016 for that matter. Life feels tedious and burdensome. If this is what the 11/11 gateway or portal is, then I guess I am getting a good dose of it.

I am in a hurry to just get this life done and move on. In fact, I have felt this way for as long as I can remember! That kinda makes me laugh a little because time is FLYing by it seems. Yet when I am in the moment it seems to drag. Honestly, I hate that time exists. Yuck, yuck, yuck.

What comes next, I have no clue. I am tired of wondering/wandering. If I lost everything right now I wouldn’t care. None of it matters. All that matters is Home and getting back to it.