July 9, 2021
Two Dreams, One Post
I was going to try and do this all in one post, but for time’s sake and all that, it will have to be divided up into multiple posts. It’s just getting way to long for my liking.
I’m going to share two dreams…the first dream I had and then the last. The first dream isn’t really the first dream I ever had, obviously, but the first dream I had in the series; the dream that started me on this path. I hope by the end you get an understanding of what I’m trying to convey.
I don’t really know why I haven’t shared this one before now, at least I don’t think I have. This dream was, for me, the start of something new. I’ve almost always paid attention to my dreams, at least since high school, when I learned I could determine that I was dreaming and kind of let go. This dream happened back in 2019, right before COVID hit, around the same time I quit my job at Home Instead.
In my dream, my boyfriend, son and I were standing in the center of the woods, in a clearing. We were just standing there, looking around at all the people standing mixed in amongst the trees. Then, people started floating up, through the trees. Next thing I know, I start to float or lift away as well. My boyfriend and son grabbed hold of my legs, trying to hold me back and saying “don’t go” “don’t go” “we need you”. Then, I was back with my two feet on the ground, my boyfriend and son hugging me. I woke up!
It wasn’t a scary dream or anything like that. It was almost joyful! The people floating up…that’s how it looked in my dream, only more cartoony. And Jesus wasn’t there in the clouds…at least I don’t remember him being there.
This dream happened back in the end of May – somewhere around May 24, if I remember correctly.
In this dream, I was laying in bed, facing towards the doorway. It was daylight and peaceful. I looked towards the door…there standing in the doorway was my dad. He was his younger self, no gray hair (jet black), no glasses and was wearing a white t-shirt and acid washed jeans. “Hey kiddo” he said before I woke up.
I’m kind of reluctant to call it a dream, because I think it wasn’t really a dream. If you’ve been following my dreams, or at least the ones I’ve shared, you’ll understand. Anyway, according to my dream dictionary dreaming about your dad (father) is positive. Dreaming about your dad can represent security, respect, trust and affection. The type of dream, or even the feelings in the dreams, can have different meanings. There is much more, I think, but I will leave it for now and just let it be.
So, my dreams, in order are
The Fire that doesn’t burn
my name in the dark
Then, today (July 8) when I was laying down, a male voice asked me if I was awake. I guess I was semi-conscious as I could hear the interstate traffic and the birds singing outside the partially open window, I could feel my body on the bed. My son was downstairs resting as well and my boyfriend was in D.C. working on a problem downspout, so it wasn’t something transferring into my dream. I’m pretty sure it was my dad. I didn’t wake up, but I did stir a little.
dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you
So, what does all this mean? Does it mean anything?
Yeah, I think it does…
Like I stated earlier, I’m going to have to do this in multiple posts…but in General, I think my “rapture” dream was the start of something spiritual for me. With the research I’ve done and just thinking about it… I’ve been going through some changes, which started around the same time as the dreams.
Rapture: the start of life changing events (quitting my job, COVID)
Fire that doesn’t burn: opportunities, spiritual refinement, or the activation of your spiritual gifts/spiritual refinement
My name in the dark: a connection/tapping into the realm of spirit
Hey Kiddo: a deeper connection/revelation
I don’t think it’s the devil messing with me…it doesn’t feel like it.
Anyway, I’m going to leave it here for now.
“Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it”
~ Rabindranath Tagore
The dream is the liberation
of the spirit from the pressure
of external nature,
a detachment of the soul
from the fetters of matter
~ Sigmund Freud