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The Dr. Returns

Last night was an eventful night. No, I didn’t project nor was I even lucid, but I had a sequence of dreams, all connected, that culminated in one nearly lucid dream in which I again met up with the Dr. (from previous blog posts).

Military

The first dream in the sequence was focused around the return of a military mission. I was inside a dorm room and waiting for a man to return. He was not my husband but someone I knew. I recall helping organize some things – photographs, keepsakes, etc – while waiting.

Infected

The dream then shifts from a military feeling to a medical facility feeling. I was of two Me’s – the me observing the dream and the me as a character in the dream. My character persona was wearing an all white hospital gown and there was a long conversation going on between the observer me and another individual, a woman.

The character me is standing in the middle of a bright white room as we are talking. This is when it got weird. A tiny, illuminated, blue square of energy shot out of nowhere and made contact with the dream character me. This blue cube was three-dimensional and about one inch all around.

Once the cube inserted itself inside the character me, the observer me knew this meant a physical change would occur. She (I) recognized the change to mean that having children was no longer possible and there would be a gradual deterioration of health.

Phil

There is a long period of blurred images and experiences during this time. I am aware of making the decision to be with a man much younger than me. My awareness is very, very diminished but I somehow know that we had sexual relations and am filled with a happiness and peace that is hard to describe. I remember laying next to him in a void. I say void because it seems so dark and devoid of features other than a long, wooden or metal “bed” which we are laying on.

When my awareness comes back to me, me and this man who I know as “Phil”, are discussing a third member of our group. She is the me from the previous dream, the one who was “infected”. I know she cannot be with us because she is struggling to manage her illness. I see within my mind a screen showing her vital statistics. The statistics are shown as a green line that is in an arc heading higher and higher. However, when she becomes infected the arc, a greenish color, begins to descend and turn red. I see this “memory” of the doctors explaining what she needs to do. She must take this medicine to manage her condition as it will slowly affect her, causing her physical condition to deteriorate more and more.

Then I am talking to this “other” me, who seems very child-like, even though she is fully grown. She is very frail and thin, her skin pale and almost translucent. I find her on the floor in a white hospital-like setting, with an IV in her arm. She is unresponsive and I say to her, “Why did you do that?” and in my mind I know she has overdosed on the drug she is suppose to take to help her illness. I shake her and am worried. I have a communication with her that is without words. In it, there is a vision of her showing me three drawings she has done. They are familiar to me and are childrhuman-dnaen’s drawings. I see my initials on the top of the paper and point them out to her, congratulating her on her ability to draw and write her name.

Phil, who had been with me, is now gone but I can talk to him in my mind. The dream becomes muddled here as I gain awareness. I recognize my deep connection to this man and know he is 29 years old. At the same time i recognize this number to be significant as it adds up to 11. I am so happy to be with him but know that our communication is limited to only times he initiates. I trust him, though, and know that no communication does not indicate no connection.

I attempt several time to write an email to Phil about the ailing me. I type his email – Philateree@gmail.com.  The first time I try to send I type the address wrong and it does not go through. The second time I type it, I wake up.

The Dr. Returns

I awake to such an overwhelming calm and peace. The dream sequence is still vivid and I try to make sense of it. Am I sick? Does the dream character me indicate that I am physically ill?

My mind is filled with questions and I struggle to find the connection with my Higher Self. Why can’t I connect?

That is when I sense my guide and recognize he is the same man as in my dream. I instantly think, “Phil”. I then remember the dream I had a while back about “Dr. Who” and realize that he is the Dr from that and other dreams. He sends confirmation.

Much knowingness floods into my mind and I recognize that for some reason I have been afraid of whatever healing is about to be initiated. My dreams represent this fear. The military connection has to do with emotional repression. The illness represents a need to be healed. The IV represents healing and that an important message has been missed.

The tiny blue cube was a mystery, though. What did it symbolize?

I heard a response – “Genome”.

This response confuses me. “What genome?” and I think, “The human genome”.

I had to get up and get ready for work so I had to stop communication there. I am still trying to figure out what all these dreams signify and I am at a loss. I know I felt good this morning, so that is a positive. I suspect that my Ego is overreacting, so I distrust myself to decipher what it all means. All I know is that the last time I met with the Dr he initiated an intense healing of my heart.

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Dream: Temptation

Sometimes I have very emotional dreams. This morning I awoke to one such dream.

Temptation

Most of the details of the beginning of the dream are lost to me now, but I recall the most important details.

The dream consisted of me meeting this good looking, Hispanic man. He appeared younger than me and reminded me of someone but I cannot figure out who. We were in a house that I was not familiar with and he and I had just met. When I saw him I was hit with such a familiar pang of recognition in my heart that it took my breath away. I do not know if he had this same connection, but I think he did based upon the way the dream went.

I avoided him for some time, speaking to him briefly and engaging in only casual conversation. I made sure to keep my distance because being near him caused an overwhelming amount of desire and I was certain he would notice. Perhaps he did because he kept coming closer to me and would not allow me to go far.

Throughout this I was overcome with feelings of foreboding, continually thinking of how I was married, had children and would not do anything to cause them potential suffering. I felt as if I had been ripped in two every time I saw this young man who would not go away and who I did not really want to go away. It was an agonizing feeling!

Finally, I gave in and stopped dodging him. Just looking at him was painful and also amazingly wonderful. I don’t remember what he was saying to me but I ended up allowing him to kiss me. This was, of course, probably not a good idea as the kiss caused me to understand the intensely deep connection that existed between us.

I broke away from the kiss and began talking one hundred miles an hour about my husband and family and how I could not, would not, do anything that would put them at risk. I remember wishing I were single so badly that it hurt. My insides were in all kinds of knots with energy welling out of my first, second and third chakras.

Message from Azekiel

I awoke still feeling the agonizing split between what I wanted and what I felt was “right”. I could not figure out why I was once again having this type of dream! Then I remembered the brief OBE I had where I was allowed to witness an agreement being made between my Higher Self and some others. I remember that there was a man involved and that he was married. I also knew the agreement was that he and I would meet. I remember I felt sorry for him.

Needless to say, I was not pleased with this memory and the sudden realization that I was preparing for a meeting. Dread is all I felt. All I could think was, “Why?”

My guide was very close and he said very simply, “You are sad”.

twin-flame-swirlI didn’t feel this was true, but then maybe it was? Maybe I am hiding from a part of myself, some part deeply connected to a past where I was unfaithful? I do recall a life that fits that description.

In that, I remembered too much, I think, because I did find the sadness and two tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. I asked for healing, hoping to avoid any meeting like in my dream.

My guide said, “The healing needs to come via the physical”.

Just my luck!

I asked, “Who are you? What is your name?”

He replied, “Azekiel”.

I knew he was trying to prepare me, to help me with some big hurdle that is holding me back. I am not exactly sure what it is or why the healing needs to come via the physical. I suspect the person I am meeting has a similar need. Perhaps he and I are cancelling a karmic debt?

Near OBE

I fell back to sleep, asking to project. I was on my stomach and almost instantly found myself in the in-between but I was not becoming conscious like is normal.

I suddenly felt to be laying in my mother’s bed and all I could think about was the man from my previous dream and how desperately I wanted to be with him. The agony was very real and I just wanted to stay asleep and not have to confront the situation.

I felt someone shake me and say, “You need to get up now”. I ignored it and pushed against the hand saying, “I want to sleep”. The shaking happened again and I groaned. I heard other noises, the noises of a busy house – children’s voices, pitter patter of tiny feet, talking, etc. I specifically heard my sister’s voice. I do remember thinking that all I needed to do was roll out of my body, but I literally felt too tired to bother.

I woke up feeling so much better but I don’t know why. Perhaps I am just accepting that this needs to be done. Sigh.

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Breakthrough and Practice Makes Perfect

Yesterday I had a phenomenal thing happen while in session. I recalled a moment from my past. This would be a time when not in the body. I have had this recollection many times, but only this time did it have an impact upon me.

Breakthrough

The memory is of being in pitch blackness. I can perceive the space around me and it feels as if I am floating in outer space, but I do not see stars or planets. When I try to move, I am blocked by an invisible wall that seems to go forever. This wall, when explored, forms a cube that completely traps me inside. I can see through it but cannot move from the small space.

In the past when I have encountered this memory I had no feeling except that I was stuck. I didn’t panic or worry about it. It just was.

This time, when I found myself within the space I instantly recognized that the way out was simple. I existed beyond the walls of my confinement. Reality was there was no confinement except that which I perceived to be there.

The moment I realized this, the barriers seemed to explode outward and away from me. I was hit with both a rush inward and a rush outward of immense amounts of energy. The energy was rushing into and out of the front part of my body from my heart to my pelvic area.

When it was done, I realized I had broken through a self-imposed limitation. I still do not know when this memory occurred. I just know I was not in a body.

bio-breakthrough1Dream: Guiding Another

I had an interesting dream last night that had me recognizing a theme that has been on-going for some time. I seem to be guiding others in my dreams.

In this particular dream, I was inside a house that me and my family occupied. I was remodeling it and putting in quite a bit of time. There were these air conditioning units attached to walls and cabinets in each room. The units were no longer functional and I was taking them out.

I remember talking with someone. They were asking me questions about my plans.  They asked me, “Why do you spend so much time on this house when you know you will not live here much longer?”. I replied, “Well, we will be here at least four more years, until I graduate. I figure I might as well make it the place I want”.

I went back to the kitchen where I had just taken out a unit and realized I needed to get new a new counter top. I was talking to my mom (though not my mom in real life) about what kind of counter top to get. For some reason it shifted to a bed and comforter and my mom shifted to my sister.

My sister here was obese, young and very plain looking. She was in college but struggling. She was also struggling with being happy and with life in general. I found myself guiding her and giving her advice about how to get the life she wanted. I told her, “You cannot have the change you want if you continue to do the same things you always have”. I helped her change from being at home all the time and eating to going to the library to study. I remember telling her about how her diet was rotting her teeth, too. We even went to the library together and I helped her to look up a book on microeconomics. I asked if her class was in economics and she said, “No, government”.

I assisted her with an essay she had to do. She seemed to know nothing about how to do research. The librarian wasn’t there and so she just wanted to just quit. I spent a lot of time instructing her on how to take the initiative. She just didn’t know how to do things on her own. No wonder she was failing!

Practice Makes Perfect

Upon waking I wondered if I was to take from this dream that I needed to change my own routines. The thought, however, that I was actually working with this girl to help her kept coming back to me. I have seen her before in my dreams……

That is when I remembered something I was told upon falling asleep. One of my guides had said to me, “There are others. You are not alone”. I replied, “I know, you’ve told me that from the beginning”. I then got a memory of a group and a feeling that I was to meet with them. I didn’t understand so I just went to sleep without asking for clarification.

Now that I think about it, I suspect this girl is part of my “group”. I remember her from other dreams, dreams in which we are always in a “classroom” or “teacher-student” scenario. Sometimes we are in an actual school, other times a warehouse and still other times in just normal places, such as with this dream.

Perhaps I am practicing my skills as a guide and doing so in my sleep? This rings true to me.

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Dreams: Deforestation and the Number Three

There was another shift in energy yesterday, at least I sensed it. I awoke in another sour mood but was able to shift out of it without issue and the day went about as normal but with low energy. However, the night revealed the shift was an actuality.

I awoke in the middle of the night from a dream I do not, could not, completely remember. The only thing I remember was that I had been in a completely white room and there were images floating around me. I felt completely peaceful when I awoke. It was like a weight had been lifted. I smiled and thanked my guides and fell back into a blissful sleep.

Deforestation

I found myself within a dream but not lucid. The dream was very vivid but that was it. I was inside a home with other women who were all mothers. We were eating a meal I had made and discussing our children. I can still taste the meal! I remember telling them about my most recent pregnancy and how easy it was even though I had was of “advanced maternal age”.

There was a point where I was organizing a shelf and someone had broken a figurine. I went to repair it and the bottom of the shelf became sand and I had dug a hole. I then began to uproot grass that was invading the area.

The dream shifted and I was suddenly aboard what appeared to be an amusement park ride but the car I was in was floating in mid-air all by itself. It was a bench seat and I was on the end holding on for dear life. The other women were with me and I was holding onto one’s hand.

The car moved like a helicopter (if you have ever been in one they can make your stomach flip flop) over the top of craggy mountain peaks. I looked below me and saw that the mountains were very rocky and almost completely devoid of trees. They looked barren although still majestic.

Then we flew into another area and I noticed vast expanses of green begin to appear. We flew closer and I saw that it was millions of tiny saplings growing in different stages. I was in awe and somehow knew that I was being show the devastation caused by deforestation and the hope that it could be reversed.

As we continued to fly (I felt like I was in a Harry Potter movie!) the trees began to grow taller and taller and the scene began to get more and more beautiful. I began to cry happy tears. We approached an old school building that appeared to be from some other time. It had ornate decorations and when I saw it I got very excited, as if I knew where we were going.

I saw the trees turn ancient at this time as well, their gray and twisted bark and green foliage very distinct. The car slowed and we entered the building.

Suddenly I was walking along an amusement park sidewalk and to my right was a large, shallow pool with bumper cars in it. All was quiet and no one was around.

I moved closer and saw the mechanism to turn on the ride but did not touch it. Suddenly the pool was alive with small, doll-like children. They were all the same age and seemed like cartoon characters at first but the turned more realistic. They came and encouraged all to get on the ride. I did not.

I watched as the people I was with got into the ride and it swirled them about in the water. They were strapped in and looked to be having fun. The conductor looked over at me. He was a man I had not noticed before with dark hair and blue eyes. He stared at me and I knew he wanted me to get on. I felt uncomfortable, suddenly knowing I was wearing a swimsuit under my clothes.

I thought of the shoes I was wearing worried they would get wet and then, not caring, decided to get in. The scene again shifted.

Three Bathrooms

I was waiting with the women to use the bathroom. I suddenly had the urge to have a bowel movement. I went to the bathrooms and was told that all but one of the three was broken. I waited and got a call from my husband. I answered it and he told me to be home by 1pm. I said I had not yet started and was a bit shocked he wanted me home so soon. The bathroom opened up and I let another woman in.

The scene shifted again.

Three Boys

I was traveling along a road in a car and stopped as a large, semi truck was going through a small tunnel. I got in line behind it and watched it squeeze through. Then I followed behind at high speeds and had to slow for a little boy was running about. He was attached to a car by a long cord that came out of his center. I followed him to the car as he climbed in. He was not a very nice little boy but good enough that he listened to me as I climbed into the car to take the wheel. He had two brothers with him, one in the back and the other, the smallest, in the front. I told the older boy to turn off the music (it was playing Cold Play) and looked at his brother. He had the most gorgeous green eyes and I complimented him on them. He seemed wise beyond his years. I was in the back seat at this time.

Upon Waking

When I awoke I knew I had been OOB but just had not been lucid enough to notice. As soon as I thought this, a voice from my right said eagerly, “That was me. I was with you!” A little irritated to have my thoughts interrupted I ignored him. He said again, “That was me! That was me!” I acknowledged him this time saying, “But you are male. I was with a group of women”. He stayed silent after that as I thought of my dreams.

I realized the number three was significant here. The three represents the physical, mental, and emotional aspects of me. Currently I must be working on the physical.

I felt, still feel, so much lighter today and happier. I now know the individual who was talking to me when I awoke was Spirit, not a guide. I feel bad now for not acknowledging him better. I suspect he was one of the little boys from my last dream.

I had this song in my head when I woke up, too. Specifically this part:

If scars are for the living
Then I could be forgiven
And everything you need
I could give you
If scars are for the living
Then I could be forgiven
And everything you have
I take too

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Dream Themes

The sleep disturbances continue.

I have been medicating my sleep with Benadryl so that I feel rested in the morning. However, for the last couple of days I have felt I should not take it. In this time I have come to understand why. I was missing dream messages and it was time to take notice.

The change in my sleep patterns is obvious. It goes like this: I struggle to fall asleep and when I do, I wake immediately after a dream. I fall asleep and the cycle continues. I woke about five times last night and each time from a vivid dream.

Eyes

In the past two night I have had dreams where I am fiddling with my eyes. In the first dream, I was putting in my contact lenses. One of the lenses was a large, pink pill the size of my eye! I saw it, thought it odd, but went ahead and inserted it into my eye. I blink and it dissolved into my eye and I went about my dream without issue.

In last night’s dream I took out my contacts because my eyes were dry and placed them into large, square dishes the two hands in length. A woman questioned me and I told her, “My eyes are dry, so I am giving them a break”. I later put them back into my eyes as I was leaving the scene of the dream.

Eyes symbolize enlightenment, understanding, subconscious, and awareness. They also indicate there is something that is being seen clearer than it may have been in the past. I seem to be playing with my awareness in my dreams – noting how I can choose to “see” or not see. The pill is interesting and in itself indicates restoration and healing. It is pink in color, representing love. In the dream I am inserting it into my right eye which indicates that I am accepting of healing of my physical self.

Manifestation

Another dream theme I am seeing involves exploring possibilities and manifesting desires. In one dream I allowed my husband to buy us a new house. He bought a mansion and inside I explored the rooms. He spent $410,000 on the house, which was twice what I thought we could afford but I shrugged it off. Inside the house there was a room that was elaborate with gold embellishments and a huge drum set that took up half the room. I remember thinking, “This room is not necessary”. The kitchen had small, shallow, black filing cabinets lined up inside it. I remember talking to my husband about the files we could put inside them.

When I woke from this dream I immediately thought, “I need to manifest what I want”. There was a feeling that I am too self-limiting when it comes to material things in life. It is time for me to allow myself to have more. This was what I was exploring in the above dream. It exposed my belief that having too much is excessive as represented by the room with the drums. The filing cabinets represent things I store or file away for use in life such as beliefs I hold on to.

Celebration

There is also a theme that indicates I have much to celebrate. In last night’s dream I was waiting in a doctor’s office to get my papers to go home. I was with a group and we were transferred to a room where there were people gathered to remember a passed loved one. There were images of the person who passed and everyone was grieving but I felt no grief for him as I watched images on a screen of his life. In the images the man was gutting his house and there were tubes all over the place. He died as a result. I recall feeling connected to him and happy for his successful transformation. We were then were led to another room and all let out a cheer together for our accomplishment.

When I woke from this dream the leg I had surgery on was covered in healing energy and I had a feeling that all was well.

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On Restriction

I began to notice an energy shift a couple of days ago. At first it was subtle but it was affecting me. I felt “off”, like something wasn’t quite right but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Yesterday the energy was even more noticeable and dense. It hung over me like a cloud and I recognized that the shift was coming in hard and fast. This morning I didn’t want to get out of bed and I my mood was sour. I have adjusted now, but it has been so long since I awoke in a sour mood that it surprised me.

On Restriction

Last night I requested more information on the energy shift I am perceiving. I also asked if I could go OOB, lucid dream, or at least have some sort of wonderful energy-bliss experience. Finally I asked to see my Council, since I had never seen them before.

I was told that the perceived shift was indeed real and that it was to continue for the remainder of this week. As for my request for some kind of spiritual or OOB experience, I was told, “Not for two weeks”. When I asked why, I was told, “Your body is in peril”.

When I heard the word “peril” I wondered if it meant death but immediately knew the definition here was “risk”. In contemplating why this would be, I knew that it was because my body was recovering from my recent surgery still and that what was needed now was rest and recuperation.

How odd that a simple surgery to close one vein could result in such a long period of rest. Yet there also was the knowing here that it is much more than just the surgery that is the cause of this need. The energy shift and the resulting reorganization of the energy structure of my body is also at fault. Dense energies such as these hit the lower chakras that hardest. These are the chakras that are the most blocked by upsets in life. For me the result is a bone-deep tiredness and fatigue mixed with a high mental energy and restlessness.

Golden Lights

I fell into a restless sleep, still requesting to go OOB. I received confirmation from my Council – “Your request will be considered”. This was enough for me as I have faith that my Council will do what they can to fulfill it.

I found myself in a very odd dream. In hindsight, it appears that the dream was odd because I would drift in and out of the in-between state, coming very close to achieving lucidity.

In the dream I was laying in my bed and there was someone with me. This person was nudging me and talking to me about “waking up” and kept telling me someone wanted to talk to me. This person was pointing and nudging and shaking me and I was vaguely aware of being in a gray, shifty environment. I would shrug off the nudging and say, “I want to sleep”. I could feel myself trying hard to wake up but I felt overcome with exhaustion.

At one point I spoke to this person, who by now seemed to have a feminine feeling about them. She was asking me, “Wouldn’t you like to talk to them?” and I responded, “I would like to talk to my Grandaddy”. I was flooded with images of my grandparents during this time. My arm was being pulled and I remember wanting to get up but also not wanting to.

Something about the conversation and the pulling sensation woke me up. When I came to I was in the midst of intense hypnagogic imagery and subtle vibrations. My vision was flooded with a golden mandala-like image that moved and seemed to breathe with life. It was quite beautiful and I noted that it contrasted with the black and white images that have been commonplace of late when I wake in such a state.

Recognizing that I should not focus on the images, I began to try and relax and fall into the vibrations. When I did this, I began to notice my heart pounding in my chest and immediately knew that this would be too distracting to allow me to leave my body. I ignored the heart pounding and looked through the moving mandala image. There I could see a golden, winding staircase. I willed myself toward it but I must have been trying too hard because the minute I did this the imagery disappeared and I was wide awake.

Not too upset over the missed opportunity I fell back to sleep into odd dreams. When I awoke in the morning, I was overcome with the sour mood. I immediately was hit with intense, calming energy that radiated over my entire body. When it hit my leg it was uncomfortable and it was obvious that the trauma from my surgery was causing it. I thanked my guides and sighed. Two weeks seems like such a long time. At least I got the hypnagogic images.

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Back to the Top

It has been a while since I have heard from my High Council directly. I feel them all the time now, but the direct messages slowed down substantially. I know this is because I am to focus on my life and living in the physical right now. I am practicing my new found skills of being in the present moment and being constantly tuned into my Higher Self.

Thankfully, I was told a while back that any time I wanted them all I needed to do was request them. I did this last night. I asked for them to show me what was going on; what was next. I also asked to get to practice my skills in the other realms.

Back to the Top

I was awakened early in the morning to a vision of a blue piece of paper. It had white, cursive writing on it and I was reading it aloud. As I became more conscious of it, the words disappeared and the words I was mentally speaking stopped flowing. It was like I was receiving the message, “You are not to know the content of this letter”, but I know it is not that. It is simply that the conscious mind seeks information in familiar pictures, letters, numbers, facts and figures. But when information is streaming into one’s consciousness, the information is more fluid and is not limited to human symbols and identification. So as my consciousness began to follow its human blueprint, the information I was receiving was transformed into a letter and words but even that was too limited and so it was seemingly “lost” upon becoming fully aware of it.

As soon as I was awake I heard my guide say, “You will experience a top-down kundalini activation”.

As I was not expecting this information, I thought briefly about it and then smiled to myself.

“So that is the next step?”

I received a feeling and knowingness that it was so.

I then asked, “Why? Am I starting over?”

“No, you are merely integrating the changes”, my guide responded.

I wondered, “Does this mean I will have more projections?”

The response was a memory of the my first top-down activation. I immediately remembered the sudden spiritual abilities that I became aware of that first time. Not long after, I had my first ever projection.

So, yes, there will be more projections. I was (still am) briefly worried about the reemergence of my spiritual abilities.

He then offered me more information, “It will be easy. It will be fast”.

Surprised again, I asked, “How fast is fast? A day? A week? Months?” (their idea of time is quite skewed).

He responded with, “A week”.

Wow. That is fast. But then I know not to take anything future related too seriously as so much can be adjusted based upon need. I suspect it will be a week per chakra, but then who knows. Regardless, I am ready for the ride.

Tending an Egg

I fell asleep not long after and had an in-depth dream of a wedding. My wedding. In the dream, my husband and I were renewing our vows. The scene was at my mother’s pool and I was creating the ceremony as I watched it. I chose to have us walk over the water on a platform. It was beautiful and calm and very pleasant overall. I remember seeing some dressed in shorts and thought, “How casual”.

After the ceremony we were tending to our yard – mowing, watering, etc. I went in the back and there was a large chicken coup without chickens. In front of me was a small wooden box with brown eggs in it, each gently placed upon straw. I sorted through them, putting each to my ear to listen for pecking which meant the egg was about to hatch. I found one and set it apart from the others. It had a stamp on it that said it was from a special organic farm. None of the other eggs were hatching.

I then went to the front and took down and threw away some miniature crumbling houses. Then I picked up this mechanical doll that moved on its own, singing and clapping its hands. I took the doll with me and on the way found money scattered on the sidewalk. Very prominent was a $2 bill.

I went inside to talk to my husband about the yard when behind me the door opened on its own. Startled, I looked and saw a black cat sitting at the door. I said, “He’s going to come in!” and jumped up to shut the door. Then I saw he had stolen my chicken lunch and I yelled, “He stole my chicken!”

Interpretation

I have to laugh at this odd dream a little but the symbolism is what is important. Eggs are new beginnings and I am obviously preparing for one. The wedding also symbolizes new beginnings or transitions. The taking down of the houses indicates moving on as abandoned houses represent moving on with life. The doll symbolizes the desire to be someone else and the means to act on this desire. The number 2 is a message to trust that things are going in the right direction even if things seem painfully slow. A black cat symbolizes fear of using one’s psychic abilities and/or intuition. The fact that the black cat stole my chicken, which in itself can symbolize cowardliness, seems to indicate that there is nothing to fear and in fact the fear may be devoured by the results of this ability and perception.

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When it Rains, it Pours

Yesterday, on a date with my husband, I finally was able to talk to him about some of the spiritual experiences I have been having in more detail. Upon recounting these experiences I realized that for whatever is coming, I will need help. His help and the help of others who have assisted me in the past (human assistants). He, of course, told me he would do whatever he could to help me and was very supportive. I am so very grateful to have a partner in this life who is spiritually aware and recognizes and accepts, without judgment, my experiences.

I went to bed in very high spirits with tons of energy. Yet still I was able to fall instantly and deeply asleep.

Class

In my sleep I found myself in a spiritual classroom. Upon looking back on this dream/experience, I suspect this is my “math” class.

In the classroom I was brought in and asked to observe what was going on. I saw various young people mingling and quite disorganized. They appeared to be doing whatever they wanted and the class appeared to be in disarray. I could not see the teacher at first but then notice him out of the corner of my eye. He was doing nothing. Or so it seemed.

I was then asked, “What did you observe?” I don’t remember hearing this question out loud, though, it more like a thought of my own.

I replied, “I saw a teacher doing nothing and this proved to be appropriate. The students fell in line one by one without him saying or doing anything”.

I was then let loose into the classroom to play a “game”. I felt ill prepared as I did not know what the game rules were but I knew it was my “turn”.

I walked amidst the students who continued to be doing whatever they wanted. They stared at me as I passed them and time passed without me doing anything. I began to be concerned that I was doing something wrong when a young, teenaged boy purposefully giggled to get my attention and I saw as he knocked something over. It came to mind, then, that I must be there to be on the lookout for suspicious or “bad” behavior. However, in my mind, being mischievous was not “bad” behavior.

I saw several other indicators that something was going on that I was unaware of, so I observed. I saw one teenager who was holding a silver pen in his hand. On the end of it appeared to be a laser. I instantly knew to be cautious of him and I approached him. A young girl, obviously wanting in on the action, interrupted me before I could talk to him, pointing him out.

She said something about him doing a bad thing in 2001, something involving a bomb. I told her, “That was six years ago. Surely he is not the same person. We need to give him a chance”. There was confusion on her face and I repeated myself and then realized I was wrong about the date. It was not currently 2007. It was 2015 and more than 6 years had passed. I also suddenly knew this young man had been and still was a terrorist. He had been brainwashed into believing his soul purpose was to destroy the enemy. I had such sympathy for him at that moment and such faith in his ability to recover from his abuse. No one else believed in him, but I did.

When it Rains, it Pours

When I awoke I was talking to someone in the in-between. I heard them say to me, “When it rains….” and in my mind I saw a thunderstorm. I said back to them, “There is a storm” and then I remembered. “Ah! When it rains, it pours”, I said back. I then suddenly awoke. The dream came back to me in its entirety and I wondered what it was all about. Was this about terrorism? Was there to be another event like in 2001? Was there a terrorist event in 2007 I had forgotten about? Or was this all in reference to something going on for me?

Oddly, when I checked FB this morning, an online friend posted about the Oklahoma City bombing on April 19, 1995. Here I had been dreaming of a terrorist and it so happened to be on the anniversary of the OK City bombing. Was my dream a preparation of more similar events to come? The synchronicity is not lost to me, but what does it mean?

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Concentric Circles

My dreams last night were again quite vivid. I seemed to be once again preparing for something coming very soon.

Concentric Circles

Standing on the green of a very large field with a group of girls, I watched as a large circle formed in the sky. Inside was layer after layer of smaller circles. I did not take much notice of the circles as I was having an in-depth conversation with a group of  girls about the age when they first kissed and first had intercourse.

I mentioned to the girls how I thought it was an issue that so many young people were having sex at younger and younger ages. I was concerned about my own daughter and that is when the question came up about when each of us had experienced our first kiss, etc. This part of the dream was quite odd because I distinctly recall being each of the girls I was talking to. I saw a dark haired girl in front of me and she spoke first. When she did, I spoke as if she were me. I said I had intercourse for the first time at fourteen. The other me, the primary one, objected and thought, “That’s not true” and then told the real ages of these life events.

It was at this time that I saw the concentric circle separate into its parts. Each part then expanded to be the size of the largest circle. I watched as each of them was placed on the green field side by side. I recall seeing eight total circles. They were empty inside but their outline was in a light, fuzzy blue color.

I then noticed that my group, including myself, was standing inside one of the circles. Imagine the circles in two rows of four. If you counted from the top of the left group, we were in the second circle.

Queen Latifagain

In this dream I was interacting with a black woman who reminded me of Queen Latifa. We were inside a dress shop picking out prom dresses. I was dressed in a short sleeved, white wedding dress with lace around the bodice. “Latifa” was browsing the dresses and looking at different styles. I walked up to her and started talking to her about her choices. I commented on a woman who was modeling a dress that resembled a floral print moo-moo. Latia and I was talking about the style and what others would think of it and other styles.

She then said she had to be on her way because she was in college and had an exam in 9 hours. She went to a large, blue duffel bag and inside were odd things like box after box of laundry detergent and piles of money.

The next thing I recall is being in a silver car driving with her and getting in line at the bank. I pulled up and she hopped out to retrieve her belongings from the trunk. I guess this was her destination and I remember helping her unload the strange items from the trunk – boxes of Gain laundry detergent! I wondered how she would take it all on the plane with her.

I got back into the car but it went out of gear and began to move forward on its own. I panicked and got out of the car to control it almost hitting the car behind me. Interestingly, the car was on tracks similar to a railroad. When I finally pulled up to the teller line there was an officer looking at me with a notebook taking notes. I explained what happened and a woman replaced him and smiled. I had with me four huge bags full of stacks of money. It was at least $40,0000!

Scabies Dream and Vibrations

I had a short dream at this time in which I was being given a prescription. What was odd was that I was at work when I got them dispensed to me and one bottle was for Scabies. I recall being disgusted and knowing I did not have them. The guy giving me the bottle of pills told me it was just a precaution because they were going around. I looked at the bottle and saw I should take three. I only took one.

I then went into a room and saw a woman I work with crying and upset. In real life she is trying to save her marriage and considering leaving her husband. In the dream she left work suddenly and then returned to tell us goodbye because she was leaving her husband. I told her to not waver on her decision.

When I woke up I was disgusted by the scabies and intrigued by the dream. I was also totally covered in vibrations and a warm, healing sensation in my mid-lower back and the familiar energy helmet over my head. My third-eye was especially lit up with energy.

Interpretations

The circle dream is self-explanatory. I believe I was being shown how we are all interconnected/One.

The second dream indicates that I am happy with myself at this time. This is indicative of my wedding dress. Looking at other dresses indicates possibilities that exist for me. The Gain detergent suggests I am being asked to clean up something in my life or change my image. In doing so there will be “gain”. The bank symbolizes the need for financial security. Perhaps I am feeling a lack of resources at my disposal. The money being deposited indicates that I am being shown this should not be a concern.

The final dream with the scabies indicates that I am feeling “unclean” about a specific situation and am frustrated or distressed about it. I am not sure if the second half is precognitive for my coworker or symbolic for me.

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Black Sand Beach

I did it. I should have known better.

I went ahead and exercised despite the multiple flashes in my mind to do yoga and relax instead. Not only that, I kept at it past when I had decided to stop – just two more sets. No big deal.

Ha!

I crashed – mentally, physically, almost emotionally – about three hours later. I felt nauseous and got a really nasty headache. I got the shakes, too. Total low blood sugar burn out. I am better now but my head feels weird and I know what its about. Tonight there is more work to be done and I overdid it with my workout today. So now I may not be able to be fully present for the big event….or whatever it will be that is going to happen.

Mental Preparation

Last night, while I slept, I know there was some major preparation going on. I woke up after a very long, in-depth dream which I promptly decided I would not try to remember despite knowing it was significant. I was just too tired to care. I fell back to sleep and guess what? Yeah, I remember most of it anyway.

In the dream I spent quite a long time with a man. He had pale skin and blonde hair and was about a foot taller than me. I do not recall now the specifics of what we were doing or what was said. All I recall is being “inside” his head and inside mine alongside him and being shown the inner workings of the mind. We were inserting triangles and other shapes, making them bigger and/or smaller, and manipulating manipulationvibrational frequencies. We would first do it in his “mind” and then in mine. It felt more like a simulation than anything; like I was being taught how to do something very mathematically intricate and important.

When I awoke from this dream I immediately thought of the Algebra class I failed in several previous dreams. A recent dream from the night before last involved me being reminded that I would have to retake the class. I knew that I was now about to begin again and I said to my guide, “I’m not ready”.

Black Sand Beach

I fell back to sleep and was immediately taken up a flight of circular stairs made of concrete. I was with a group of others and the stairs smoothed out to become a ramp as we reached the top. At the top there were lines of people in two rows. I recall seeing cars with bubbles around them representing each of the people. There was a comment made about having to wait when the line began to move forward very quickly and with such speed that we had to run to catch up.

When we arrived at check-in, I wondered if I were in an airport but could not make out anything similar to one. I remember thinking I needed to go but didn’t know where.

The next thing I knew I was joining a group of people at a beach. The sand was sparkling and black, like the sands of a Hawaiian beach. I saw the water and immediately wanted to frolic in it. I went into it and thrust my hands into the water, letting it pool in the palms of my hands. I can still see the glittering white sparkles in the black sand and feel the grit of it under my feet as I stood in it.

My group pretty much ignored my enthusiasm. I ignored them in turn but a part of me was aware that they were meeting to discuss something important.

When I awoke this time I felt a call different than I am use to receiving upon waking. It came from directly above my head, high above me and centered on my being. I was not afraid nor nervous of it. I knew it was the High Council and I accepted their invitation, though I was still so very tired.

I won’t go into detail now about what was said as it was a message meant for me only. However, I will say they were warning me of resisting whatever is coming next. To do so could result in me returning to a state I have not been in for some time; a darker time in my life where fear played me for a fool many times.

I was specifically reminded of the recent message they gave me:

In these instances there may appear to be a break in your subconscious-conscious delineations and so as much it may be difficult for you to comprehend the enormity of the vibrational changes which will result. It is at these times that we request you subvert to your higher functioning and resist intervening in the process.

The mental effects of the above could result in feeling breaks with reality, which I have experienced before. I will be taking their advice 100% to avoid any of that!