Night of June 31, 2009

I had a dream last night and when I awoke, I wondered if I'd been in one of the learning classes that Sylvia Browne writes about where they are led by a great master, like Jesus. Here is the dream:

I was sitting in a classroom and the question was asked:

"An ape was found hanging dead from a tree. Why do you think he committed suicide?"

The teacher pointed to me and I asked for a few moments to meditate on the answer. Meanwhile, another student said, "The ape must have been very sad and wanted to end his life."

That's when the answer came to me:

The ape may very well have been sad but although an ape has some basic emotions, he does not have the ability to rationalize and say to himself, "Because I'm so sad, I need to kill myself to get rid of this emotional pain." Only humans have that ability.

When I awoke, I pondered this question and the answers. Yes, as humans, we have free will. If we want badly enough to end out life, we can. However, life is the greatest gift from our creator and to end it through suicide is slapping God in the face. It is not the answer. We, as humans, are here to learn our 'lessons' and then move on to grow in spirituality.

June, 2006

I can't remember the exact date now, because it has been over two months since this dream. However, I do remember it. I dreamt that I was in a structure of some kind and there were three sets of very, very long stairs that I could see. I was standing on the landing at the top of these stairs with someone else, but I could not turn to look at the person.
I asked him/her why people were streaming up and down those metal staircases, as if mesmerized in lines. I was told that these people were dancing! Well, come on now. I knew that just wasn't right, but I dared not question further.
When I awoke, I had the distinct impression that I'd been on a space ship of some sort and these zombies going up and down the staircases were under some kind of unknown influence. I then thought nothing more of it, until I took my puppy out for her morning "nuptials" in the back yard. There I saw a distinct "V" burned into the grass and I have to tell you, it really shook me up for several days. Eventually, the surprise wore off and I filed it in the back of my mind.
I am the type of person who bruises very easily. All you have to do is grab me by the hand and if you miss and grab my wrist, I will bruise. Very often, I wake up in the morning with bruises that I did not have the night before and I've always wondered how this could happen. I also wake up often feeling like I've been jogging all night in my sleep. I am way more tired than I was when I went to bed and very sore. (I do have Fibromyalgia, but this is just food for thought.)

Last Night - Sept. 12, 2006

I am not the type of person to get carried away with things and in fact, am very low key. I say this because I don't want you to think that I either make things up or overstate the truth. I am also basically a skeptic when it comes to aliens and UFOs, as I've never actually seen them.
On this night when I got into bed, I was not thinking about them and in fact, was more concerned with matters of that day. All of a sudden, I heard a very strange noise in my ear, but I could not make out exactly what it was. Secretly, I was hoping it was my angels or guides that had come to visit, as I had been calling to them. However, this happened just one time and eventually, I fell asleep.
That night, I dreamt that I was in a bus station with my daughters. For some reason, I kept losing things, including my bus fare, my purse, etc. When the bus finally came, I was not ready, so I told my daughters to leave without me, that I would get the next bus.
As I waited, I noticed three men who were laughing and joking about something. There were very few other people about in the station. Then one of the men approached me and said, "Wanna f%@#?" I was stunned and replied, "Of course, not!"
He then grabbed me and tried to get fresh, but I struggled free. He walked away and I thought that was the end of it, so I thought there was no need to report this incident to anyone. However, he came back. This time, he threw me on the floor and as I fought him off, he was very physically abusive. Again, somehow, I managed to get away and went screaming down a hallway. Fortunately, a woman appeared from a doorway and took me into a room of safety.
I was quite hysterical at this point, as I told her what happened, but after a bit I calmed down and decided that it was not worth getting the police involved. Eventually, I left the station by a side door hoping to never see that man again. As I made my way across the lot, the man appeared behind me. I was terrified and at some point, passed out completely.
Now, this is where it gets very weird. I knew I was unconscious and I felt no pain. However, I sensed that I had been badly hurt. I felt motion, as if I was being lifted and then the feeling of being moved to another location. Though I was unconscious, I sensed that I had blood, cuts and bruises on me. I figured I must be going to hospital, but I could not open my eyes or speak.
During this time, I also felt that the man who attacked me had found me again and was going to hurt me further. I felt tremendous fear and screamed out hysterically every time. As I did this, I could feel my heart beat out of control almost to the point of frenzy. Every time this happened, I sensed that people were around me furiously working to save my life. Eventually, I sensed that there were guards in my room, as if they were there to protect me from any further harm and I calmed down.
At some point, I heard a male voice, but could not make out what he was saying. It's stange, but I could feel myself slowly coming out of this state. I thought perhaps I'd had an operation and was just coming out from under the affects of the anesthesia. As this was happening, I tried to touch things that seemed near to me, but there was no sense of feeling in my hands. I also felt my body veer over as if suspended and I kind of tested this out several times to see if I would actually fall down when I did it. Of course, I didn't, because I was still unconscious.
As I was coming out of it, I could also taste blood in my mouth and was given the impression that I'd had dental work. I sensed, however, that this just wasn't true. As I lingered in this twilight world not knowing what was happening to me, I thought at one point that I had woken up. I tried to walk, to speak, to touch things, but to no avail. Though I thought I'd woken up a couple of times and in fact, had not, eventually I did.
This dream was terrifying and I have to tell you that I'm still somewhat shaken over it. I feel, somehow, that I was duped into believing that I had been attacked or been to a dentist. I feel that perhaps, something very different was going on. What exactly that was, however, I do not know.

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.