This morning I woke up at 4:30am having just had a dream about a friend. In the dream I am traveling with her. She’s telling everyone it’s her last days, that she’s dying, and I’m there with her to comfort and encourage her. She looks beautiful, wearing turquoise and white, wearing large stones and sandles. When she curls herself up into a ball sobbing I just wrap my arms around her and hold her, comfort her and rock her a little bit, saying soothing words, encouraging her.
In another part, I’m the one upset and she tells me I have to get ready to let her go and I tell her no and she says Yes. We are driving in her old car “Nelly” and I’m in the backseat. Soon a helicopter is shining a light on us and police are calling out commands in their loudspeaker. For some reason she keeps going and I don’t understand why. She tells me she’s going to go as far as she can and when it’s time to stop she will. Eventually she does stop, by the Peace Bridge in Fort Erie and an officer arrests her.
I’m standing by the car confused. Are they just stopping her to question her? Are they going to detain her? Has she done more than I am aware of? Will I be questioned? She looks over at me, with her hands behind her back in handcuffs and she mouths to me that she’s sorry, sort of shaking her head like she sees how wrong she was and she’s sorry. But I have no idea what is going on. Why are there helicopters? Is this the end of it or is there more? The dream ends like that. Me looking over at her with handcuffs on waiting for instructions, her mouthing she’s sorry and me looking back at her like “What?!?”
December 20, 2017
In the dream, I bought a bunch of winter clothes for Gracie & I, winter jackets, boots, snow pants for us to go skiing and snowboarding in. But then, a couple days later, in the dream I returned to the store with all the things in the cart and I entered through the exit door. When I saw people standing in line suddenly I realized what was happening and I tried to turn around but someone thought I was stealing and so a security guard came out with me. I stopped just outside the door in the exit area and started looking for the receipts, telling her what happened. Because I didn’t think she believed me, and she thought I was stealing, I was having a hard time speaking.
Then I just burst into tears. I told her my Mama G is dying and it’s making me not think straight and once I started crying I just couldn’t stop and it felt good to just cry and cry and cry. I put my hands over my face because I was embarrassed but I couldn’t stop the flood of tears.
I handed her the receipt from the purchase days ago and she read it and understood. She softened her tone with me and I just cried and cried and cried.
04 July 2017
DreamWORK is a process of remembering a dream, writing it down, looking for the metaphors and understanding the message. The WORK is when negative emotions show up in dreams such as fear, rage, jealousy because in time the dreamer can learn more positive ways of dealing with the negatives and then transform them into more positive feelings such as Courage, Joy and Unity.
A dream about a funeral, like the one I had last night, is a reminder that sometimes a process of transformation is not just for one individual but is, in fact, a collective experience such as when people come together to collectively grieve over the passing of a loved one. This commonly shared emotion of loss is experienced at a funeral and the sharing of that moment builds bonds of Trust and connection with the others.
In the dream, I am in a funeral.
When I work through the message of this dream it’s easy-as-pie to see the work ahead of me today.
A funeral is a place where people go to mourn the loss of their loved one.
Even though I do not have a literal funeral to deal with in real life, I have a metaphoric one.
Even though someone I care about is still alive it is like they have died. The funeral dream shows me that.
When strong negative emotions such as sorrow or grief show up in a dream it means it’s time to throw out some old ways of looking at things and start looking at them differently.
It has been said that “Death is a Messenger of Joy” which is the complete opposite to what we typically think of in death.
But the statement is worth reflecting on.
Death & Dying is sorrowful if you believe there is nothing more to the human experience than the flesh and bone.
But if you believe that there is a non-physical part of the human experience, the way I do, then it is REALLY possible to see the Joy in death. I can think of no greater Joy then to have the delight of experiencing the process of leaving this body and souring into the non-physical realms and continuing on an eternal path towards Excellence.
There is a spiritual belief in the world that the physical world is just the first stage of growth and development for the soul and that the soul carries the memories of this world with it into all the worlds which follow this one.
Just thinking about that as I write uplifts my heart.
I love contemplating the mystery of Life and the mystery of death.
Since this image of a funeral came to me in a dream last night it means I can also consider that a part of me is dying. When I ask myself, “What part of me is dying? What part of me is changing & transforming?” The answer is really clear.
Armed with this answer I can then move forward with a lot of Enthusiasm & Confidence using all my gifts to their fullest to enjoy the wonderful life I’m living with people I love working and relating with.