Last night’s dream ended with a gift. I was allowed to ask a question. I seemed to know I should think hard about the question so I could ask a good one. So during the dream I held my thoughts regarding the question I would ask until the end.
In the dream, I am with my parents they have come to visit me. I am trying to figure out if I can work my living situation out such that I can have them stay with me indefinitely. I don’t see a need for them to return to California since they don’t really live there anymore. I will need to make accommodations for my parents since they are elderly and are unable to navigate the stairs in the house. I decide my dad needs the most help. He will be able to remain in the basement and come up to the rest of the house as needed. The railing will support him should he need to come up. I decide I’m going to do it. My decision is made they will remain with me.
While in the basement I notice water is coming down the walls. I immediately run upstairs to assess the situation. There is a man spraying refrigerant on the mattress in the bedroom but he has the doors and windows open which is causing condensation to occur. The refrigerant is also causing the drain in the nearby bathroom to freeze. His task seems impossible with the windows open. He struggles to freeze the bed but he is working harder than he should if he only knew to close the windows. I immediately address the issue and close all the windows and doors. I take the plunger to the sinks to dislodge the ice which allows the water to flow freely through the drain once more. I believe I have remedied the situation in the nick of time.
I now realize I am running out of time. I need to decide on the question to ask before I leave the dream. If there is one question I could have answered what would it be? If I could only call 411. It hits me. I ask, “I need more information.”
The other night I had a very vivid dream where I am I am outside just walking down the street. It is a beautiful area which is hilly. In the distance between the hills I can see the sun rising as the sky is red with the sunlight. I then see between the hills alien ships arriving in the skies. They are very large. People are not sure what to think.
At this point I question whether I am dreaming. Looking around at my surrounding I examine it and determine this is for real. I am not dreaming. I quickly move to a place where I can get the best view of the alien ships. I tell people not to worry I will talk to them.
The ships are sending scouts on flying scooters. The scouters fly very fast. People begin retreating to their homes. I continue to try to find the best place to wave them down so I can have a discussion with them. I’m told to come into the house where we can discuss things. I go into a house. Again I seem to question whether I am dreaming. Looking around the house I examine my surroundings. I am definitely not dreaming. I shut the door and look to my right where there is an aquarium. I pause to look in on the fish. There are small angel fish in the tank. Looking more carefully I can see the angel fish have babies in the tank. I then see an eel type of fish swim by which reminds me of an arrowana. How is it the eel has not eaten the babies?
In last night’s dream I am with my MKP group at a retreat. There are many activities planned for the weekend. At the very end there is a ceremonial reception for the MKP Members and their guests. I walk into the auditorium thinking I’ve done this before so I should remember the routine but there is a laissez faire attitude about me where I am not really concerned about getting it right. I simply want things to unfold naturally without my input. Someone comes to assist the new initiates get to where they need to be. Since I am haphazard, I enter through the door where family, friends and other invites are to enter and be seated. I decide to help out with the initiates since now that I have entered through the wrong door I will have to make my way to the member waiting area so I may as well help them make there way to the secret area. I remember there is a door one can use from this side to access the other side. As I am about to escort the initiate through the secret door my cousin Jeanette appears unexpectedly. She is excited to see me and say hello. I pause for a minute to greet her and introduce her to the initiate. In doing so, I become aware of the ceremonial robe I am wearing which is my Halloween Cloak.
After a short greeting Jeanette retreats to the guest area to view the ceremony and I continue on with the initiate to escort him to the designated area where the members wait. Passing through the door we walk down a dark corridor. I reach for my cell phone so it may light my path and upon looking at it, I can see it is smaller and of a higher technology than the one I remember having in real life. When did I change my phone? I can not recall ordering a new phone so this must not be my phone yet it seems to respond to me as if it were my cell phone. Intrigued, I examine it carefully and think back to the last place where I charged my phone. It was in the member waiting area where we are going now. I will attempt to retrieve my cell phone and leave this one in its place as someone may be looking for it.
Now in the member waiting area, I look around for my charger and phone. Not finding the charger I pat down my pockets again for a second time and feel the cell phone in my right hand side. I reach in and retrieve the cell phone. Looking at it, It is in fact my cell phone. With the other hand I reach in to retrieve the other cell phone and notice it is now only the box it came in with the shrink wrap plastic.
At the end of the ceremony everyone is invited to take with them any left over food. I have a particular interest in the fruit pies. They must have been a big hit because they are pretty much all gone. I decide not to take anything back with me because nothing can substitute for apple crumb and peach pie.
~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
After waking up and thinking about the dream two things really struck me, the Halloween Cloak and the cell phone. First off cell phone always are an indication my guardian angel Jennifer is near by. It wasn’t until that thought crossed my mind that I equated Jeannette with Jennifer since they both sound similar. My mind went back to the first dream where my Guardian Angel Jennifer gave me a cell phone I can use to call her anytime I need her.
Here is the original dream when Jennifer first showed up. Taken from my book, In the Course of a Dream, Emmanuel For Love pg 97.
In Case You Need Me, Speed Dial 4 on Your Cell Phone
I
am at a county fair where we are guests at a hotel. One of the rooms in the hotel has dining
tables that are laid out with orange and red tablecloths. Each table has a center piece that is
garnished with pieces of dried fruit.
Adjacent to this room is an outdoor white cloth tent where they store
fruit that they have grown organically.
Each type of fruit is stored in its own personal wooden crate. It reminds me of something you might see
displayed at Pottery Barn, except that at Pottery Barn they might be selling
fruit scented candles individually packed in their own little crates.
By force of habit, I take the bug spray and
spray the fruit. I am told that I do not
need to do that because the fruit grown here does not have bugs. I am thinking I might have spoiled their
organic crop. I realize my mistake and
quickly discard the bug spray. Far away
in an adjacent tent, I can see that there is a black lioness who is giving
birth to her cub.
I felt a tap on my shoulder which
caused me to awaken suddenly. As I
opened my eyes, beside me was the figure of an old bearded man who sat in a
lotus position on my bed. I instantly
recognized the man to be Sri Yukteswar, who was the Guru of Paramahansa
Yogananda, who in turn was the founder of the Self Realization Fellowship. I was a student of SRF many years ago when I
first ventured away from my Christian upbringing. I had studied with them for about two years
but never went through with their Kriya Yoga initiation. It was through the lessons of SRF and their
many references back to the Bible and other scriptures that gave me a renewed
and fresh appreciation for scripture.
They helped me recognize God as one and the same across all
religions.
Sri Yukteswar began talking to me
about the universe and how the number of the universe was 4. I could clearly see his lips moving but I
heard no sound. I laid there puzzled, wondering
why of all people Sri Yukteswar. I could
understand finding Paramahansa on my bed but not Sri Yukteswar. I knew very little about him other than that
he was Paramahansa’s Guru. He kept
talking and talking and making facial expressions. I kept trying to tell him in my mind that I
could not hear him.
“I
can’t hear you; I can only see your lips move.”
He
would respond, “Yes you can.”
I
would tell him again, “No, I’m sorry but I can’t hear you; I can only see your
lips moving.”
He
would patiently reply yet again, “Yes, you can hear me.”
Looking
back in hindsight, I realize that even though I did not hear anything audibly
with my ears, I did apparently receive his message telepathically, otherwise
how would I have known what his responses were and his message to me about the
properties of the universe. I did not know how that bit of information would
help me until much later when it became apparent that much meaning is hidden in
astrology and numerology.
He finally faded and I rolled over
and fell back to sleep. A couple hours
later, I awoke suddenly to again find him standing beside my bed asking me for
the time. I looked at my wrist watch but since I was not wearing my glasses, I
could not read the time on my watch.
Instead, I held out my arm and tapped my index finger on the face of my
watch, indicating for him to look at it for himself. He apparently did not want to make the effort
himself to look at it but instead wanted me to tell him the time. Knowing he was not going to leave me alone
until I told him the time, I sat up in bed to look over at my alarm clock,
which sat on the nightstand on the other side of my bed. The digital clock read 5:45am. “It’s 5:45am.”
This was the morning for sudden
awakenings because for a third time I would be roused yet again and with magic
and grace given a code by which I would confirm the existence of my guardian
angel. I had been in a dream where I was
with a group of friends. One of my
friends named Jennifer had taken a special interest in me. (In real life, I do not have a friend named
Jennifer) She gave me a cell phone that had her phone number preprogrammed in
it so that I could call upon her any time I needed her for any reason. She then showed me how, by simply pushing a
single button, it would autodial and connect me with her.
As
I was standing there with her, she pushed the button to test the phone. In that same moment in real life, I awoke
suddenly. Without even thinking, I
reached over to grab my voice recorder to record the details of the dream I had
just had regarding the preprogrammed cell phone. As I got to the part where I recorded,
“….and she tested it by pushing the button like this,” my real phone on my
nightstand rang. The sound of the phone ringing was captured on my voice
recorder. I did not answer it because it
was too early in the morning so I assumed it had to be a wrong number. I also did not correlate the testing of the
preprogrammed cell phone with the synchronicity of my real phone ringing at
precisely the same time.
It
was not until later that day when I went to journal my dream into my computer
that I replayed my voice recording and heard the phone ringing in the
background. Then the synchronicity behind it all hit me. Mysteriously, ever since then whenever I have
dreamt about my guardian angel and have gone to journal the dream, the message
indicator on my cell phone would beep to let me know that I have a
message. It would beep at precisely the
right time and not as a result of having been moved such that it had come into
cell range.
I
did not know if my cell phone was faulty, but it could go the entire day and
not beep at all to let me know that I have a message. It always beeped at precisely the right time
to let me know my guardian angel was with me.
We are the fruit of the vine. We are spirit having a human experience. That experience can never adversely affect
our spirit no matter what it is that we experience. We are bug-proof. Our fruit may dry and be
boxed away but our mother, the lioness, is continually giving birth to its
cubs.
Since that dream, I have learned
from one of my spirit guides that Jennifer, whose name is actually Guinevere
(which means “white fay” or “white ghost”), is in fact my guardian angel. I have one spirit guide named Felicity who is
around me all the time. She reminds me
of my older sister. She has shoulder
length straight hair and short bangs down to her eyebrows. Her hair curls forward as it comes to rest
upon her shoulders. She has a signature
trait of closing her eyes and softly shaking her head from side to side like in
the shampoo commercials. In the etheric
world, her hair moves with great body and bounce as if in slow motion. Every time I see her, she does her signature
move as it has a way of pacifying me.
As I am sure you might be wondering,
I would like to share here how I came to know their names. For a long time, I did not know. I just recognized my spirit guides as
nameless, simply having seen them before.
It happened one day in a guided meditation that was ironically titled,
“Channeling Your Spirit Guides.” While
focused inward on my third eye in that meditation, I had a vision where my
spirit guide came and did the little thing she always does with her hair. I had my headphones on, listening to the
guided meditation, and on the recording as if on queue it said, “If you should
see any of your spirit guides simply ask them their name.” So I did. To my surprise, I heard a voice say, “My name
is Felicity.”
Shocked,
yet knowing I had to take advantage of this moment, I asked her to please also
tell me the name of my guardian angel, to which I heard the voice say, “Don’t
you remember? Her name is Jennifer and she is the one that calls you on the
phone.”
I
had not equated Jennifer with an angel. In the dream she appeared simply as a
person and not as an angel. Recalling
the memory of Jennifer from the dream and the times when my guardian angel had
appeared, it suddenly rang true. I had a
moment of clarity and I remembered all the places I had seen her in visions and
dreams and I knew Felicity was telling the truth. She was the same person.
Angels do not always appear in visions or dreams in their winged form. They come to teach a lesson and will appear in whatever form necessary to carry the intended message. One must look to the soul of the person or spirit to know who is there.
~~~~~~~ END
As I read this now for the first time I am in amazement. It has been 10 years at least since I’ve re-read my own words from my book. What struck me were two things, the numerology and lioness having her cub. First I am currently unemployed trying to find a job. ….. SO HERE IS WHERE THE MIRACLE HAPPENED…….. the phone rang my cell phone and it was a job offer. I am no longer unemployed. I didn’t even have time to connect all the other dots. The coincidence that my original dream had the lioness giving birth to her cub and here I am about to have a baby in just a little more than 2 month. The fruit from the original dream and the fruit pies from the second dream. The initiates and the initiation into Kryia Yoga. Bizarre similarities including the phone call ushering hope that my Guardian Angel has not abandoned me at my time of greatest need.
And here I was going to translate this as simply message of faith. God has a greater plan. Well now I can say God definitely has a greater plan and a new job and that lioness is about to give birth to a little cub. AMEN AND AMEN!!
In last night’s dream I am with a group of friends. We normally hang out and eat at a restaurant. I am feeling a bit disconnected from the group not really knowing what has been on the agenda or what they have been planning recently. It feels like I have been away for sometime.
I become aware of a person who has been stalking the group with very large arrows. The arrows are thick like walking sticks. I am heading over to meet the guys for lunch when the stalker comes into focus. He is a grown man, shirtless, with long darj hair. He sits on billowing clouds that look like cotton balls. He has what appears to be white cotton wings. He grabs for his bow and shoots an arrow in my direction but misses. Angered by his threat, I reach up and grab the arrow. I examine the arrow carefully. It has a white leathery sheath and twine which holds the sheath against the inner wood of the arrow. I notice the tip is a blunt rubber which could not kill or injure anyone. I look up at him and he looks at me. Wanting to communicate with him I hold his arrow up to him and break the arrow against my knee. The arrow breaks but the leather sheath keeps the arrow from coming apart.
I peak in the arrow and notice the arrow is reinforced with a strap much like you would have on a back pack to secure around your shoulders. I want to split the inner strap but without a pair of scissors it would be would be impossible to separate. The arrow is collapsed down in two pieces securely connected by the leather sheath, twine and straps.
I continue on my way looking around at what this angelic being has done to the neighborhood. What threats has he been placing in the community? I now see my dad who is a very young man. How did my dad get here if he is already passed away. I presume my mother must be here too.
Having been distracted for a while dealing with the Archer, I receive a message from my group requesting I join them for lunch at Teds Bulletin. How interesting to have been called. I feel wanted and desired. The group wants specifically to include me. I am a part of. Having always felt like a loner I am a touched by the invitation.
I head over to their table at the restaurant and look around for a seat to occupy. There are several men already here scattered among two rectangular tables. Should I sit on the end or in the middle? I am inclined to sit on the end but something tells me to look under the table. I do so and notice the men are wearing loose billowing shorts which barely hide their privates. Some are so scanty their privates are in full view. Feeling more at ease I decide to sit at center of the first table. I sit back relax and cross my legs and realize I too am exposing my privates. My shorts are a vibrant blue color and the prettiest shorts at the table but they don’t do a very good job of concealing my privates.
In last night’s dream I am given a double cassette tape which contains cyber code someone wants me to evaluate. I am suspicious of the methods by which it was given to me. I’ve never seen code on a cassette tape. I open the jewel cassette case to reveal the two tapes inside. The cassettes illuminate a beautiful lime green color. I think they are too beautiful to be malicious but I am still not convinced. The packaging is extremely high tech. I take the tape and tell them I will get back to them with my response but in truth I just want to get away from them just in case they have a malicious motive. I see my old boss Juan come by and he tells me I can take an alternate route. It is a route I’ve never driven down before. He says while on the route, I can visit a lodge that sits along the road. He tells me they have many activities I can take part in. He smiles and remarks it is frequented by a group of red headed men. I am riding my motorcycle while he is walking. I tell him he is welcome to ride on the back of my cycle but I don’t have a helmet for him to wear. He says he is just going to enjoy a leisurely walk and will meet me there.
Evading my pursuers who had given me the tape I arrive at the lodge and walk in. Immediately I see a bunch of red headed men. They are beautiful Norwegian and Scandinavian men. I love red heads so I feel like I have died and gone to heaven. They are woodsmen with messy long vibrant red hair and beautiful flowing beards. They welcome me and invite me to look around.
I decide to explore the lodge and all the rooms including some of the dormitories for the residents. I enter one large room where a couple of black men are seated with their dogs. The dogs are chows. The chows are digging in sandboxes appearing to have a good time. The men are seated looking out 4 extremely large windows.
I continue on and run into Juan again. He tells me they teach music here and he encourages me to take a look at the music room. I walk around and come upon a room with many pianos some are smaller for kids to play and others are full sized. There is also a large bucket at the entrance with many woodwind instruments. All are welcome to enter and play a woodwind. The space is small but very welcoming. A Jamaican lady with a headdress is inside teaching a little boy to play the piano.
As I am readying to leave, I stop at the reception desk where two women are talking about their volunteer work. All the people here apparently volunteer their time for the benefit of the lodge. I think I too would like to be a part of this place.
I don’t remember much from last night’s dream. What I do recall was immediately before I woke up to go to the bathroom I was attempting flight to try to evade some threat. I remember not being sure whether I could pull it off or not. I summoned my strength and flapped my arms and off I went into the heavens. I recall looking down and finding myself over a large body of water. I thought I should probably avoid flying over water since I am not a great swimmer.
While in flight it occurs to me to ask how is it I got here? As I am flapping my arms like a bird to try to maintain altitude a voice says to me, “Your ability to fly comes from within your core there is no need to flap your arms.” With a new awareness of my core, I feel the energy rising from within creating lift.
I then woke up and marched confidently to the bathroom. Once I was done, I flushed and flapped my arms as I returned to bed. I remember thinking, “Flapping doesn’t really help.”
In last night’s dream I am busy doing things with my mom. We have a lot of activities planned. I question whether she has her cell phone with her. I vaguely remember having deactivated it. I excuse myself with her telling my mom I’m not sure what happened but I can have another cell phone issued for her. I make the arrangements for a new cell phone. She tells me she left her coat at my house. I tell her I can retrieve it and bring it to her the next time I come to visit. I decide why wait, I can just go get the coat and grab the cell phone for her quickly and return. I travel back to my house to retrieve the coat and quickly head on back. Once back at my mom’s house, I notice she has another coat she left there. My mom is now nowhere to be found. I think this would be a good time for me to use the cell phone to get a hold of her and determine her whereabouts. With her cell phone in my hand I flip it open and sense her presence. I find she is in a neighbors house. I walk over to the house and find her there. I notice she has a coat on. How many coats do you have mom and why do you keep leaving them in places.
The question triggers a recall of my mom’s death but I must be mistaken because she is right here. I’m somewhat aware I am dreaming yet in the dream I am waiting for the dream to trigger a lucid awareness. This seems too real for it to be a dream. Yet a part of me does recall her death. I also recall having kept among several things a coat she used to wear. I kept the coat to remember her by. I could still smell her scent on the coat. I remember it brought me comfort to have something associated with her.
At the end of the dream I am so puzzled about my predicament. I can’t understand why I would be thinking my mom had passed. This dream if it is a dream seems so real it can not possibly be a dream. I decide to walk over to a mirror to look at myself. In the mirror I clearly see my face except one detail is changed. My eyes are blue. I blink and blink to see if it is my imagination. My eyes remain blue. I close my eyes for an extended amount of time, reopening them to again see blue eyes. I know my eyes are brown. I close my eyes once again……and opening them I awaken from the dream. My eyes are brown.
In last night’s dream I suddenly find myself in a conversation with someone I have not seen in a long time. I am totally engrossed in the conversation with a single point of focus. I am present for nothing else but to engage in this conversation. I am so deep in thought with him and so happy to share my life with him I blurt out the words, “His name is David”. I am telling him about the baby I am expecting. I have not shared the name or sex of the baby with anyone other than the baby’s gestational mom. Immediately I realize I have given away too much information. I look around me and to the left of where I am sitting is seated my sister who is reading a magazine and not paying attention to the conversation. Her face is hidden behind the magazine. I discretely tell the guy not to share the information because it is supposed to be a secret. In doing this it occurs to me David is not the name I have selected for the baby yet I do not feel the need to correct the record.
~~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
It felt so bizarre to find myself so engrossed in the conversation and slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. Little by little I awakened in the dream to my present life yet everything felt true.
Last night’s dream was a repeating dream as if the dream wanted to make sure I got the message. In the dream, I am readying the baby stroller checking it over and learning how it functions. The documentation on the stroller says it comes with an optional bassinet available at a significantly reduced price. It is not the bassinet I had intended on buying so I am somewhat reluctant to inquire about getting it. Slowly with each iteration of the dream, I become more open minded. Each time looking over the features of the bassinet they offer. The features seem very nice and acceptable but I still have my heart set on a different one which I had previously previously picked out. Again the dream repeats until finally my alarm clock sounds.
I quickly snoozed it pausing for a moment to reflect on the bassinet offered at a significant discount. I am torn between the one I want and the one which is being offered in the dream. As I fell back into my snooze, I see a woman who looks at me as if to ask, “Have you decided yet?” I think she can tell I am having difficulty with this one. A thought comes to her mind and she opens her eyes wide open implying she has a bright idea. Her image disappears when my alarm rings for a second time.
Wanting to know more about the bright idea, I quickly snoozed the alarm. I grabbed the dog gave him some morning kisses and readied myself to receive the gift. I slowly fell back into my dream state where I am now looking through an obfuscated window. The glass on the window is made of honey combs. I can see through the hexagons, through the golden jelly which fills each hexagon and off into the distance where blinking lights seem to be fluttering. As the lights approach the window, I can tell they are not lights but instead flying butterflies or possibly dragonflies. The light is produced by the sun shining on the wings of the butterflies. Their wings are flapping slower than a bee or humming bird. They approach even closer to reveal their little bodies which look more like Tinker Bells. At times the light coming through the honey combs is refracted off the Tinker Bells which reminded me of a kaleidoscope. It was beautiful beyond words. Again my alarm sounds.
I quickly snoozed it yet again feeling I needed more clarity on the vision. I quickly fell back into the dream state. This time, I could see shooting stars falling toward me. Each star when it entered the atmosphere of the night sky in my mind blazed in a splendor of color, yellows, orange and peach tones.
Before the alarm sounded again I knew I had no sleep left. I turned off the alarm and laid in bed meditating on the meaning.
~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
The subconscious speaks in pictures which are not easily translated. Maybe they are meant to be felt and experienced. Where the images come from I don’t know. What amazes me is the clarity with which the mind can formulate the images with such perfection. I am not an artist with any ability to draw so how does my mind create such things. Simply amazing.
In last night’s dream, I am visiting my oldest brother Paz. We are at his house and I am helping him clean and empty his house out so that he can sell it. In the wall between the living room and dining room he has built a nativity manger scene for his daughters to play with. It is about the size of a shoe box with miniature characters. His girls have left it with the last scene they had set up in the box before they grew up and had no need for it anymore. It is the only remaining piece in his house given the box is built it into the wall.
Standing in front of it, I reflect on how life might have been for him raising three daughters. I exclaim, “The house is much bigger now!” My other brother Louie and his family arrive at the house. His wife Maggie mentions there was a snow storm overnight which dropped heavy snow and now the roads are covered. I attempt to look out the window to see the road conditions for myself but I am unable to tear myself away from the manger box. I ask him if he is planning to hit the road for home? He nods as to affirm his decision. I am saddened because it is the last time I will be in this space. Tears roll down my face with a feeling of abandon filling my heart. Why is it our family always has to leave in separate directions?
~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
This dream was unusual in that I don’t often find myself crying in a dream. I remember the feeling of loss was so overwhelming. Mainly it was a separation anxiety that I was having to leave on my own and I would need to manage with the snow myself.
