June 6th, 2018
I had a dream where my mom has a museum where she displays artifacts from history. The artifacts have religious or spiritual connotations. Things like tuning bowls, instruments, mandalas etc. My mom lives in the house behind the museum. Someone comes into the museum looking for her wanting to borrow my bike. The person is a cousin possibly Victor. I’m thinking I hope my mom hasn’t started lending out my things to people because these things are things I cherish and have great value and memories tied to them. I don’t seem to remember how to get to her house. He tells me they need access to the water lines. As he is leaving, I tell him, I am the son of Otilia. I then discretely follow behind him knowing if I follow him he will lead me to where my mom is or lives. I may learn more about my mom. Behind the house is a natural body of water which is very deep. The water glows orange and yellow in the light of the sun. He now has lion hair and a furr coat on. He now reminds me of my cousin Jeannette. She dives in to retrieve what they need to access the water main. When she comes out at the other end I tell her she didn’t have to jump in the water with her coat on. She then takes the coat off to dry it and now she is a man with a beautiful hairy chest. I think to myself, why would you cover that up his beautiful furry chest with a furr coat? He rushes off to get his firetruck. I am looking in the direction where he went waiting to see him return when from behind a truck and trailer approach. The truck has no sides or top. I ask him if it is legal to drive around like that. He gets off the truck and tells me this is his firetruck.
Scenes flash before me like short 3 second movie clips. Messages from these people come rushing in. In one clip, I see my son when he is young. I stop the clip because after all its my dream and I want to see my son. The dream pauses for just a moment long enough for me to get a good look.
(Click on above image it’s a 3 second clip)
In the time span of a breath I take in his image. Feeling complete I exhale allowing the dream to continue. I then see a man who looks at me. I am still coming off the intense high of seeing my son so I am not paying much attention to anything else. I feel like I have what I came for. Again he makes a facial gesture indicating he too has a message for me. I am still unable to focus. He looks directly into my eyes and says, “Look at me.” I pause long enough for me to get a good look at this man. The dream ends here as his image slowly fades from my mind. Who is this man?
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I then woke up and recorded the details of the dream. After my coffee I wanted to know who this man was. Why was it so important for me to look into his eyes. I said a prayer and walked into my library glancing slowly at the pictures on the shelves. I wanted to find a picture with someone I can look into their eyes. I then came to my Grandmothers photograph. I stared at my Grandma for a few minutes and felt complete.
I then went upstairs to start my day. The man’s face a man I’ve never seen before yet clear as day in my mind’s eye sat there not wanting to leave me. I turned on the TV to watch MSNBC. The news was having a segment honoring Robert F Kennedy. It was a long segment on his life. I am slightly annoyed because I want the regular news. What is going on with Bobby Kennedy today that they are taking so much time recounting his life. They then turned to a picture of him and OMG it was his face in my dream. It was his face exactly.
I then went online to look for pictures of him to possibly look into his eyes. Come to find out today it is the 50th anniversary of his death. He died 50 years ago at Good Samaritan Hospital in Los Angeles.
My grandmother Simona Camargo also died at Good Samaritan Hospital when I was in the 8th grade probably 1978. This is the picture I have of my Grandmother in my library. I worked at Good Samaritan as a candy stripper the summer she died. My aunt Helen also worked there as a nurse. I thought it unusual when I came to her picture how perfect it felt to looking into her eyes. I felt it must have been her. I thought maybe my grandma came to me as a man in my dream but why would she do that? Apparently there was so much more to be told. What is the coincidence that today would be the anniversary of Bobby’s death. Curious too the image I found online of bobby near the body of water is a 3 second clip much like the clips presented to me in the dream. Had he possibly been swimming there in that picture? And apparently he has a hairy chest. So many coincidences.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt it was OB I saw before this man showed his face. Was it then OB all along showing me his firetruck? I like the picture of Bobby and the little girl. I imaging myself someday with OB. I wonder is that was his daughter. I don’t know much about Bobby Kennedy. Was OB my Grandma and Bobby all in heaven conspiring to send me messages. I think so. I am a blessed man to have a direct connection to the higher realms.
May you rest in Peace Bobby. And to my Grandma I remember you like it was yesterday. I will never forget you. Le tengo mucho amor abuelita.