Some people believe dreams hold the keys to our waking lives, taking stock of each day’s events, reflecting our current state of mind, prompting us to action and sometimes, even predicting what is to come. In that foggy altered state are we experiencing another reality somewhere beyond our own?
About 25 years ago, I dreamt that an accident happened, which involved my partner at the time. The other driver was a little, white haired lady. Sure enough, the accident occurred the very next day. Why was I given the information ahead of time? Could I have done something to avert it? Possibly.
As a teenager, I had a recurring dream about the young blond-haired fellow who became the object of my devotion. Ronnie was a wonderful, outgoing boy, who loved to make people laugh. He was bright, smart and most entertaining, and he became my first big crush. When the dreams first began, I was following Ronnie down the familiar dirt road that ran along the lake by our cottage. I called to him, but he didn’t respond.
For three nights, I called and called. Then the fourth night, he turned and looked at me with big, sad blue eyes. I didn’t know what to make of it, but I knew it must be a sign of something important. About five years later, when life took us our separate ways, I was informed that Ronnie had been hit by a train while driving through an unmarked crossing and was killed instantly. Then I knew that the dreams were telling me there was no future with this young man.
I have also had many dreams involving Jesus and UFO’s – a strange combination for sure! Usually, the two are separate, but in one amazing dream, Jesus was actually on a UFO. I found myself in a line of people all dressed in white. We were entering the UFO.
As I walked in, I noticed that all of the seats were in a circle. Then I looked up and there was Jesus! Every time I dream of Him, I feel something like a bolt of electricity go through me and I wake up with that same feeling. It is truly awesome!
While all the dreams of Jesus are thrilling, most of the UFO dreams are quite terrifying. In one dream, I was walking down a main street in Calgary, where I lived for two years and noticed that the streetlights were being blacked out. When I looked up, I saw the strange crafts hovering over the city. Everyone, including me, panicked and ran for cover. I found myself going into a doorway and up a set of stairs. Wrong move! Aliens pulled me in and put me on a cot – one of several with people on them. Then they proceeded to give me an injection. At that point, I woke up shaking!
One has to wonder why we dream some of the things that we do. In other cases, it is pretty clear that something out of the ordinary is occurring. For instance, I have had a lot of dreams over the years about my adopted mom, who passed over when I was 19 years old. We always meet in the same place – under a tree in a beautiful meadow. We talk and talk, but I never remember when I wake up, about anything we talked about. While this is frustrating, I know that my mom is coming to me and helping me sort out various things in my life – and for that, I am very happy.

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November 7/2005

Last night I dreamt about a former partner, who became physically, mentally and emotionally abusive to me over a four-year period beginning in 1977. This was a man with a split personality, whom everyone outside our home environment thought was just wonderful. However, within the confines of our front and back doors, he was a man obsessed with keeping me totally under wraps, to the point where I was not even allowed to step into the yard without him. Friends were not welcome, calls were discouraged and eventually, even the blinds were nailed shut. It was a prison from which I wished dearly to escape, but was too afraid to make a move. Eventually, I did find the courage however, and thank the good Lord for that!

The dream last night involved this man chasing me and trying to kill me. I was totally terrified and that horrible fear I had felt so many times in the past overwhelmed me. I had had nightmares before about him in which he tried to kill me by various means - choking, stabbing, shooting, etc. There was even one dream where he swung a huge sickle toward my neck and I was sure I was dead. This time, he chased me with a gun and I was running for my life. However, this time, a friend of mine realized I was in danger and shot him before he had a chance to kill me. There were a few moments of terror as he managed to lift himself up from where he lay shot and actually pointed the gun in my direction again. But he finally succumed and died right there in front of me.

Is it a sign, that I no longer have to fear this man? Has he actually died somehow? I wonder.

November 8/2005

Last night I dreamt about my very first crush, a boy that I and two of my friends in Grade 4 thought was just the cutest boy ever. The three of us used to hang around outside his house, which was just a block away from mine. On occasion, we would be invited inside and one day, we even took turns kissing him in the closet! Oh, those innocent times, still so vivid in my memory. I really liked this boy when he was so young. However, as he got older, he grew very tall and thin, and had a very bad case of achne. Needless to say, I lost interest. My father was not very pleased that as a teen, I really wasn't attracted to this fellow. He was, afterall, from a well-to-do family in the area. However, I was more interested in a couple of cute boys at my high school.

In my dream, I ran into this fellow again. I am currently 55, soon to be 56, so it has been many, many years since I last laid eyes on him. I took one look at him and was instantly in love again! My how he had changed. Well, it seems he was divorced, but had a girlfriend already, whom he thought was just the greatest. However, she ended up saying something really rude to him and he was so shocked, he dropped her right then and there. The next thing I know, he came up to me and we talked. After a short conversation, he asked me out and I was elated. He walked me home, which by the way was to my home as a teenager in Burlington, Ontario.

It was so wonderful to see my childhood home again and walk through that big front door. Once inside, I spotted my father, who passed away in 1994 from cancer. He was larger than life and I ran toward him. I flung my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. I told him how thrilled I was that the fellow from my youth and I had met again and really hit it off. At that point, my father said to me: "This could have happened a lot sooner, you know. You shouldn't be so concerned with how a man looks. You should learn to love him anyway."

I woke up both happy and stunned by this dream. I was happy to see that fellow again - looking so great. I was also thrilled to see my dad. However, his words of wisdom really struck at the heart of a problem I've had all my life.

April 7, 2006

I've been having rather vivid dreams of late and wake up remembering more detail. The other night, I dreamed that I was visiting my older daughter, hubby and grandkids, but it was at another, bigger home very near the water.I saw my younger daughter Jen there too and knew that there were others, as two dining room tables were stretched out from the kitchen area into the livingroom. Now, don't laugh but I had to go to the bathroom, so I walked to the one on the main floor. However, I couldn't get in, because the one table was in the way, so I went downstairs and used that one.

On the way back up the stairs, I was aware of people milling around and as I hit the top step, I slipped a bit. I remember saying to someone, "Geez, every time I come here, something new has been added." I was referring to the fact that I somehow knew that my daughter and her family were always making changes and additions to the house - the few steps back up to the kitchen being one of them.

Anyway, on to the more important part. We were all assembled in the livingroom and looking out the front windows at the lake (ocean, whatever!) and could see quite a storm brewing. The waves became higher and higher and I began to panic inside. (When I was a kid at our cottage one spring, there was a huge storm and the waves came crashing right into the windows. The next morning, the cottage was partially submerged in water. Very frightening.)

So we're watching these swells getting larger and I said something about them possibly hitting the window. My son-in-law (who always knows best - lol) said there was no way that could happen and not to worry. Well, at that moment, it did happen!

I vaguely remember the house shaking and swaying in the storm and then I found myself with my nearest loved ones aboard some type of submarine/boat. It was like a sub, but travelled above the water and we could see out the windows. When I looked, I saw people in the wild waters and I was horrified.

Then, the sub/boat turned swiftly around and headed back to shore. We got off the boat. I then turned to my older daughter and asked, "How did we get on that boat? She replied, "You've got to be kidding! Don't you remember?" Then I woke up.