by

Dreams: Making Progress

Lately I’ve had so many dreams that I lose track of them. Some come back to me days later, though, as if to show me something. This post will be mostly about dreams and their messages over the course of this past full moon.

Dream: 15 Floors Down

I was in a huge building. It wasn’t a home or a business. I’m not sure what it was, but it was massive with high ceilings and a very modern appearance. I was in a restroom. Single toilet, single sink but with space enough for three or four people. The floor was tiled and it was quite clean looking with a monochromatic color scheme. I saw water squirting out of the lower portion of the toilet. I bent down and turned off the water. I dropped something but didn’t hear it hit the floor. When I looked for it, I saw a hole the size of a large floor tile. Looking down it I could see several floors down, and a visual of another bathroom, and another, and another.

I sent out a question as if making a phone call but it was all telepathic. I told maintenance that I had lost something (a key?) and believed it fell to the bottom floor. I asked, “How many floors are in this building?” He replied, “You are on the 12th floor. There are 15 floors total.” My interpretation of this was that the higher number floors were below me and the lower numbered ones above me. I needed to go deeper to retrieve what I lost.

Interpretation

The sense this dream gave me was that I am moving deeper and deeper within, clearing blockages and issue that no longer serve me. The “key” will be found when I reach the “bottom” floor, which is the very root of Self. These are heavily charged with emotion but they are clearing and progress is being made.

Dream: Inception

I was in a classroom that resembled an open field. There were walls but then there weren’t. It was like we were in a holographic space. It was very familiar to me and the colors green and blue prominent.

In front of me was my assignment. It was a list of terms and sentences all describing events in time. Some I recognized as historic events from Earth – wars in Europe mainly from long before the Americas were discovered. The terms and sentences were in a chart, each had a number assigned to it. My job was to place the events in order but what is odd is that I was selecting them randomly, as if I was deciding history rather than retelling it.

There were other students and again I thought, “I’ve already taken this class and graduated. I’ve done this before.” But instead of feeling resistance to repeating the class, I just accepted I was in it and mingled with the other students. I ended up helping out a female student. I figured I might as well use my experience to help others who were new to the experience of the class. The female student I assisted was very smart. I remember seeing in my mind a huge letter, “A”, indicating she was an A student. Yet she still needed my help.

Then I was placing the terms/sentences. My main focus was on the numbers, not so much the words. The numbers of interest were 7, 6 and 15 in that order. 15 had two places where it seemed to fit. It was one word – “Inception” I believe. I could not decide where to place it in the timeline.

Interpretation

I felt positive when I woke from this dream because I did not resist being in a class I had already completed. In fact, I assisted others with the class. The complete lack of resistance and acceptance of my role indicates I am finally accepting this life and my mission. I may have lived countless lives on this planet, feeling I long “graduated”, but I returned to help others in this physical reality classroom. There is also a recognition of my involvement in creating the history of this planet. The number 15 repeats and since it was in the dream above (and other ones as well) indicates a message. The inception word is also a clue. Inception is the start of something, it can also be instilling an idea into someone’s mind via the dreamstate. Both seem applicable and go along with the message of the number 15. I am beginning “anew”, writing history as I go.

dragonfly

Dream:  The Governor 

I was in my bedroom trying to get comfortable but my MIL had left way too many blankets on the bed and it was too hot. I tossed them, folded, on a bench at the foot of the bed. The lamp was malfunctioning and it broke. I just recall being tired and not being able to sleep.

Then family entered the room, all talking loudly. They brought in a man they called “governor”. He was old with a large, flabby stomach. We all sat in a line on the blankets I had taken off the bed. The man joined us and I remember someone farting loudly. I snickered because of the inappropriateness of it being we had a guest and all.

The man then told his story but it appeared as a movie and I went into the movie, experiencing it with him. We were under a highway overpass following a group of planes heading to war. The man was sharing a memory of his youth with me and he was the one in charge. He was on board a very large plane but it was more like a ship because it had a deck on top. It was massive but in comparison to the highway above, it seemed small. There were dozens of smaller planes all around. They looked like airplanes at first but upon further inspection their coloring – a greenish gray – and their propellers – looking like dragonfly wings –  caused them to look like insects. The propellers moved so rapidly you could not distinguish one from the other and they buzzed just like an insect.

Upon recalling this scene it is obvious that I was not in present time and maybe not even on this planet, though it sure looked a lot like Earth. There was greenery all around and the overpass was a brilliant white and so high up that it resembled a train track from below. The fleet of aircraft the man commanded was massive and moved swiftly and with ease.

I hovered face-to-face with him as he stood on the larger ship and noted how handsome he was. I thought him to be in his 20’s. He corrected me and said 30’s. He asked if I found him handsome. I laughed because in his old age he was not at all handsome.

Interpretation

The beginning of the dream was me recognizing my physical discomforts. When I woke I was hot and all my covers were off of me. I find the farting funny. Perhaps some humor to try and wake me up? Or maybe a sign to lighten up. 🙂 The feeling from this dream is that I was receiving instruction via a guide (the governor). He was familiar. I had seen him in a previous dream. The place I found myself in seemed to be in the future but then the feeling was also that it was the past. I am not sure exactly the meaning of what I saw. Was it to familiarize myself with this guide? Was he showing me his “past life”? Or was it to send the message that we all command our own lives/fates?

 

by

Dream Message: Healing Old Wounds

I was asked by my guidance to set an intention for this full moon. So I did. I slept very deep but still had some vivid dreams which I believe were to help me understand why the intention I set could not be fulfilled at this time.

Dream: Missed Connection

I was traveling with a group in California. The dream is not very clear at the beginning except for the feeling of traveling in a car for long distances. I remember having a very strong connection to a man but while on the trip I completely forgot to connect with him as I intended. I was so caught up in my travels with my group that I didn’t check to see if he had left me a message. On the final days of the trip I saw he had contacted me asking when and where we could meet. Though I was sad for forgetting, I did not concern myself with missing the connection. In the dream he appeared as a man I had dated in the past, a lesson long ago learned. I did communicate with him that I had forgotten and could not meet him, though. Somehow I knew the trip was only a week long and in my memory of it the week passed so quickly it was as if only a day had passed. As I traveled home with my group, I felt sad for missing the connection and upset at the complete lack of desire in me. It felt as if desire would never be there again, not just for him but for anyone. The loss of desire made me feel empty. How could I continue in this life without the component of desire? Nothing I did would feel purposeful without it. Living without desire is like living without Life.

Interpretation

When I awoke from this dream it was as if I was still in the midst of it, my thoughts going to the empty feeling. It felt as if all I had worked for and all the progress I made was null and void. Like I had gone back to the beginning, back to feeling no desire whatsoever and having no motivation toward reviving it. My thoughts went back to 2010-2015 and how I was completely blocked sexually, my body did not respond as it should and there was no pleasure in sex or any desire to be found anywhere in me. I felt truly dead. I prayed back then to recover what I had lost and it was granted only to be stolen from me once again. Why would I be given such a gift only to have it taken from me? It felt like this issue would not be resolved in this lifetime.

Dream: Wounded Buffalo

I was traveling with a man, a guide, flying over fields in California. As we traveled we discussed the past and how it impacts the future. How if man misuses the land, the land has to recover and this can take time. We landed by a fence and I heard a man talking to me about his childhood and how he use to wander from field to field playing. I saw this small, wooden gate nearly broken off its hinges and knew this was a path this man had taken as a child. I knew that the man had lived long ago and had experienced a war in his youth. Then I saw a sign on the fence that said, “Missing wounded buffalo.” The man said they had been butchering it and it got away and so needed to be found.

Then I was watching an animal hanging up in the middle of the room. It was still alive and it’s intestines were coming out of a hole in it’s side. There was discussion about it and that is when I realized the animal was a male lion. The lion was wounded and needed to be healed. There was a group of individuals dressed in white in attendance. They were standing around the wounded animal in a circle, arms spread in a Y over their heads. The group was setting an intention. The way I remember it the intention of the group was a shared consciousness between them all (I was an observer) and they were calling for the white buffalo spirit to descend from above and take the lion and make him whole. As the observer it was a strange experience to watch them “call” to some unseen force above. I could feel the intent of the group, it was like a huge energy expanding up and out. Then, from above, I felt an energy descend and the lion began to levitate. As it did, it transformed from a lion into a buffalo. It was carried away by the energy force, its brown fur transforming into white.

lion_5-t2

Interpretation

This dream seems to be a lesson via my guidance about healing and how it works. It is not something that can be rushed. The lion clearly represents me (a Leo) and maybe even the full moon energy in Leo now. The wound in the lion’s side is my wound. It is significant and must be healed. I understood in the dream that this wound was recently reopened and so must be addressed because of the potential for it to fester and bring about decline. A wounded buffalo indicates there has been a loss of power and strength, my desire to survive in this world draining away. Similarly, a lion represents power and courage. I could feel my solar plexus very distinctly in the dream and upon waking. I am being attended to by my guides whose combined intention (along with my own) is working to heal this wound. The white buffalo, a sacred animal, brings with it hope and the promise of prosperity. It was as if I was being touched by the Divine.

When I woke from this dream the feeling was that I am in the midst of some intense healing that cannot be rushed.

Dream: Packing up My Classroom

Returning from time off, I stood at the door to my classroom and looked inside. There understanding was that I had been out on leave for some time and now needed to return, pack up my things, and leave. I would no longer need the classroom.

Inside, the classroom walls were covered in Halloween decorations. I could see pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns dotting the walls. There was an inner discussion about Christmas decorations. Where were they? I understood, then, that I had been gone over Christmas, missing the holiday altogether.

I began to take all the decorations down, which was a quick job. Then I went over to a desk where a child, the child of the new teacher, was taking oil paints and putting dabs of different color on wax paper. I accidentally put my elbow in one of the dots of paint and the girl’s mother, the teacher who would be taking over my classroom, reprimanded her. It was only then that I saw the new teacher sitting at the desk. She looked a lot like me. I told the child it was okay because my sweatshirt was old and it didn’t matter. I remember being sad at first that my favorite sweatshirt would be ruined by the paint and then quickly letting it go, realizing nothing remains the same and all things come to an end. There was complete acceptance of this realization. I was quite happy wearing a worn and tattered sweatshirt with paint on it. The shirt represented a time in my life that was over but the memories remained.

Interpretation

This dream made little sense to me when I awoke but in writing it I can see clearly. The classroom is my domain – I control it as the teacher and direct what goes on in it. Yet, I have been absent since October. I see that month as significant because that is when a major transformation occurred for me, one that is only now coming to an end (I think). The classroom was frozen in time when I returned to it and I was passing it onto another teacher, the “new” me. I believe this dream was from the perspective of the “old” me and her realization that memories are forever but physical attachments fade away and come to an end.

by

Dream: Wasp Infestation

With the moon full and an eclipse scheduled for today I had hoped for more activity in dreamtime, but am thinking this full moon may be one of the least spiritually active for me in a long time. At least I am sleeping better. 🙂

Dream: Pears and Oranges

I was in a seaside town traveling along a highway overpass. Below, the sea had surged and recently raising the water level in a cove. I was inspecting it with a mother figure. The water was clear.

Then I was sitting cross legged on the ground in a field along with many others. The line I was in stretched farther than I could see. We were given fruit to peel and quarter. I got two oranges and began to peel them. A woman overseer tapped me on the shoulder and told me a fruit I had given her would not pass inspection because it had a brown spot. She told me to inspect them more carefully. She gave it to me and it was a peeled green pear. I noticed that it came from two downed pear trees located next to her, both heavily laden with ripe fruit. I thought, “It is bruised because it is laying underneath all that weight.” I put it down and began to peel another one, inspecting it as I was instructed. The old one I hid between my legs and sneaked bits of when no one was looking.

Interpretation

The sea is a pun on “seeing” more clearly. I am looking for clarity on some situation. The bridge represents crossing between the conscious and subconscious. The line of people has to do with limitations and patience in some situation. The oranges symbolize liveliness and an outgoing nature. Pears represent the womb and fertility. A pear tree represents new opportunity. Since they are down and laden with fruit I don’t know whether this is good or not. One would think a downed pear tree would mean missed opportunity.

Dream: Wasp Infestation

I was inside an unfamiliar house upstairs inside a bedroom. There were dozens, maybe more, huge wasp nests on the ceiling and in various other places in the room. I could see the wasps on the nests and felt very uneasy in the room. I remember saying they needed to be exterminated. Yet, for some reason, I went into a bathroom with a woman and my cousin to dye my hair. My cousin was dying the woman’s hair brown and a box of yellow/blonde hair dye was sitting on the counter. I was talking about how we would exterminate the wasps, coming up with a game plan. They were more interested in doing their hair. I decided we could kill the wasps while we waited for the color to set.

Then I was downstairs. The downstairs looked like my grandparent’s house and my grandmother was present. It was dark and I saw a huge wasp nest over the front door. There were three huge wasps, one with a large stinger at least two inches long. I had never seen one so big. I yelled to the girls upstairs to come help me. Then I went to look for a flyswatter. I had a can of wasp spray in hand. When I went to find the flyswatter I turned on what I thought was the light but instead it turned on the coffee pot and the coffee grinder. The woman from upstairs came down, her hair wet with brown hair dye. She held the wasp spray but was pushing on the button and it was spurting all over the place. I told her how to use it and she sprayed the nest, wasps scattering all over the place. When the nest was clear of wasps my grandmother climbed up on a ladder and retrieved something. She brought down a baby bird that looked nearly grown. It was then that I realized I had only partially dyed my own hair blonde and was concerned about how to fix it or else have a huge blonde streak in my hair.

Interpretation

I suspect this was an inspection of an aspect of myself that is private or of a sexual nature (bedroom). There is negativity (wasps) infesting this area of my life and I want to be rid of it. In attempting to address this situation I seek purification (bathroom) and assistance (the two women). We discuss what persona (hair dye) I would like to switch to in order to address the issues. Serious (brown) or livelier (blonde)? In addressing the problem I head into this physical lifetime (downstairs) and revisit my past (grandmother’s house). I see negativity and areas that need to be inspected (nest) and a particularly nasty issue (large wasp). There is an urgent feeling to this situation (flyswatter), a feeling of take action now or lose the opportunity. I attempt to illuminate the situation by turning on the light but instead find an imbalance (coffee maker) and a message like “wake up!” comes with an urgency to focus my attention on some issue (coffee grinder). When the wasps are gone what is left is hope in reaching my goals, aspirations and hopes (bird). These are retrieved by a protective, wiser version of myself (grandmother). In the end I have chosen to take on the livelier personality (blonde) but only allow a portion of myself to be this way and am trying to determine how to resolve that situation.

by

Dream: Blue Kachina

I’m super tired. Happy still, but tired. My sleep is interrupted lately with weird dreams. You saw them – dustpan nightmares? burning deserts? And those are just the ones I took time to write about. I’ve had strange messages in my dreams, some with repeating themes. One of those messages was, “You will meet your protector.” Ah, okay. I have a protector? Hmmm  A theme that keeps coming up is dying. Not only did I have that weird “memory” where another me was going to kill me, but then in an OBE I was being pulled up into the sky basically full-on ready to join my family in Spirit. No escapism. No upset. No regret. Just pure, joyful love at the reunion ahead. Again…huh?

And I’ve had two more hypoglycemic episodes at the gym. One on Sunday and then one yesterday. Same stuff. High heartbeat, dizzy, zoning out, feeling like passing out, etc. On Sunday I caught it before it got really bad but then as I drove home I nearly passed out (scary stuff!) and ended up detouring to a shopping area. I ended up walking around Kohl’s eating a candy bar to get my blood sugar back up. Then, like before, after I felt normal again, my stomach got really upset, like in knots – a make you double over in pain kinda upset. Yesterday I took food with me on the drive there and then had some in the car just in case I might need it. I did very little compared to my normal and STILL I ended up with a high heartbeat, the shakes and began to zone out. I left early (again) and ate my extra snack in the car. No issues driving home. No stomach upset. No dizzies or near pass out. Maybe I am getting better? Or maybe I just got lucky.

On top of the hypoglycemic episodes I have been super tired for the last three days. This tiredness makes me want to just go to bed right then and there. My eyes cross and everything.

Yes I’m eating. Yes it’s good, wholesome food. Maybe ascension related? Could be.

Thankfully, last night I was finally able to sleep well (thanks to half a Benadryl) but still had some crazy vivid dreams. I wanted to share one in particular.

Dream: Blue Kachina 

I was taken into a large waiting room. There were two sections. The one at the back of the room was the largest. People appeared to be sitting and meditating or praying, eyes closed and focused with intent on the group at the front. The front group was much smaller, maybe two rows total. They were seated and waiting.

The man who ushered me in made me feel uncomfortable. He told me to go sit up front and to “think about what I had done.” I questioned him, “What did I do?” He said, “You know.”

Up front I was given a booklet that appeared to be associated with a religious organization. All I recall was that it was blue. I was told to consider how I would answer the questions I would be asked. I still didn’t know what they were talking about. The feeling was that it was some kind of confessional.

I took a seat next to a little boy who was talking aloud to himself. He said, “I know what I’m going to say. I’m gay.” I looked at him and at first thought he was a girl but then saw he was a boy with long hair. I smiled at him and he was friendly to me, restating what he had just said to himself. I sent him love, knowing his confession would be difficult for him.

I still didn’t know why I was there. A woman stopped by and asked me, “Do you know what you will say?” I said, “I don’t.” She said, “Consider what you have done.” I again said, “What did I do?” She said, “You got kicked out of the (religious) organization.” I said, “I did not!” What is he talking about? I wondered. She motioned to the booklet I was holding and began talking about this blue star that was located just behind Earth. I saw it in my mind. It was small, like our moon, but a very soft shade of blue. She told me that it meant I must go through a purification process and she indicated that everyone in the room (in the back rows) was there to support those of us who were going through the process (front rows). She called the blue star “the Kachina” and said I must pray to the Kachina. There was other stuff, something about aliens/ETs but my thoughts get in the way here and I forget exactly what she said. There is briefly memory of Beings, tall and slender without any features, coming from the blue star. But I was thinking Yeah, yeah. You all are nuts. I need to get out of here. The feeling was that this group was a cult and they were trying to confuse me into submitting to them. That was not something I was interested in. I could care less if they “kicked me out” or disapproved of my actions.

Considerations

When I awoke, the main memory of this dream was the blue star. I had totally forgotten the name it was given but in retelling the dream to my husband it just came out of my mouth. I knew the name Kachina but I couldn’t place. Turns out it is a Hopi legend. The star is a symbol of purification.

My feeling from the dream is that I am being asked to confess or come clean which is in line with the prophecy. However, the feeling is that it is individual, not all of mankind.

 

by

Dreams: Miscarriage and Burning Desert

The strange dreams continue. But first, I was awakened by a song. What I heard was, “How can we live when our world stops turning?” The melody was familiar. I immediately looked up the song but the lyrics do not match the ones I heard. The lyrics from the song are “How can we dance when our earth is turning”. Makes me go hmmmm.

When I awoke with this song in my head I was angry about a certain situation and how it turned out. In recalling my dreams, I can see this situation was discussed in-depth throughout the night.

Dream: Miscarriage

I went to work at a job I was not overly enthused about. It was an office job of some kind. My boss informed me that I was pregnant. 14 weeks. She showed me the pregnancy test to confirm. In the dream it was a giant pregnancy test, taller than me! I was in shock. How could I be 14 weeks pregnant and not know it? I immediately touched my belly and I swear I felt movement. My mind went over and over the repercussions of this news. Strangely, I was not upset or excited. However, my boss was adamant that I buy insurance because I would need it. I told her that I could not afford it and didn’t see the point. I got really upset at her for trying to force it on me.

Not even halfway through the day I knew something was wrong. Sure enough, I began to miscarry. Then I was going over the loss of a potential life and sad for not having developed any attachment to my baby. I had even known it would be a boy and had accepted the fact that I would have four children, which was a bit overwhelming to me. I again saw the giant pregnancy test but it had not been used. I focused on the positive/negative symbols.

Interpretation

Based on this dream I suspect that I am reviewing some aspect of my life/life situation that has turned out differently than I anticipated. It was received as a potential rebirth, or new life path (pregnancy) but then this never manifested (miscarriage). 14 weeks indicates the time of conception (when the pregnancy occurred). There was no insurance (trust) because I was resistant to it and felt “forced” into the situation. I thought about the loss of this potential path (pregnancy) and how I never developed an attachment to the baby (potential new life). The giant pregnancy test indicates I feel that this life situation is really “testing” me. The final unused pregnancy test indicates that this “test” is not over and asks the question, “Are you ready?”.

Dream: Burning Desert

I was in a desert with a black man. It felt like Africa but I have no idea where it was or if it was an actual place on Earth. We were standing next to a crystal clear lake. It reminded me of a glacial lake in its coloring. The man held in his hand a giant, red crab. It was huge, about the size of a small dog. The crab was dead and the man was taking large amounts of flesh out of it’s claw and eating it. The flesh was cooked and resembled dark meat cooked turkey. As he ate the crab meat another man was explaining that this crab was unique. Without it the people of this place would starve. Then he directed me to the lake. There was a crane-like, white bird that stood nearly as tall as me. He told me to look in the water. I saw thin, silvery fish about a foot long each. The fish, he said, would attack and eat the crane if he got too deep into the water, eating the crane’s under belly. In my mind I was thinking, “crotch eating fish.” lol He said the fish were the main food of the crab.

I went to a rocky outcropping and peered into the water at the fish. They were easy to see in the clear water. Far beneath them and just out of sight was the outline of a much bigger fish. I backed away thinking, “I better not fall in. If the little fish will eat my crotch no telling what that bigger one will do.” LOL

The man and I walked away from the lake and into the desert. It was very quiet, no wind and quite cool. There were small rocks dotting the landscape and the earth, a very light sand color, seemed very hard packed. He pointed in the distance. I could see the charred remains of some scraggly looking, short trees. He said that a huge fire came through and destroyed the forest leaving nothing but what we were looking at. It was quite desolate but the feeling was that when the rains came it would begin to rejuvenate.

I followed the man and some others to a building. It resembled a hotel but seemed to be a place where college students stayed. I was to stay with a group there. I remember laying down in a bed and being informed of how long I would stay, though now I don’t recall what I was told. I remember everyone was dark skinned and it seemed very foreign to me.

giant_red_crab_640_19

Interpretation

I see this dream as further reflection of my thoughts and feelings prior to bed. The black man was a guide or aspect of me. I am feeling lonely and isolated (desert). I am questioning my tenacity and perseverance (the crab). Can I endure this period in my life and the challenges it presents? The crystal clear lake in the midst of the desert indicates that I am seeking peace and inner solace. The fish are ideas and insights from my subconscious. The white crane symbolizes motherly love and happiness. The ideas and insight (fish) eat the underbelly of the crane (motherly love and happiness) if the crane descends too far into the lake (inner solace). The fish (ideas) fuel my perseverance (crab).

When I look for inner peace and solace (the lake) I see something scary deep in my subconscious (big fish) and worry it will further eat away at me. I fear something related to life security and feelings of safety (crotch = root chakra) and do not want to risk something bigger being stirred up.

There has been a recent transformation (fire) that has left me with only the charred remains of what I once was. New growth will come with the rain (forgiveness, grace, purification). I am in the midst of learning something new (college), so new I feel out of place and tired from the enormity of the situation I put myself in (foreign place and laying in bed).

The complexity of the dream symbols scream inner conflict. The very things I desire and am being led to explore (inner peace and solace; ideas and insight from my subconscious) are eating at the underbelly of that which I cling to (being a mother and finding happiness in that aspect of my life).

No wonder I woke hearing, “How can we live when our world stops turning?”

by

Nightmare: Attacked by a Dustpan

Laughing at the post title? LOL Well, it’s true.

The last two nights I have not slept well – up like every hour or so. Fitful sleep. I blame it on the temperatures. Today it will be in the 80’s here in Texas. In February. BIG eyeroll.

Dream: Attacked by a Dustpan

In the dream I was in an unfamiliar house walking around a living area. There were others with me and the discussion was about me retrieving a photo album from a armoire. The house and everything in it was owned by an old woman. She had recently died.

As I was walking over to the armoire, someone mentioned they thought the house was haunted. I was feeling uneasy and looking around to make sure nothing was off as I went to get the album. I heard voices whispering to me, “It’s haunted. It’s haunted. She’s gonna be mad.”

As I opened the armoire I suddenly knew the old woman did not want me to touch her stuff. She wanted it all left alone. It was as if she was yelling, “Leave it alone!” I touched the photo album and suddenly was overcome with terror. I began to scream at the top of my lungs and as I looked up there was this white dustpan floating above my head. It began to come down as if to hit me on the head. I put my arms up to protect myself, still screaming.

Interpretation

When I woke up I could still see the dustpan from the dream. I was not scared, though, but a bit shaken up. I don’t have nightmares very often and this one, well it is the craziest nightmare I’ve ever had. lol

My interpretation of this dream stems from another experience I had a couple of nights ago. I didn’t write about it because I didn’t know what to make of it. I have had some sudden memories just come into my mind out of seemingly nowhere. They aren’t dreams, they are actual memories. Memories of things I did or experienced. When? Where? I don’t know.

One such memory came on suddenly and left me feeling quite a bit like this dream did. I almost became terrified, but stopped myself, falling into my heart space. Unfortunately, my heart space effectively blocked most of the memory so that all I am left with now are fleeting images and feelings.

The memory I have is of me looking directly at myself. An exact duplicate of me. When I saw her/me I Knew she was going to kill me, or at least that is how it felt. Thus, the fear reaction. She was smiling at me and only slightly different from me in appearance. Her hair was longer and she seemed much younger. There was absolute certainty that my life was ending and it would be because of her. That is all I can recover of the memory/experience, though.

There was also a sensation of losing my mind that accompanied this memory. I felt like I was on the verge of a psychotic break of massive proportions. This is what ultimately caused me to run to my heart space. It was very unsettling and I still cannot understand its cause or meaning.

Maybe I have an evil twin in another dimension somewhere? lol 🙂

So, I think this dream is about this other me. The old woman is the “old” me. She “died” and does not want me to retrieve her memories and her past (the photo album). I am in her house (body) and she wants me to leave. So she is haunting me (repressed memories/emotions/etc). I could not find the meaning of dustpan in dreammoods.com but I found the symbolism of a broom. A broom indicates a need to clean up one’s act and resolve past issues. Perhaps my reaction (terror) to the dustpan comes from feeling forced to take on her issues as my own.

by

Busy Morning: 6 OBEs

Active morning from 4am to 6:30am. I had 6 OBEs one right after the other.

Lucid to OBE: Ghost Feet

I was sitting at the foot of my bed looking at my own feet but they were see through, like ghost feet. I was laughing about this and putting my hands through them. At the time I was semi-lucid quickly gaining lucidity. I then stood up and my bedroom transformed into a garage. I was standing next to a car. I took a cloth in my hand and gently wiped the hood in a circular motion, like I was waxing it. It began to hum like a crystal singing bowl. Delighted, I pushed harder and wiped faster and it hummed a deep, rich tone. I saw someone watching and said, “Quick take a video!” That’s when it hit me. You can’t take a video of an OBE! Why was I always trying to prove my experiences? I laughed at myself then, still “waxing” the car hood which was a deep, red color and completely lucid. My laughter brought me back into my body.

OBE: Classical Music

Sat up in my bed and quickly got out. Found that I was in my childhood bedroom from when I was 10 years old. I was still thinking of the music I had made with the car and in my mind I began to hum a tune, classical music – Rachmaninoff. I wanted my humming to grow into the full symphony and surround me like is normal but it never did. So I went around the corner to the other bedroom, the one I occupied in my teen years. I saw the bed and leaped upon it, briefly amused at the thought that I may end up body slamming some unsuspecting person. Turns out no one was in the bed and I felt so comfy that I “fell asleep” returning to my body.

OBE: Unwanted Guests

I shifted back OOB and opened my eyes. I was in bed listening to my husband talking. The room was golden lit and even my husband looked a big gold. He was telling me he was going to stay in the bed with me and that it would be that way from now on. I protested, telling him I wanted my space. He wouldn’t leave and his energy totally repelled me. So I got up and left the room. I walked through an unfamiliar house ending up in a room where the bathroom was not separated by any walls. The sink had been removed from the wall and was laying on it’s side. The toilet was flush with the floor and resembled a sink more than a toilet. Water was leaking around the edges. I wondered about the toilet. How would one use it? Stand over it? I positioned myself over it to check when a woman walked in saying, “Good morning!” Confused, I stared at her. She was short, blonde and young and very pretty. I recognized her as one of my husband’s friends and remembered an entire scene (from a dream?) where she and her Russian friend were visiting us. I said to her, “What are you doing here!?” She said, “I stayed the night, remember?” I didn’t. I then realized my husband must have invited her after I fell asleep. I said aloud, “I wish he would talk to me before he invites people to stay the night!” The woman looked shocked and backed away. I paused, at first worried and then realized it was too late and she would get over any upset. Then I yelled at my husband, “Who pulled out the sink? And what is wrong with the toilet?” lol

Note: Turns out the type of toilet I saw exists. They are called squat toilets and are common in Asia! haha

squat toilet.jpg

OBE: Ready to Go

I returned to my body slightly disoriented. Within moments I exited and once again sat up in my childhood bedroom. I began to sing almost immediately as I stood up and headed toward the living room. As I sang I began to pull blankets/pillows off of me. It felt like there were layers covering my face and obstructing my vision. When I was able to see I was standing in front of a pile of Christmas gifts. Where the tree should have been was an empty space but this didn’t bother me. I noted the presents, briefly looking at their contents which was mostly candy and then went toward the door. I went through it and ended up outside. It was dark and I still felt like I had blankets over my head. I continued to sing and kicked a blanket off my leg and pulled more off my head. I felt myself rising up, up, up. I sang to the universe that I was ready to go Home, that I knew my family awaited me there. I could literally feel their love and my love for them. Pure joy! I rose higher and higher, singing joyfully about seeing them again and telling them I was ready, my life had been lived, I was finished, fulfilled. I sang my truth, my heart bursting and there was no doubt in my mind that I was rising up and leaving my body for the last time.

OBE: Drummer Boy

I stopped rising up and felt the familiar energy of re-entry. No deterred, I shifted back and once again found myself in my childhood bedroom. As I left the bedroom, I began to sing. This time I sang the Little Drummer Boy Christmas song. Why I did this, I don’t know, but I was very happy about it. lol I entered the living area and again pulled obstructions off my face. They cleared quickly and in front of me were the presents again, piled high in the right corner and then spread in front of me. The tree was still missing and I remember thinking it was just dwarfed by all the present. I opened one of the presents and pulled out a peanut butter Christmas tree candy. Wrapper in hand, I walked out the front door. It was light outside and I was greeted by the most spectacular sight. Both the sun and the moon were out at the same time. I could see the stars behind clouds suggesting a sunset while at the same time feel the warmth of the still present sun on my back. The visual was amazing and I stood there in awe. I said aloud, “How can the sun and moon be out at the same time?” I was about to eat my peanut butter candy when I was pulled back to my body. I said to my guides, “I wanted to eat that candy…” LOL

OBE: Fog Horn

I re-entered my body smoothly and shifted positions, thinking of the OBEs trying to remember them all. Somehow I ended up back OOB, though I don’t recall any vibrations or shifting. I was sitting in the living area with the presents. My son was with me and we were sorting through them. I took one and he took another and I said, “I’ll take yours and you can have mine.” We both opened the boxes. Inside mine was a strange shaped horn. I picked it up and blew it and it made a nice horn sound. I said, “It’s a fog horn!” I put it back in the box and looked at the rest of the contents. A wooden recorder was inside. I was happy with my gifts.

by

Cabbage Soup

Remember I mentioned my yummy cabbage soup? Well, figured I would share my recipe for it since I’m sure you love cabbage! hahaha I know, it’s not the most favored of veggies but it provides massive amounts of vitamins K & C. A veggie with a punch!

I stumbled across the cabbage soup diet when I was searching for a good cleanse that didn’t starve me to death. I wasn’t into losing weight or fat, so I just took a cabbage soup recipe I liked (there are tons online) and tweaked it. BTW it does serve as an awesome detox/cleanse. I’ve used it many times with great results.

Cabbage Soup

Ingredients

1/4 cup butter
3 cloves of garlic, minced
3 large carrots, sliced
1 large white onion, chopped
4 stalks of celery, sliced
1 container sliced fresh mushrooms
1/2 head of green cabbage, chopped
3 medium potatoes, chopped into 1 inch cubes(peel on or off)
1 large turkey kielbasa, sliced (optional)
2 vegetable bouillon cubes
2 Tbsp parsley (fresh is better)
1 Tbsp ground coriander
1 tsp salt or to taste
1 tsp pepper or to taste
8 cups water

Directions

Chop all the veggies ahead of time and set aside.

In large stock pot melt 1/4 cup of butter and cook celery, mushrooms, garlic and chopped onions until onions are translucent. Add the spices and then add the cabbage, carrots and potatoes. The cabbage should fill the pot so if you didn’t chop enough, don’t worry you can add more once you add the liquid.

Add 8 cups of water and the bouillon. Bring to a boil and then simmer for 30 minutes or until cabbage is translucent.

If you like meat, my favorite thing to do is add some sliced turkey kielbasa. Just toss it in when you are cooking the celery and onions. My kids always fight over the sausage in the soup. 🙂

Crock Pot Recipe

Same ingredients as above without the butter. Just toss it all in and cook on low for 6-8 hours. If you like butter, then you can saute the onions, celery and mushrooms (and sausage) beforehand. I am lazy so I skip that step. lol You can also try substituting onion soup mix for the seasoning.

Fish Soup Alternative

This can also be made into a yummy fish soup recipe. Cook it all up (minus the potatoes) and substitute 1 head of Bok Choy for the green cabbage. You will also saute the Bok Choy, with the onions, celery and carrots. Add liquid and bouillon. Bring to a boil and simmer until carrots are soft. Then bring it back to a boil. Drop 4 frozen tilapia filets one at a time into the soup. The fish will thaw and cook within 5-8 minutes.

My family loves this version of the soup. When I first made it I was trying the GAPS diet and fish soup was one of the recipes. We have been fans ever since.

by

Pumpkin Protein Bars

Remember how I have been all into food? Well, happy people eat, and so I AM.

I’ve always been into “clean eating”, which just basically means eat good, natural foods and stay away from processed food. This means I make dinner every night from scratch (or try to) and make snacks the same way. One of my favorite go-to snacks is the protein bar. I’ve experimented with all kinds and found one recently by accident that is a winner all around. Sharing it with you in case you want to join me in a little healthy self-indulgence!

pumpkin-bars

Image from glutenfreedaddy.com

Pumpkin Protein Bars

Modified from the original recipe found on Gluten Free Daddy.

This was modified on accident, actually. I didn’t read the recipe correctly and ended up adding a whole can of pumpkin and forgetting the baking powder. This turned these bars into a very, yummy pumpkin-pie-like bar that makes it very hard to eat just one. My accidental modification turned out to be the BEST snacking bar I have ever made. Problem? I can’t keep the rest of my family away from them. It being gluten free is an accident, too. We like gluten! 🙂

Ingredients
  • 1 Cup Oat Flour
  • 1 ½ scoops Vanilla Protein Powder
  • ½ tsp Salt
  • 2 tsp Cinnamon
  • ¼ tsp Allspice
  • ¼ tsp Ground Ginger
  • 1/2 Cup Stevia or Splenda (you can do 1/3c brown sugar as well)
  • 3 Eggs
  • 1 15oz Can Pumpkin Puree
  • 1 tsp Vanilla
  • ½ Cup Pecans or Walnuts, chopped (optional)
  • ½ Cup White or Dark Chocolate Chips, melted (optional)
Instructions
  • Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease an 8×8 glass baking dish.
  • Instructions from original recipe say mix wet and dry ingredients separately and then combine. I just toss it all in and mix. No need to go in any order! 🙂 It honestly makes no difference – try it and see for yourself.
  • Bake for 35 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean. They will be the consistency of pumpkin pie. Yum! Drizzle with white chocolate if you want but I don’t do that. It is fine just the way it is.

Since it has whey protein in it you have to keep it refrigerated. It should keep for up to a week, if it lasts that long. I haven’t tried freezing them but they should freeze well.

 

by

Revelations from an Encounter with my Grandfather

I met my grandfather in the dreamstate this morning. The meeting was very different than previous ones.

Dream: Revelations from an Encounter with my Grandfather 

I recall visiting with a young man whose energy I recognized as my grandfather’s.

History: My grandfather passed away in 2005 at the age of 79. He refused to eat or drink, in effect slowly starving himself. Later he was often seen in Spirit at the location of my family home built on land he passed onto me. My daughter, born in 2008, saw him walking down the stairs and called him “the funny old man”. She also saw him as a baby, following him with her eyes. At these times her electronic toys would go off from within a closed closet.

During our visit, the conversation came mostly telepathically which I then translated into words in order to remember what was said.

He told me that he was currently in an incarnation. His body once again male – Caucasian with dark hair and eyes. He told me quite enthusiastically that his intention was to follow a path he was unable to follow in his past life (the life with me as his granddaughter). With this he showed me how, in his past life, he had been in the Navy but remained at a lower rank, unable to go any higher because of his education and individual self-limiting beliefs. He saw his inability to provide for his family as a great failing of his, although from my perspective he did just fine and well in this endeavor. In his current incarnation he planned to experience success in career. I saw his intention in a projection. An image of a man dressed in Naval dress attire with white gloves and looking very professional and patriotic. There was a sense of great pride with this image. I could feel his excitement and enthusiasm, his heart bursting with all that he hoped to accomplish.

I understood fully then the inner turmoil of my grandfather, something he hid from everyone, maybe even his own wife. In creating his next life, he chose to work on this one area based upon conclusions he drew upon evaluation and review of that life. Had it been my life, I would have focused on some area completely different. But it was not my life and in his communicating his reasoning to me, I had no doubt that his choice was sound. It was very clear to me that the lessons we choose for our incarnations are merely an exploration into some area of self. Nothing more. We truly are our own judge and jury.

There was much more passed onto me in this encounter. Most of it merely impressions and feelings now. However, I took a good look at him standing before me. He looked nothing like the grandfather I knew.

The encounter expanded my understanding of how incarnating works. From the location where we met and communicated, the incarnation was as if it has already occurred and completed. There was not a time element, yet I continued to try and rationalize it in my mind. I was doing the math. If he died in 2005 then he would only be 12 years old, not the man standing before me and most definitely not an officer in the Navy as he had communicated. It was as if he had presented me with his Book of Life and we had examined but one chapter in the thousands it contained.

I was left feeling for my grandfather very differently than I felt while he was alive. In life I loved him but our experiences together defined that love. It was mired with expectation, experience and condition. In the dream I felt the love but it was not limited by those things. It just was. We were as if old friends traveling a path together. He was no longer my grandfather but my spiritual “sibling”, equal yet shaped by his individual experiences. I could see his life tapestry but it did not define him. Instead it was his work of art, his creation and something to behold and be in awe of. I shared in his excitement for his creation as he did in mine.