Dream is about the 4 distinct groups of bison or buffalo. I see them paused in time. I can see them through a window or door. A man has a large camera much like the ones used in movie production, but it is still small enough to carry around about the size of a briefcase. The camera has a small mirror inside it that refracts the light. I study the camera carefully. There is something about the way it refracts light that pauses time. I want to figure it out and understand how it is done.
There is a sliding door much like a boxcar on a freight train. I open the door to look outside. I feel it may reveal a clue on where I am. I close it and immediately start flying. I am looking for Oliver. I feel I am gliding through a long hallway. I can see a shadow of someone in front of me and one behind me. I then see Oliver through the window. He is outside with the Bison and Buffalo. He appears to be helping me solve the riddle. Unlike the bison he is not frozen in time. He tells me there is nothing to worry about don’t be afraid because the buffalo are wooden. He proceeds to show me how their legs are made of wood.
There is a woman who is illuminated by a deep crimson red light. She is speaking to me in sign language. I study the motion of her hands to discern what she might be trying to tell me. She is also speaking with her mouth, but I can’t hear her. Her hand signs I watch closely but I am unable to recognize anything I recognize. I worry I am not understanding her. She seems to be reassuring me I understand. I am determined to figure out all these mysteries. I believe they wouldn’t be happening to me if they were not meant to be understood.
In last night’s dream, I am trying to flee someone who is pursuing me. It somehow feels like an exercise as if this is part of a training program. I am usually very good at moving with great speed in my dreams and have the ability to soar to great heights. However at times, I struggle to muster up these dream abilities. Tonight was one of them. I am fleeing from my pursuer. My power to flee comes in bursts of energy but each time, I am unable to fully evade my pursuer. I am tired and just want to sleep. I wish they would leave me alone. This goes on for what seems like an endless array of attempts. At one point, my mentor places the palm of his hand on my forehead and asks me to try again. The feeling of his palm on my forehead fills me with a great sense of love, hope and warmth. A part of me feels like giving up already and to simply confront whatever is pursuing me. I give it one more attempt and with great power and speed we are thrusted off as if I just pushed off the edge of a pool on my back with my legs pushing me away from my pursuer. I still am unable to get very far from my pursuer. When my body stops moving, I stand there resolved to figure this out. A light suddenly shines from within me bright red. I instantly recall, I have the ability to summon light from within me. I have a rainbow of colors to call forth. This is how I will respond.
~~ The dream ends there.
Something unbelievably strange happened to me this morning and I will share it along with this dream as I somehow feel they relate to each other. We have a block party on my street every year around the end of October or first week of November depending on the weather forecast. At night, the neighbors sit in the middle of the street around a several firepits listening to music and telling stories. It’s a great opportunity to connect with neighbors. Each year I burn sage in the firepits that I grow in my garden. I do it to protect the neighborhood. I offer up blessings as I sit there meditating on flames.
Yesterday was the day I made my sage clippings. To dry them, I roll them up in a magazine and leave them outside in the sun to dry. This year, I didn’t have a magazine, so I used some pink construction paper off a large roll I have. Its the type of roll you buy to protect your floors during painting projects. I cut two long 12 in strips and placed the sage clipping in them. I made two rolls and secured them together with a rubber band. I placed the two rolls rubber banded tightly together on the hood of my car in my backyard. I figured it could serve to bless and protect my car and the hood provided extra warmth for them to dry exposed to direct sunlight.
The next morning therefore this morning when I drove my son to school, I completely forgot to take the rolled-up sage off the hood of my car. We pulled out and drove off. Today is Thursday. Trash pickup is Wednesday. As I drove through the alley, I remarked on the sloppy job the trash collectors did. There was trash laying around on the ground in several places. I rounded the corner in the alley, and I could see 40 feet or so in front of me (near the 15 mile /hour speed marker) pink construction paper. I recognized it as being similar to my pink construction paper but why would my trash end up way over here. I assumed maybe someone just happened to have paper like mine.
I continued and drove Oliver to school to drop him off. Upon returning to my house as I pulled in the alley and got off my car to open my gate, I saw another piece of pink construction paper in the near distance before you round the corner and not quite as far as the original piece of paper I saw earlier. At that point, it was obvious to me what had happened. I forgot to remove the sage from the hood of my car. I parked my car and immediately walked the 40 or so feet up to retrieve my sage. One of the rolled sages was scattered on the ground along with the paper. Wanting to retrieve all my sage which I needed for the firepit, I continued walking to examine the other piece of pink construction paper I had seen. It was undeniably mine and in fact contained my sage. (This picture is from the point at which I noticed the pink construction paper in the distance near the speed limit sign.)
So, the mystery is how is it possible for me to see my sage on the ground no less than 40 feet in front of me if my car had not yet arrived at that position? Simply impossible. Someone would have had to have come into my yard picked up the rolled sage off the hood of my car and distributed in two places in the alley. This would be extremely unlikely a near impossibility. So, what came first, the sage or my car?
Has something like this ever happened to me before??? Well … you wouldn’t believe it but YES. I’ve told this story to family and friends before but have never written about it. It is one of those things I simply cannot explain how it happened. The event occurred in this same alley behind my house. It was the day after I had moved into my house. My old landlord had lent me his station wagon to move some final items from my old house to the new one. My mother was with me in the car. We pulled up in the alley and paused the car right in back of my house. I was just going to quickly drop off the items entering through the back door. For a moment, I sat there sitting in the car talking to my mother when all of the sudden a car came racing through the alley. It was being pursued by the police. The alley only has room for one car with a small amount of space on either side to barely open your car door. The speeding car came racing through the alley and turned and came barreling at us head on. Miraculously it went “around us” where there is physically no room to accommodate a second car. The car sped past us or possibly through us causing only damage to the cars side view mirror on the driver’s side. There was not even a scratch on the car. The police that came in pursuit of the speeding car saw us parked there and instead of coming at us turned and went in the other direction. They alley in back of my house has a Y configuration.
My yard is the one with the indented fence line. My car is stopped behind my neighbor’s yard. This is generally where I stop to make my turn into my yard. I also did not have a fence at the time of the incident however both my neighbors did and are the same one currently there. No damage was done to either of my neighbor’s fences. One of my neighbors also has a tree box that butts up against the alley. A car attempting to go around my car would have to have turned into and out of my yard within the 20 feet that is my property line and still manage to go past me.
Time seems to be out of order. What happened first? I cannot help but wonder, did the sage I dropped today protect me and my mom from a head on collision 25 years ago? If we had not paused to sit in the car for a minute to talk, would we have been run over? Did I die that day and am I living in an alternate reality? Is retro causality possible?
Dream taken from: IN THE COURSE OF A DREAM EMANUEL FOR LOVE page 98
ANGELS AND SPIRIT GUIDES
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.
This dream vision I had today when I took a brief nap in the afternoon. I didn’t believe I would be able to fall asleep but shortly after I closed my eyes a man approached me. He bent over and looked me in the eyes. Once we made eye contact he asked, “Are you Peter?” He caught me off guard and I assume it was a real person. Someone with authority to ask me who I was. Feeling the need to answer him I replied in an audible voice, “Ruben”. I was so tired and drowsy from the onset of the dream I could barely get my name out of my mouth. As he returned to a upright standing position, I could see his penis. His penis immediately ejaculated. I had the feeling I had come to late because how did he manage to ejaculate so quick. I heard a voice say, “We are giving you a child.” I touched the semen with my index finger to see if it was for real. I felt something but couldn’t come to a conclusion if this was for real or not.
Confused I wondered if this person was predicting another child for me? Inside me I wanted clarification. Do you mean you are giving me the child I already have or are you giving me a second one. I don’t think I can handle two.
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 nights dream, I am away from home at my work site. I see many trucks and construction men around me. They are breaking ground to build a new work site. I become aware of a fissure in the foundation which threatens to divide the site. I somehow know this fissure to be in my house also as it’s effects are felt by the entire neighborhood. I decide to leave the job site and travel back home to secure my belongings. My house is just a few blocks away and adjacent to the job site. There is havoc as people scurry to evacuate the area. The rush of people is causing delays in getting home. A truck driver offers me a ride. Assuming this to be the speediest route home, I accept.
Once in the truck, it becomes apparent he would need to travel the long way around the work site to get to my house. The offer now seems a bit backhanded as it really was of no help to me and is taking me further out of my way. I decide to get off and head back to the parking lot to cut through to the other side. I feel the urgent need to poop but I still have a long way to go. A small wet fart slips out which causes me to soil my pants. While in the parking lot, I ask one of the cleaning ladies if she can offer me a restroom where I can clean up a bit. She offers one of her janitor closets which has a small shallow sink with fresh water and some paper towels. I clean up a bit but notice the poop is alive with fish and tiny animals. It is a muddy river teaming with life. Where the poops runs into the clear waters in the sink I examine the various life forms. There are animals of all kinds. This is not standard poop but poop which must be preserved.
After depositing all the poop into the small utility sink with water I leave to continue my journey home. I have very little time to get there so I decide to travel in somewhat unconventional ways. I assume I must be dreaming and therefore must have special powers within this dream. Taking an example from one of the frogs in the sink I decide to try to leap frog my way out of the parking structure. My leap frogging works and I am able to quickly scale my way out of the parking structure only to find it does not exit out where I need to be. Once again, I am confronted with having to find an alternate route.
The animals from my poop are now fully constituted and offer me other resources and new ideas for getting home. There is one fish who is especially beautiful and a gifted swimmer. Following his intuitive lead, I follow him to my home.
I am secure and safe in bed where I immediately have a false awakening. An Airbnb guest arrives. I hear him enter and walk up the steps to the second level. I get up out of bed knowing I already have a guest in the upstairs bedroom. I am greeted by an Asian man and his 10 yrs old son. Something unusual catches my attention about the Asian man I recognize him from before and if I do it must be a guest who previously stayed with me and is returning. Knowing I haven’t changed the pass-code on the door I assume he simply used the old pass-code to enter the house. The boy runs into my bedroom to play with things in my room as if this was his home. At the top of the stairs I explain to the man I already have a guest staying with me and don’t have available space to accommodate him. I sense he has come for an ulterior motive. I sense he is secretly attracted to me. I can see he is getting an erection in his pants. I don’t think it is a match since I am generally not attracted to Asian men. He excuses himself and proceeds to leave with his son.
It occurs to me to check to see if my son is with me. I return to the my bedroom where his son was playing only to find the infant car seat is empty. I go into a panic wondering where I might have left my child and in who’s care did I leave him. I head downstairs where my nieces are gathered. I suspect one of them might have smuggled my child with them. My niece Ester smiles at me with a mouth full of teeth so white they look fake. She smiles a second time long enough for me to carefully examine her digital teeth. There is something electronic about them. Maybe it is the means she uses to whiten her teeth. As they leave, my niece Daisy is the last to say goodbye. She places her hand on my voicebox and transmits a message like a ventriloquist. I immediately feel the vibration of her voice within my voicebox but the sound is muffled I can not understand the words. The look on her face tells me she is very happy for me and is confident I will find my missing child.
I next walk toward one of my guest bedrooms passing through the kitchen and dinning room where the Asian man’s son is sitting at the table waiting for someone to feed him. Knowing the Asian man must still be in my house I open the other bedroom door. The Asian man is in there but blocks the door from opening fully. All I can see is his face and the baby blue t-shirt he wears. One thing which strikes me are his soft youthful features. I have a feeling my son is with the Asian man.
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.
In last night’s dream. I am visiting a day care center to view how they care for the babies. In one room there are two babies laying side by side in bassinets. These two babies are my niece Daisy’s children. There is poopie stuff oozing out of one of their diapers. Since I am their uncle, I decide to attempt to change the diaper myself. The diaper are rubber and has held like a cup all the pee. I notice the poop is much more stinky than I would have thought. For a moment, I become nauseous. Daisy walks in at the nick of time with some replacement diapers. She cleans them up and decides to allow them both some diaper free time. She lays the two babies on the floor in the center of the small room on a peach colored carpet. Both babies are bums up. I can see their tiny little hands which are so small I worry I may handle them incorrectly if I were to attempt to play with them or give them some attention.
As I leave the room I run into my friend Stephen who has arrived with his baby. He tells me he feels he doesn’t want to leave my on my own without any help. I had no idea Stephen also has a baby. His baby is much bigger and walks already. He has grey hair and is bald but he still refers to him as his baby.
~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
A few things which stuck out in this dream were the peach color of the carpet. I remember thinking, I hope that carpet is water proof. I had the same color carpet in when I lived in Palmdale. The idea I could experience nausea in the dream was a first and that I was actually able to smell.
I am very interested in doing elimination communication when the baby arrives so this might be a sign from beyond that it is worth trying and an assurance that I’m not alone. The image I found to go with the dream has helpful tips on EC. Its interesting I glance at all the images available with an idea of what I’m trying to convey looking for the best match. This one I liked and it just so happened it was linked to an EC website.
This seems like an important dream. One element has repeated over the last 2 night’s although I didn’t have a chance to journal the earlier dream. In last night’s dream, I appear to be an elementary school teacher. One of my students is Prince Harry. He is so adorably cute with his red hair. Even though he is a child he already has a beautiful beard. He has specifically asked to be in my class therefore it is a huge honor for me and recognition of my teaching lessons which he is wanting to receive. We spend much time learning new things with all the other students in my class. Although I’m the teacher I seem to also be a participant with the students. We all have a shared purpose.
At the end of the semester the final project is for the class to participate in a parade. The kids ready themselves early and surprise me by giving me a pre-parade march. I can see them coming down the street twirling their baby blue parasols. (I am standing at the corner of Union and Miramar walking up toward my elementary school.)
On a side bar the part of the dream that repeated from the night before was my friend Luis was in my dream as one of my students. He didn’t have a big role in the dream I was simply aware he was there. I’ve not seen him in a long long time in real life. Same was true in the previous night. Again he didn’t seem to play a major role I simply knew he was there.
On another side bar….yesterday I took a nap after dinner. All of the sudden I woke myself up with a puff of air. I blew air out of my mouth just like my dad used to do to me when he would pass by me and blow a puff of air in my ear. Still in a twilight state, I quickly realized what happened and closed my eyes again. I immediately saw the face of a man. He looked just like my friend Luis which is also my dad’s name. He wore a baby blue fedora. He was talking to me very fast as if he had a lot to say to me and very little time in which to do it. Common with these type of visions I could see him talking but I heard nothing. At some level in my subconscious I felt the meaning and importance but I can not put it in words. The best I can say is it had something to do with my roots and how I can ground myself by returning to the beginning; the corner of Union and Miramar.
As I write this I just realized that is where the blue parasol parade took place. I was standing at the corner of Union and Miramar when the parade of children walk up to me twirling their baby blue parasols. As a kid I used to walk down Union Avenue to get to my elementary school. A girl named Nina used to live in that house lived at the house on Union and Miramar.
~~~~~~~ DREAM ENDS
Meaning of Nina: Nina is a feminine name with unclear etymology. … The name Nina may originate from the old Slavic word Ninati, meaning “dreamer” or “dream“. Other origins for the name Nina include – Serbian, Native American, Spanish, English, Croatian, and Indian. Also the Spanish word niña meaning “little girl”
Meaning of Miramar: Miramar is a place name of Portuguese and Spanish origin. It means “sea-view” or “sea sight” from mirar (“to look at, to watch”) and mar (“sea”).
Meaning of Union: act or instance of uniting or joining two or more things into one: such as (1) : the formation of a single political unit from two or more separate and independent units (2) : a uniting in marriage also : sexual intercourse (3) : the growing together of severed parts
