Lucid Dream: The Garden

My family just returned from a five day trip to South Padre Island, Texas. It was nice though the drive is always a challenge. We took our dog, Monty, which made things even more interesting and fun. Extended family was also there at the same time. I’m not sure I liked that part, though. Too much pressure to do what the group wants tends to put a kink in my relaxation. I like to plan as I go.

This trip was mostly a lazy beach trip. We did very little besides the beach and pool. It was nice and relaxing. The kids had fun and the weather was perfect!

 

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May 20th

We left on the 20th, which if you have forgotten, was a date given to me by my guidance as a “heads up”. Turns out that morning I woke up crying from a dream in which I was asked a simple question, “Would you describe your life as warm or cold?” I answered, “Definitely cold.”

The dream went on from there with a discussion about why I thought as I did and me thinking of one particular time that I considered warm. This led to much grief and upset and I ended up waking in tears.

I also had a precognitive dream that suggests an issue at me and my husband’s place of employment. The past owner, who died many years ago now, was the one to give the message. He said point blank, “We are going down.” This was in reference to something happening on a particular construction job that was a missed and dominoes into a much bigger headache, one that could lead to the end of the company.

Lucid Dream – The Garden

Then this morning I woke from a strange dream I can’t recall now. When I returned to sleep I ended up lucid inside a space that was very calming and familiar to me. I was surrounded by people. Some were with me, others were standing around tables conversing. The tables were spread out around a garden with crushed stone paths, flowering vines, trickling waterfalls and pools, trees, shrubs, bushes, flowers, etc. There seemed to be a mountain of some sort near as well. I could perceive it as a sort of boundary to the garden and the rest of the garden seemed rectangular shape, almost like it was within a room.

Throughout the dream I was aware that the people in this garden were there to help me. Call them guides, my Team, or whatever, but I knew they were there FOR me. There were way more than I could count and all exuded a calm, peace-filled love and acceptance. I felt completely at ease with each of them.

Sometimes I would see someone that I recognized over the others, like a “friend” or at least someone I had memory of beyond that space. For example, I saw a very familiar dark haired woman with a bright smile. When I saw her I focused on her longer than the other and called her by name. We embraced and immediately passionately kissed and touched. I think I called her “Michelle” but can’t recall now. It is like names and conversations turn to gobbledygook in my mind once I wake. They swirl together like tie dye in my head. Literally. But only if I am not meant to remember them it seems.

I recall walking along with a guide or two talking and looking at the tables with people at them. It was almost like these were subject-specific “booths” to work through certain things. Like advice booths maybe.

Some things I recall being told were – “You are not use to looking like this.” This statement came along with reassurance and the sense that it was in reference to this life and this body. I remember feeling unsettled when I received this communication, as if the women telling me was trying to get me to understand why I felt like I did in this body and lifetime. When I heard her words I relaxed and accepted what was said as fact. It felt like truth.

I also remember being told, “This place is composed of people from your past, not your present and future.” It was not those exact words but the sense was that what I was experiencing was a kind of mingling with people I knew “before” (this life perhaps), which explained why I recognized them.

Every once in a while my lucidity would become so much that I would blink back into my physical body but every time I would relax and come back to this place. There was no doubt in my mind that the place was created for me, maybe even by me. It was Home, at least one of them, and I could feel it through and through. I encountered so many friends there and remember talking to them and recognizing their roles in my experience(s). They felt very much like guides but more than that. It is hard to explain.

In one particularly lucid moment I looked around at the garden and everyone vanished for a moment. I held my arms out in a T and began to spin in circles like a child would. I spun faster and faster until I entered a different scene from the perspective of what I think was a small child or infant. I could see a wooden nightstand next to a bed. The wall was covered in light colored wallpaper with tiny flowers on it. Near the floor I spotted a rip in the wallpaper and saw a dark almost black colored paint underneath. For some reason it felt like that rip was symbolic of the circumstances I found myself in.

Then I was watching from a different perspective, up in the corner of the room. I was looking at a woman dressed in very obviously 1960’s era clothing. Her hair was dark blonde and long with waves. She was talking to someone about making a choice, asking for advice on what to do. She was told that she had potential and did not need the added burden of a child. It felt like she was going to give up her child. Was that child me? I don’t know. I did not feel any attachment whatsoever to the scene I was witnessing. It was as if a scene from a movie or story. That is all.

I shifted back to my body momentarily and then back into the garden. I was standing in the very spot I had just been in before I spun into the other scene. Standing by a table were some “friends”. In front of me was the woman I had been with the entire time, though I can’t recall her features or anything now. I stared in front of me, the woman I was with seeming to be all around me but behind me specifically at this point. It was like I shifted into the middle of a conversation about my future and how to handle it. I remember being advised to “save” and I said, “Oh, you mean I will need to spend money and so have to save it.” In my mind flashes of buying necessities and such were coming to mind and I was thinking that the changes coming would mean I needed to be very smart in how I spent my money. I was told, “Not exactly.” I was advised again, “Save it.” I responded with, “Okay. I will save money.” At the time I was thinking to myself that I need to keep doing what I have already been doing with my paychecks.

There was more discussion then about what I would need to put my focus and attention on. It felt like we were talking about what I should eat but I am not so sure now. I was told to drink milk and heard the brand of milk. First I heard, “Science diet” and then “Hades”. I remember thinking, “What milk is called Hades?” I believe the conversation went with me asking, “Should I drink science diet?” And I heard back, “Milk.” That is when they gave me the name “Hades.”

My lucidity peaked again about this time. I remember seeing a man standing behind one of the tables. He was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. His features were very angular and I think he wore white. When I saw him I recognized him and immediately leaned in and kissed him. I could feel a tiny bit of his tongue in our kiss and I laughed and said, “I felt that! You always try and sneak in a bit of tongue.” It felt like he and I had history, what that history was I have no idea.

Near the front of the garden I heard lots of noise and a woman was complaining about the angels being allowed in too frequently. The woman was holding what looked like muddied white clothing. In the dream I remember wondering what the angels looked like and why they would be called in.

There is much of the experience that is lost to me now. I kept shifting back into my body and the longer I was in this garden place, the more lucid I became until eventually I did not shift back into it. When I woke I could feel energy in places of my body. The energy felt colored, the lighter the color, the more intense the energy. Like gold energy was the warmest and most active and blue the least. There was a massive golden energy around my left side that extended from my ribs to my pelvis.

I lingered in the in-between for a long while after and continued to converse with the female from my dream (who I never saw). I remember hearing the word “Vega” and also “Eniuanniki”. I saw it spelled as it was spoken and though it sounded familiar the way it was spelled did not match what I thought. There were lots of “i’s” and it reminded me of the word “Annunaki”. Honestly I don’t know if I was receiving the communication correctly. Maybe I was hearing more than one word? Hard to say now.

Considerations

After an experience like this it can be hard to put it all together into something that makes complete sense. The memories seem to have no order when I awake despite seeming to take place in order when they occur. It is like they are all happening at the same time to my mind and so it struggles to put it into Time order. So I am left only with a feeling and sense of this gift I was given.

First it feels that I was being shown a glimpse of Home and that it was given so that I recognized I was not alone. Yesterday as I was walking back from the beach to the hotel one last time, the gospel hymn, Softly and Tenderly was going through my head. Specifically, “Come home. Come home. Yea who are weary come home.” I actually sang the song as I walked to the hotel and recorded it on my Instagram feed.

Then I was being advised on something up and coming. I do not know for certain exactly what but during the dream I was thinking of being on my own again and concerns about money were on my mind. The advice to save and the strange Hades milk was given. Not sure what to think of the Hades milk! Milk = nourishment, abundance. Hades = underworld, wealth. Perhaps I am to drink abundance? Sounds like something my guides would tell me.

Home from Vacation

We returned home last night from South Padre Island. The trip overall was a success with some minor hiccups along the way. My husband left our 10-year-old daughter to make the reservations and did not double check them before booking. This left us with less than ideal sleeping quarters but it was workable.

Four full days of beach time was a bit too much so I suggested we take advantage of some other activities available on the island. I mostly wanted to take advantage of the perfect conditions and go fishing. The entire time we were there the weather was mild with temps in the mid-80’s, the water was very clear (unusual) and the winds calm. The water was so clear that we could see fish swimming under our feet when were swimming! It reminded me of the waters in the Caribbean and Australia.

So, we booked a dolphin sunset tour for the third night and a bay fishing excursion the next morning. We had considered a deep sea fishing trip but it took half a day and our children would likely not do well for such a long period of time. The bay fishing was 4 hours and in shallower water.

The kids really enjoyed the dolphin cruise. Though they had never been on a boat of that size (only kayaks) none were nervous and we had no sea sickness. The dolphins showed up enough that my youngest kept yelling, “Mommy! I saw a shark! I saw it’s fin!” lol He eventually realized it was not a shark toward the end. 🙂

We got to see a beautiful sunset over the bay as well on that trip.

The next morning we rose early and I was able to go to the beach and watch the sunrise. I didn’t get much sleep the entire trip so waking early was no issue. For some reason I struggled to get to sleep while there. When I started to drift off I’d wake suddenly in a panic, my heart racing. I have no idea why this happened.

The fishing trip was fun but my oldest and youngest both had full-on panic attack episodes over the waves rocking the boat. My oldest recovered to the point of actually catching almost as many fish as me. My youngest took longer. He had to sit in the captain’s cabin to recover. We caught lots of fish. I lost count of how many I caught but among them were sand trout, whiting, catfish and a black tipped shark (oh and one crab but that doesn’t count). Adrian caught four keepers and we ended up with enough fish to have fish tacos for lunch. None of the fish were very big but it was still fun.

While on the boat I was in heaven. I could have stayed out on the water all day. The rocking of the boat caused me no issues whatsoever which was a surprise. I am prone to seasickness. The weather was so mild, the water blue and the skies cloud-free. The rocking of the boat was relaxing to the point that I found myself in a kind of meditative state. I remember daydreaming about living there and working on a boat. I told my husband I wish I could have stayed out on the water all day every day. The only thing missing was catching a bigger fish, one that gave a good fight. I suggested to my husband that we take a trip, just the two of us, and fish the entire time. That would be so awesome. I doubt it will ever happen. He is not into fishing like I am. 😦

Something odd that happened after the fishing trip was that for the next 24 hours whenever I would close my eyes I could still feel the boat rocking in a very real way. My oldest two children complained about the feeling. I actually liked it. It felt somewhat like I was plastered drunk without the sick/spinning part anyway. Unfortunately, it kept me from falling asleep. I didn’t really mind, though.

The other part of the trip that I enjoyed was being in the water and floating on my back while the waves rocked me back and forth. This particular beach was perfect because of the sand bars. They broke up the typical riptides making for perfect swimming conditions. We could go out hundreds of feet from the beach without worry of being swept away. The sand bars extended even further than that.

As I assumed would happen, the drive to and from South Padre was the most challenging. We rented a Dodge Caravan so the kids could move around freely and boy did they ever. Moments of quiet were rare. Fights broke out often and my husband insisted on chatting throughout. I just wanted silence or music. I didn’t get my way. 😦 Eventually, I just laughed through the crazy moments, poking fun at myself for being irritated at my kids for being kids. I thought to myself, “If I had gone on this trip without them I would miss this chaos and their energy.” I ended up laughing so hard I cried one time because Elek kept screaming at the top of his lungs for no reason at all except to scream.

Here are some photos of the trip.

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