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Strange Dreams
Early last week, I learned that an old friend was dying. After several attempts to write a letter or card that said something meaningful, I decided I was going to make the trip to Richmond to see her instead. I still didn't have the foggiest notion what I would say to her, but at least this way I could look in her eyes and stumble over my words instead of just committing them to paper. The Hallmark jingle kept going thru my head -- "when you care enough to send the very best" -- and I decided I could do one better. What's a nine hour drive when a friend is dying?
Missy and I left Wednesday morning, saw Pat on Wednesday evening, spent the night in a hotel there and then came back on Thursday to spend about four and a half hours with her before we had to get back on the road. On our way home, we stopped in Point Pleasant, West Virginia and spent the night so that we could go to the Mothman Museum and scope out the town the next day. (We'll be going back later on in the year -- there's just too much to see and do to pack it into one day! Pictures are posted in the 2008 album in our gallery, including three of Pat, who passed away on January 16.)
We got home from Virginia late Friday night/Saturday morning. That night my dreams were disjointed and confusing. I know part of it was simple exhaustion, another part was attributable to Pat's condition. Three things stood out enough to be noted in my dream journal --
I was at a wedding, with a bunch of people I do not know while awake, but seemed to know in my dream. People kept coming up to me and asking me to read their auras. I didn't mind doing this, but they kept trying to pay me for it and I was getting upset at them trying to give me money. This man came up to sit beside me, about 6' or maybe a little taller, dark brown hair with a touch of gray, and very good looking. He asked me why I wouldn't accept money from anyone and I said because people shouldn't pay for my using a gift. He said "but you accept money for reading tarot cards. You accept money for charting bio-rhythms for people. Why won't you take it for reading their auras?" I tried to explain to him that the tarot cards and bio-charts were a different matter because those were external to me, whereas seeing someone's aura is just something that happens on its own. When I was done talking he smiled at me and started to say something -- and I woke up.
In the next dream I was in my car, driving down an interstate in an area with a lot of fields, farms, and wooded areas. I don't know why, but I kept getting the feeling I was in Tennessee or North Carolina. Missy was in the backseat of the car, dozing, and the man from the wedding was in the passenger seat. I had the impression we were heading to a Feis (Irish Dance competition) for Missy, but why this man would be with us is beyond me! We were talking about religion and God, and I was explaining my religious beliefs to him at length and in great detail (something I never do). Amazingly, he was in agreement with me on almost everything, we disagreed on only one point -- whether or not a Pagan would be accepted by a singular God (I said they would, he said they would not) -- and as we discussed it, the dream kind of faded away. I don't think I woke up, the dream just kind of drifted off and went away.
The final thing that stood out was a huge, glowing, floating 37 that kept dancing across the sky. I was laying on a blanket outside, it was daytime, and the sun was shining. I had been looking at the clouds, trying to see pictures in them, when this giant 37 appeared and suddenly there was the same guy again. This time, he didn't say anything, he just smiled at me and I was looking up at him, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand. He extended his hand to help me up, and as I took his hand, I woke up.
On Saturday night/Sunday morning, the same guy was in the one dream I remember from the night. This dream was like an epic mini-series or something, it just seemed to go on forever. At one point I realized I was dreaming and instead of taking control (as I normally do when I become aware that I'm dreaming) and reshaping it, I thought to myself "no, I don't want to mess with this! It's not a dream, it's not a dream, it's not a dream ..." and somewhere along the line I lost touch of the fact and let the dream unfold on its own.
In the dream, we were walking down a sidewalk in a neighborhood. All of the houses were very similar, the only real difference was in the exterior colors or materials. All of the homes were wood sided, no brick or stone. The yards were perfect squares and the houses sat in exactly the same spot on each lot. Each driveway was exactly the same -- the entire neighborhood was very regimented and precise. (For those who are familiar with the area, it reminded me of Parma, Ohio.) Each time we came to a driveway, we turned into it, walked up to the house and rang the bell. Everyone was home -- we never had a ring go unanswered -- and everyone who came to the door had either a phrase or an item for us.
As we walked down the street we collected:
a round, clear crystal about the size of a bouncey ball that you'd use for playing jacks
a clear blue crystal point on a chain -- real blue, not aqua in color -- that the man told me I should wear, so I did
a red pot holder with an embroidered poinsettia on it
a yellow cell phone
an orange bottle with nothing in it
a black rose
a green pouch
a ring with a purple stone (amethyst, I presume)
And these phrases:
White blossoms bring the purest promise.
A whisper on the wind brings a message.
The evening floats on a gentle wing.
Take comfort in the twilight.
Hope reminds the dawning day.
Moonlight is a secret armored cloak.
Silence shrouds the darkness with inner light.
Revelation is within. Do you seek it ? ? ?
Right after we got the final phrase, I woke up. I was sitting up in bed, my dream journal was in my lap, my pen was in my hand and the two lists above were written exactly as above on the page --- including the parenthetical "amethyst, I presume." I have absolutely no memory (or dream memory) of having written the words. I have no idea what they mean.
Missy and I left Wednesday morning, saw Pat on Wednesday evening, spent the night in a hotel there and then came back on Thursday to spend about four and a half hours with her before we had to get back on the road. On our way home, we stopped in Point Pleasant, West Virginia and spent the night so that we could go to the Mothman Museum and scope out the town the next day. (We'll be going back later on in the year -- there's just too much to see and do to pack it into one day! Pictures are posted in the 2008 album in our gallery, including three of Pat, who passed away on January 16.)
We got home from Virginia late Friday night/Saturday morning. That night my dreams were disjointed and confusing. I know part of it was simple exhaustion, another part was attributable to Pat's condition. Three things stood out enough to be noted in my dream journal --
I was at a wedding, with a bunch of people I do not know while awake, but seemed to know in my dream. People kept coming up to me and asking me to read their auras. I didn't mind doing this, but they kept trying to pay me for it and I was getting upset at them trying to give me money. This man came up to sit beside me, about 6' or maybe a little taller, dark brown hair with a touch of gray, and very good looking. He asked me why I wouldn't accept money from anyone and I said because people shouldn't pay for my using a gift. He said "but you accept money for reading tarot cards. You accept money for charting bio-rhythms for people. Why won't you take it for reading their auras?" I tried to explain to him that the tarot cards and bio-charts were a different matter because those were external to me, whereas seeing someone's aura is just something that happens on its own. When I was done talking he smiled at me and started to say something -- and I woke up.
In the next dream I was in my car, driving down an interstate in an area with a lot of fields, farms, and wooded areas. I don't know why, but I kept getting the feeling I was in Tennessee or North Carolina. Missy was in the backseat of the car, dozing, and the man from the wedding was in the passenger seat. I had the impression we were heading to a Feis (Irish Dance competition) for Missy, but why this man would be with us is beyond me! We were talking about religion and God, and I was explaining my religious beliefs to him at length and in great detail (something I never do). Amazingly, he was in agreement with me on almost everything, we disagreed on only one point -- whether or not a Pagan would be accepted by a singular God (I said they would, he said they would not) -- and as we discussed it, the dream kind of faded away. I don't think I woke up, the dream just kind of drifted off and went away.
The final thing that stood out was a huge, glowing, floating 37 that kept dancing across the sky. I was laying on a blanket outside, it was daytime, and the sun was shining. I had been looking at the clouds, trying to see pictures in them, when this giant 37 appeared and suddenly there was the same guy again. This time, he didn't say anything, he just smiled at me and I was looking up at him, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand. He extended his hand to help me up, and as I took his hand, I woke up.
On Saturday night/Sunday morning, the same guy was in the one dream I remember from the night. This dream was like an epic mini-series or something, it just seemed to go on forever. At one point I realized I was dreaming and instead of taking control (as I normally do when I become aware that I'm dreaming) and reshaping it, I thought to myself "no, I don't want to mess with this! It's not a dream, it's not a dream, it's not a dream ..." and somewhere along the line I lost touch of the fact and let the dream unfold on its own.
In the dream, we were walking down a sidewalk in a neighborhood. All of the houses were very similar, the only real difference was in the exterior colors or materials. All of the homes were wood sided, no brick or stone. The yards were perfect squares and the houses sat in exactly the same spot on each lot. Each driveway was exactly the same -- the entire neighborhood was very regimented and precise. (For those who are familiar with the area, it reminded me of Parma, Ohio.) Each time we came to a driveway, we turned into it, walked up to the house and rang the bell. Everyone was home -- we never had a ring go unanswered -- and everyone who came to the door had either a phrase or an item for us.
As we walked down the street we collected:
a round, clear crystal about the size of a bouncey ball that you'd use for playing jacks
a clear blue crystal point on a chain -- real blue, not aqua in color -- that the man told me I should wear, so I did
a red pot holder with an embroidered poinsettia on it
a yellow cell phone
an orange bottle with nothing in it
a black rose
a green pouch
a ring with a purple stone (amethyst, I presume)
And these phrases:
White blossoms bring the purest promise.
A whisper on the wind brings a message.
The evening floats on a gentle wing.
Take comfort in the twilight.
Hope reminds the dawning day.
Moonlight is a secret armored cloak.
Silence shrouds the darkness with inner light.
Revelation is within. Do you seek it ? ? ?
Right after we got the final phrase, I woke up. I was sitting up in bed, my dream journal was in my lap, my pen was in my hand and the two lists above were written exactly as above on the page --- including the parenthetical "amethyst, I presume." I have absolutely no memory (or dream memory) of having written the words. I have no idea what they mean.
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