I had a dream last night that I owned this little Bed & Breakfast. My best friend from back in high school showed up in the middle of the night. As she’s walking out the door the next morning I grab the door, shut it, and confront her. I asked if she was here because she genuinely needed a place to stay overnight or if she was just using me.
I then notice that she doesn’t look the same. She’s suddenly very short, and I think African-American? She was very rude when answering me, so that was all I needed to know. I knew for certain now that she had traveled down the wrong road in her life and became a bitter, impolite individual. I opened the door and told her to leave.
The dream ended here, and I woke up with tears in my eyes. I found that really, really strange but I’ve done that before with other dreams. I don’t even have to be feeling any sadness at all, yet I’ll wake up with tears running down my face. I ignored this and went back to sleep.
I now have a new dream:
In this one I’m at some beautiful countryside someplace. It was GORGEOUS! I think I saw a rainbow (or more than one rainbow) over the hills that were off in the distance. (I think I dreamed this because I saw a similar picture like it on Pinterest the other day).
I glanced over my left shoulder, and to my amazement I see a beautiful, massive wooden door. It was arched and made of something like oak. It looked Gothic. I was absolutely in awe because it looked so magical just standing there in this gorgeous countryside. It was like something out of Narnia. (FYI: I’ve never really even seen those movies or read the books).
I now turn around and notice that children are playing everywhere. To my right there’s a large, fallen log and there are some kids sitting on it. I’m still pretty amazed at how beautiful this place is, but notice it’s getting very dark. A storm is rolling in and I think night was starting to fall. I know this is going to be a BAD and very dangerous storm, so I shout for all the children to run home now.
I become frustrated because I wasn’t sure they could all hear me, so I clear my throat and attempt to shout even louder. There was just no way I was going to leave until I knew these kids were running back to the safety of their homes before the storm hit.
It now is so dark outside that I can hardly see anything. I realize that the kids were all rushing to their homes now, so I turn back towards where that magical-looking door was and decide to return to the safety of home myself.
The next thing I know, I’m continuing my previous dream with the bed & breakfast:
I’m still upset over what happened with my ex best friend, so I decide to just move past it. I was just happy to know the truth about her. I decided to snap myself out of it by visiting an old friend.
This friend of mine is like a father figure to me. As I walk towards wherever he is during that time of day, my eyes are fixed on the ground as I’m thinking. Either I was thinking to myself that I DID tell my ex best friend that the bed & breakfast was owned by me, or that I wish I HAD told her. I just remember making a sweeping gesture with my hand, saying “This is mine. This is all mine.” (Meaning the bed & breakfast/small hotel and the surrounding property). All I know is I was proud of it and belonged there.
I continue to walk up this grassy area which curved towards the right. The left side of it was ‘bordered’ by concrete like a sidewalk. (Really, it was like how it is by a bridge over a highway; you know, a grassy area that slopes). I remember thinking in my dream how my property is in a nice location because it sits on quiet, beautiful countryside but is also really close to town.
As I continue walking up this incline, I walk alongside the edge. I remember thinking that I used to do that as a child, even though it was frightening, but that my father figure friend was always telling me not to do that because I could fall and get hurt.
When I reach the top of this hill/incline, I see an old pickup truck. There’s a big black dog resting in the back/tailgate. I think he’s a Labrador. I start petting and talking to him. His name is “Gus.”
My old friend/father figure shows up and we talk. I can’t remember what we spoke about.
The next part of the dream is just silliness. I’m back at my little bed & breakfast and Harry Connick Jr. is there. Lol! He was packing up his stuff to leave and was very funny. (I also vaguely recall a previous part of my dream where we’re ‘racing’ on something with wheels. We’re racing down some hallway to an elevator. We were just having some little competition just for the fun of it).
Next, I have a third dream:
This dream was like watching a movie up close and personal. I saw countryside, similar to my other dream with the door/portal. There were two girls standing there, talking. One had blonde hair pulled up in a bun. The other had long dark black hair that was down. I think it was wavy. It was VERY windy, so their hair was pretty unkempt. The blonde had a pink shawl draped over her shoulders. Both girls wore normal dresses like you’d see in Edwardian times. Nothing fancy. The girl with the dark black hair was very pregnant, and her friend was very excited for her.
Actually, she was giddy but also very sad for her (pregnant) friend because when she saw a young man walking up the hill towards them… she knew he was about to propose to her friend. I then notice in my dream that the blonde girl was pretty but that she had bad teeth. (Because they were poor).
I believe these girls had Irish accents?
8-6-16
Sing a Song
My dream last night was so ridiculous.
I was standing on a porch, thumbing through some scrapbook paper of all things to place on the insides of a small cabinet. (I remember one of the papers I thought of using was chocolate brown and had an illustration, penciled in white, of a few owls on a branch or something).
To my right there was a man that just arrived. A neighbor or something. He was walking the field (inside tall brown grass) and I’m not sure I even knew him.
In this dream, as I was working, I was singing to myself. I was singing that silly country song from the movie “Michael.” (You know, the one with John Travolta as the Archangel Michael). I remember my dream-self hoping the man that was walking a few yards away didn’t hear me singing such a silly song.
PS – I just realized that I think I know why I dreamed this. I think that last night on Facebook someone mentioned the Archangel Michael. I can’t recall why they mentioned him. I’m not even into angels or anything like that. (I’m openminded about that stuff, but I’m also very skeptical). Also, someone posted a photo of the little front porch to their new house in the country. I think it’s fairly plausible to say that that is where the front porch in my dream comes in, too.
It’s amazing what the subconscious can recall while your conscious mind completely forgets.
8-8-16
Two Elephants
One of my dreams last night was about two elephants.
A large elephant I somehow managed to sling over my back, and then there was a baby elephant. The baby elephant I held on to with my right hand.
All I could find in a dream dictionary about elephants was this:
To see an elephant in your dream indicates that you need to be more patient or more understanding of others. Or perhaps there is a memory that you are holding on to for too long. You need to let go of the past. The elephant is also a symbol of power, strength, faithfulness and intellect. Alternatively, the elephant's introverted personality may be a reflection of your own personality.
The elephant is the symbol of the United States Republican party. Perhaps you are sharing the same views as the Republican party.
My cat, Wendy Moira Angela Darling, passed away in July of last year. On the evening of this past Easter Sunday, my mother comes up to me and says something I didn't expect.
She just saw Wendy Kitty.
Mom was sitting on the couch in the living room, and in the next room (her bedroom) she saw Wendy walking past. Mom swears it was Wendy, make no mistake. As always, I'm skeptical but I can tell that my mother is being very serious. If she says she saw Wendy, she did.
I haven't felt Wendy around me, which is surprising seeing how we were so close, but on the same night that Mom said she saw her... I had a dream.
There was some ridiculousness in the dream, which tells me it wasn't a visitation, but either way I wanted to type it up.
In the dream I was standing on a tall ladder near some windows. That area was a lot like the house we used to live in, with a gallery and really tall ceilings. (For a while, Wendy was always jumping up there from the bump-out by the stairs. I was always so petrified of her being up there, but eventually she stopped).
So I was standing on top of some ladder, to place a display or something up in the windows. (Just like we did every Christmastime). For some reason my brother was with me, and his hair was curlier than normal because it was longer than it usually is. He was on some other ladder to my right I guess, because he was next to me.
All of a sudden, and completely out of nowhere, I feel something soft brush up against my left arm. I had no clue what it could possibly be, seeing how I was so high up, but then I SAW what it was.
It was a cat. A really big gray cat. It's paws were pretty big for a house cat, and on its face the fur was pretty wavy and thick. It curled upwards.
I tried finding a picture online, to show what kind of cat I'm talking about. The closest I've come across are a few of those Tabby Manx....
... or the La Perm cats.
Both of which I've never heard of.
In the dream it reminded me of those a little, but not exactly since I don't really remember this cat's fur being all that curly. I just remember the fur around the face being a little long, thick and wavy, and then it's paws and body being pretty big.
As I looked at this cat, I couldn't help but keep wondering if it was actually Wendy come back to me.
Anyway....
I still strongly believe this was just a regular, "wish fulfillment" sort of dream, but I've had enough precognitive dreams in my life to know the importance of writing them down even when you're not 100% positive that's what they are.
And as much as I still love and miss Wendy Kitty, I've vowed never to get any more animals. I'm through with that. I'm tired of mourning their loss when they're gone, and having pets make travel so much harder or just plain impossible. And I must confess that when it comes to cats, I am not a fan of the litter box and litter granules dropping all over the floors of the house.
Lord knows I loved my cats, but that kitty litter......
6-14-14
White Hawk
A few mornings ago I woke up for a bit, but then decided to go back to bed for a few more minutes. As I closed my eyes, all the while scratching my spoiled (and deservedly so) dog's belly, I started having a dream.
Well, to say it was a "vision" would probably be more accurate.
What I saw was the image of a white hawk soaring overhead. The sky was blue, and on it's wings there were the tiniest black markings. Overall, it was snowy white though.
June 2014
Wendy Kitty Visits
Dreamed about Wendy Kitty somewhere around a week ago. It was pretty simple.
I was walking out of the kitchen when there, in the foyer in front of the hutch, I saw her. (She was standing between the hutch and a cardboard box that was sitting on the floor). I was so thrilled that I could actually see her! (I guess I was able to pet her, too? I can't recall anything about that anymore). I only remember calling out to everyone that I could see her.
The strange thing though was her coloring. She was still a gray cat, but there was a yellow overtone to her. It was a sort of washed-over tint of a dirty yellow.
I have no idea what that was about.
FYI: It's pretty typical for me to have a dream like this after a pet has passed away. With pretty much every single pet I've ever had, I'll have a dream where all of a sudden I can see and pet them. It's as if they're solid and real again, but usually in these dreams I'm the only one that can see and feel them.
7-30-14
Singing Opera
This was a strange one. I was at some store with my family. I decided to separate from them, to browse the things that interested me. I told them I was going to look at the store's jewelry. (To get ideas from I think, to make my own).
While perusing the jewelry, I run into some woman. She's dressed in a fancy Victorian dress. It was strange because I was clearly browsing a store in modern times, yet this woman was from a past era. She recognized me, and sees me as some sort of celebrity.
And if that wasn't weird enough, how about this?
She asks me to sing "Che Gelida Manina" with her. (It's an aria from Puccini's opera, La Boheme. It's definitely my favorite). I'm uncomfortable saying yes to her request, but go along with it anyway.
While singing, I'm very self-conscious because I don't want my family to hear me from across the store. Still, despite my discomfort I sing my very best. I intended on singing only half of the aria, but can't go through with that. (OCD, anyone?) It felt wrong doing that, so I sing the entire song.
After we finished singing together, the woman talks to me again like I'm a celebrity. By this time I think there's someone standing next to her. What she says next is something completely out of left field.
She mentions that I was (or used to be in a past life)aknight!
Which is strange in and of itself, but because of this last part I HAD to write down this dream. (Because I've always suspected that Patrick was a knight of sorts).
8-6-14
Baby Owl
(Artwork: Ohara Koson, 1926)
Had a quick dream last night. I was outside someplace, at some building. I think my mother was there, and then two strangers.
We saw the tiniest, cutest baby owl walking on the concrete slab. It was ADORABLE! We were wondering where it's family was, worried for it, but then it's mother and sibling appear suddenly.
For some reason we saw this happen twice, and I think it was two different owl families.
I had this dream probably a month or two ago. It was really short and not much was going on since it was just seeing a scene as the sun was either setting or rising.
What I saw was a landscape lined with natural structures similar to standing stones. No manmade structures were present. The rock was orange-red in color, and they were kind of tall (but not enormous at all). They definitely felt very ANCIENT, too. There was some sort of mystical quality about them.
They looked kind of similar to the picture above.
They didn't look like that exactly, but close enough. The edges were really curvy. The coloring of them in my dream was definitely more rusty, and they weren't all quite as big.
These rock formations - minus their size - actually remind me of another dream that I had years ago.
His Back To Me
I have no idea when I had this dream; 2010 or earlier. This one I completely brushed off originally.
I don't dream of Patrick all that often, but in this dream he actually came as himself; which I had asked him to do a while back. In the dream I just walked up to him. He was wearing a fancy velvet jerkin, just like I saw him wear when I was a child, only it was royal blue this time. His back was to me and I just came up behind him and pressed my cheek to his back; sort of like a little hug. I was smiling and felt so serene and happy. VERY serene and happy... until I woke up and realized that his back was to me, as if he were shunning me. I have a few theories on that, but I’ll not babble about them here.
Those Darn Heffalumps
10-7-10
Had some crazy dreams last night. To anyone else they would sound silly, but to me the dreamer they were uncomfortable, stressful, and not pleasant at all. I'm really tired of hardly ever having nice dreams anymore.
Here's a quick list of just a few of them:
- Being stalked inside some grocery store. Funny thing is the stalker was the actor Dominic Monaghan. (No clue why he'd make an appearance, but believe me when I say in this dream he was one CREEPY individual).
- For no logical reason, my hair was cut a lot shorter and it was covered in bright hair dyes; purple, green, red, etc. Sounds funny, but to my dream-self it was absolutely terrifying.
- Here's a CREEPY part. I was driving on some dirt road leading towards a race track. Beneath the dirt we were driving over were all these cats. They were trapped beneath the ground, and you could see the outline of them just swarming under the wheels of the cars beneath the ground. I was trying so hard not to run over them, but at the same time I felt that these cats were doing this on purpose. They weren't friendly and thrived on playing on people's emotions. I can't even begin to express how CREEPY it was to just see the outline of a whole swarm of cats just oscillating under dirt and mud. It's like they weren't even regular cats.
- Started having a lucid dream this morning, which I never really have. What surprised me was that it was a type of dream I used to have ALL THE TIME. That is, dreams where I'm reading out loud scenes from a book I was writing.
Unfortunately, I had just begun reading the second sentence when the phone rang and jolted me out of my dream. Needless to say, I was ticked off because I hardly ever have lucid dreams, or just pleasant one's for that matter.
Birdie Visitor
10-4-10
- For a nice change I actually had a good dream last night. I dreamed that me and my parents were sitting out on our land - (I'm pretty sure that's where it was) - on a sunny, beautiful day. We're watching a bird nearby, and then suddenly I notice that the bird has landed on my father's lap.
Needless to say, I am shocked but my parents aren't reacting the way I am. It just seemed normal to them, although to my thinking it was very out of the ordinary because:
1. It's a wild animal unafraid of people.
2. My father is not an animal lover.
Next, the bird flies over to me and lands on my arm. Wanting to have evidence of such an awesome moment, I get out the camera to capture it for eternity. (Duh! When am I ever not wanting to use the camera). Unfortunately, the bird was afraid of the camera so it flew off.
I keep trying to look this dream up in a dream dictionary, but so far not one of them mention what it means when a bird comes to you.
I'm really hoping this was a good omen, but deep down I think it might have just been a random dream. I only say this because yesterday I kept thinking of my little canary, Westley, that I used to have. To this day I still have nightmares about him (which is always how I grieve for my pets, and this goes on for several years), but last night was the first time that it wasn't such a bad dream. It wasn't great, but it was definitely more positive.
Oak Tree
10-2-10
Had kind of a strange dream last night.
There was this HUGE oak tree, and lightning struck it. A very large chunk was taken out of the tree, and fire and sparks were shooting from it. Knowing that tree was just outside my brother’s bedroom window (at our old house actually), I ran up the stairs and was screaming his name in terror - over and over again - so that he’d wake up. I was terrified the tree was going to crash through his window, which was right next to his bed where he was sleeping.
The next thing I know, this oak which was struck by lightning wasn’t the tree outside our old house in Pearland. It was actually inside this really massive house. The house was just built around the tree, and surrounding the tree was a glass domed ceiling. The paint on the walls and trim was white.
I was really upset about the destruction of such a beautiful tree, and I kept taking pictures of it with my camera. All the time that I was either taking pictures or just walking through the house, I was terrified of it crashing down. Even turning on the ceiling fan, or when walking next to the tree, the ground felt unstable. It really felt to me like whatever mechanics was holding up that dead tree was very, very fragile.
Later on I saw my cat, Wendy, hanging onto the tree with her claws. Naturally, I was terrified of the tree crashing down with her clinging to it but fortunately I was able to safely pry her off.
At one point, I was walking next to the tree with some woman. I told her how sad I was that the tree had to be cut down now since it was dead and unsafe to be standing. But now…. inside this decaying tree, was a closet. I asked the lady if she thought it was at all possible that we could rescue the tree by just building up the walls around it to support it. I don’t remember her answer, but I think she said there was no hope of rescuing the tree.
And I almost forgot this, but earlier in the dream there were people gathered ‘round. I told them that I wanted to do something special (a tribute if you will) for this oak, but that it couldn’t be something ordinary and common like planting a new one in it’s place. I reminded them that our lives were spared by this tree still standing, despite being dead now. It could easily have fallen on us after it was struck by that lightning bolt. It’s like I understood that this oak had lived for a looong time, and now that that time was over we shouldn’t take it’s long life for granted.
But now to the end of the dream. At the end I was walking with somebody, and we both saw a little raccoon behind glass doors. It was like some storage shed or the garden section at some store. The raccoon was clearly frightened and hiding from something. I urged it to leave the room and follow me, but it took A LOT of coaxing. Finally, still frightened to death, it left it’s hiding place to come with me.
As soon as that raccoon left safety, it was attacked by a bear. And I mean it was attacked viciously. I just knew this innocent, frightened raccoon was sent to it’s death BY ME! I felt so guilty and felt so much compassion for this poor creature being attacked. I just knew it was going to die, but then out of the blue the bear gave up. It would growl, but stopped attacking. I remember the raccoon looking back at the bear, and actually fussing at it. The last thing I remember is feeling so relieved that the raccoon was going to be okay.
So ya see... once again here’s a dream I have where an innocent animal is involved. I dream about animals in distress all the time - and sometimes my niece and nephew - and I’m really growing tired of it.
I do think I know what this dream is about, by the way.
Old Man and Owl
9-26-10
I had this dream last week. I was in my old bedroom in Pearland, and inside my closet was a small door leading to the attic. (Not just in the dream, but in real life). Well, in this dream I noticed that someone left that door open. I was really angry because I was afraid of mice scurrying from the attic and into the house.
After voicing this aloud, I was a little embarrassed because I saw an old man exiting the attic. (I knew it was him that left the door open, and I didn't want him upset about my being mad at his carelessness). But while I watched this strange old man, a large owl flew towards him as he was leaving the attic. (And the man might have been carrying a lantern. I'm not positive about that though).
I have NO IDEA what this dream could possibly mean.
Had three bad dreams last night; all about innocent animals of course. (I think it's safe to say that when I do have nightmares there's either a gun involved, or animals I'm trying to rescue).
Really, it was horrible. Two of them involved other people's animals, one of which was SEVERELY neglected and just seconds away from death. It's owner was this crazy woman. She was sitting alone outside with a dog in her lap. She was crying, but just a few yards away was another dog of hers. It was a really tiny gray dog lying in the grass next to a brick wall. It was HOT outside, and I saw it trying to scoot on it's back toward this large building for help. I won't go into gruesome detail, but it was severely dehydrated with kidney failure and had had a stroke. I knew it had only seconds to live, and once inside with the dog I was trying to get a vet to help. Everyone turned their backs on it!!!!
Then I dreamed about my own sweet Wendy Kitty again. I was with my family at some wildlife place. Some of it was indoors, and some outdoors. There were all types of wild animals there, but mainly there were a lot of lions. My cat ran off, and my niece and I tried finding her. At first, we found another gray cat but it wasn't my Wendy. My sister (very unsuccessfully) tried comforting me by saying that at least Wendy died free and in nature!
Yeah, like that made me feel better. :/
Finally, I found Wendy hunched inside one of the rooms, in a little corner behind this HUGE lion. (There were other wild animals all around as well. They were all packed together in this 'pit' of sorts; like an empty swimming pool). I don't know why, but I had the feeling that this lion thought of Wendy as it's own baby. Not caring about the lion attacking me, I scooped up Wendy who was very frightened. I was thrilled that she was alive, but she had a deep scar along her face right next to her right eye. I was so upset because it was such a deep cut, but knew she was going to be okay.
And my last dream was just weird. It definitely had silly elements to it, but it was still an unpleasant dream. I was with my sister and her family, and my niece was playing with this big gray dog. A greyhound or something. (I'm sensing a theme here. All these animals last night were gray). Anyway, my niece had discovered what Acupuncture was, and she decided to try it out ON THE DOG! She placed a needle just above it's eye!
At first, the dog didn't even flinch. It wasn't affected in the slightest. But then my niece suddenly turned into this horrible kid (totally unlike her) because she slapped her hand hard against the needle! Of course, the dog was in pain now and I was LIVID. I mean I was so angry and so upset with her, and demanded that we leave my sister's house and go home this very second. Then immediately after that, I was upset with my whole family because they acted like I was nuts and overreacting. They didn't see what the big deal was, and totally brushed me off.
Eventually, my niece started crying. She said I was yelling at her because I didn't love her anymore. That hurt my feelings like mad, so now I was balling and telling her that wasn't true. I even remember telling her that I was always going to be alone, and that she and her brother had no idea how much I loved them. That when it came right down to it, they were my life.
Anyway, I've had it with these dreams!!! (And also creepy is that I woke this morning with a song from BARNEY in my head. Lol! No joke. It was that annoying library song that my niece and nephew loved when they were little. Barney the purple dinosaur is scary, no?)
Vision - 1500's?
Sept. 18, 2010
When trying to sleep the other night, I had the image of a man inside my head. He wore really old clothing; something from the 1500's or earlier. I really don't know.
His outfit was blue, and the pants gathered up at his knees. (He might have had a black belt also). He wore a blue hat with a feather in it. (The hat was just made of a soft material. I can't recall the name of this kind of hat, but it had no real shape to it. I think it was like a Tam o' Shanter).
He had short black hair, a curly black mustache (I think) and was leaning his arms on the back of a big wooden cart. He seemed Italian or French? No idea.
Father and Son
8-5-10
I believe I had this dream August 1st. I've been having strange dreams lately, but this one stuck with me the most.
It seemed pretty hokey and was short and simple. It was a lot like watching a movie on a small screen. It was just seeing a family sitting outside during a picnic of sorts. They were inside a big open field, and the trees formed a line in the distance. The people I saw were a father (he was sitting in a chair), an adult son (leaning over the father as he spoke to him), and a lady. The woman was dressed like a tavern wench or something, and was on the man's right hand side, serving him a drink from a pitcher.
I received the feeling she might not have been the man's wife, but was the mother to the other male with them. And while the guy's parents weren't married, they all considered themselves each other's real family. (As in the guy's wife had nothing to do with them. Marrying her was just politics, etc.)
There was another son as well, but he wasn't with them. (He was off rescuing some lady actually. Lol!) Anyway, the premise of the dream was just a father-son moment. The father went through his whole life, secretly thinking that his sons didn't really love him as he did them.
When I woke up from the dream, all I could recall was the son telling his father that he did have a bond with him, despite hardly ever seeing him while growing up. It's all a blur, but the father - royalty of some sort - really just considered himself an artist. The son explained how he visited places like Egypt, and while there saw some murals that his father did, and how proud he was to have seen them.
Like I said, the dream is a blur but it's been so very long since I've had any interesting dreams... (well, it was interesting to me b/c these people felt kind of real; esp the father)... that I had to type it up. Having this dream, I almost felt like a voyeur listening in on a secret conversation.
Update: This is strange, and is probably only coincidence, but I was just told that we have an ancestor (male) that had 5 children, but only two sons survived. He worked for royals, but was also an artist. So far we haven't seen that he ever visited Egypt, but there is a grave there - inside a cave in Tralee, Ireland - of an Egyptian lady of royal blood.
Thanks, Wendy Kitty
April 6, 2010
Not sure this is anything, but this morning I started having this dream. All I remember is sitting in a car with a man. It was dark, and I could only see our silhouettes. We were hugging each other. I felt like the guy was Patrick, but I'll never know now because...
My Cat Woke Me Up!
Gerry with kids?
3-16-10
So I finally had a Gerry dream last night, and what was it? How about seeing him watching HIS KIDS doing a play for school or something.
Gerry was older - his gray hair he didn't even try covering up - and wearing a gray suit. The guy was so excited about seeing his kids that he filmed them while lying down on the actual stage. Lol!
He had either twin or triplet boys, and they all had very dark straight hair.
Spirit Voices in my Room
3-10-10
I almost didn't write this one down b/c I think part of this dream is a little silly.
Last night I dreamed I was living at our old house. It was nighttime, and in my room I kept hearing spirits talking. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I was afraid. I kept my light on and almost didn't even sleep in my room. I was so scared I actually wanted to wake my parents, but I didn't.
I hear my mother's cell phone ring. I knew it was my brother b/c the ringtone was the one Mom uses for him; the 'Pirates of the Caribbean' theme song.
I was so glad someone else in the house was awake, and next thing I know Mom - still on the phone speaking to my brother - stops outside my bedroom. She's standing by the door, and without me even telling her anything she nods and tells me that she already knows. She tells me she saw a spirit, and that he was...
Okay, be prepared to laugh at what's coming.
She told me she saw him giving me a massage and hugging me. Lol!
Yes, I know. The massage sounds silly but in my dream.... after she told me that I was petrified out of my mind. I was so frightened that my voice even sounded terrified. I told her I didn't care who they were, but that I wanted them out. I wanted them to leave me alone and never come back.
And yes, in the dream I knew this spirit was Patrick. I couldn't see him, but I knew without a doubt that's who Mom was talking about.
So here I've now had TWO dreams where I'm terrified of him; that is, this latest dream and - a long time ago - that 'tent dream' with the battle going on and he finds me hiding from him inside the tent.
In my dreams with him, either I'm madly in love with the guy or petrified out of my mind.
And I know I shouldn't be frightened, as he is a loving spirit. Seeing him when I was just a kid is proof enough. Smoothing the bedcovers at a child's feet while they supposedly slept isn't exactly a malicious gesture. And in my waking life, I'm not afraid of him.
I'm just really confused about this love him/terrified of him ordeal in my dreams.
A Wedding
2-2-10
I've been tossing this dream to the wayside, as I'm apt to do a lot. It was a dream I had a few weeks ago. I never mentioned it before because -
1). It was a dream related to something I heard the night before.
2). The obvious skepticism.
I'm not feeling well tonight, so I'll stick to the main points here:
- The night before, when trying to fall asleep I heard - and I heard this a couple times - a male voice say "gonna get married."
I ignored it, thinking either it must have just rhymed with that or my ears were trying to make sense of the sounds around me. (What "Ghost Hunters" call matrixing).
- But then arrives the dream that I had that night.
In short, I was in my upstairs bathroom. I was going to be married that day. I remember speaking to my Mom, then having her leave so I could take a bath and get ready for the wedding. In the dream I really didn't want to marry this guy... whoever the heck he was, as I received absolutely no impression of him... but kept thinking to myself that I wanted to see Patrick at least one more time. I wanted to marry HIM.
Immediately after that thought, he was in the room with me. He and I held each other, and I was terrified that he would leave at any second. I grabbed him and held on to him as if he were my lifeline. I mean, in that moment it was like he was all that mattered. I cannot stress enough how petrified I was that he would leave, but.... he didn't.
So that's why I'm finally writing this dream down; all because of THE FEELINGS. Feelings which are nothing like me in my daily life at all. What I mean is the whole "I can't live without this man" scenario.
That is soooo not like me, but in this dream - and others with him - those STRONG feelings are always there and are bombarding me full force. (Also, he never spoke in the dream. I didn't even see his face).
Woken Up
1-30-10
I've been ignoring this for days now, but the other morning I was woken with the feeling that someone was tickling the bottom of my foot beneath the covers.
Then a couple days later I remembered what I was dreaming about when that happened. Only, I'm not sure it was really a dream per se. It was more like seeing an image. In my mind's eye I saw a brown rabbit standing on it's hind legs inside tall grasses. It was tall, brown grass.
This dream was strange. It was the middle of the night and very dark out. Dawn must have been approaching because the sky was a pretty blue color. There wasn't a cloud in the sky either. I was in some pretty place near the water and a little wooded area. There was a huge lake surrounded by trees; weeping willows, or something similar. Also, there was a building next to me, which I think was made of stone. (It was too dark in my dream to know for sure and I only saw part of it). I think it was a small church because it had skinny stained glassed windows with pretty colors.
I was speaking to some man. I think he had short black hair. It was a quiet night, but I knew fighting... swords for sure, and maybe cannon fire. Not sure about the cannons... was going on, or about to go on from the other side of the lake. It was like the calm before the storm, and this man and I were speaking very low. We were either just acquaintances, or had just met.
When I woke up early this morning, the name "Branberry" was instantly in my head. I'm not sure that's how it's spelled, but it's how it sounded.
Had an awesome dream last night. It was night-time, and I was standing in the backyard. There was some snow on the ground, but not much. Still, I was amazed that the snow that was left didn't look like it would melt anytime soon.
In the yard I saw a very low lying bush of some sort... it was more like underbrush.... and bursting out of it in flight were 2 or 3 owls. These owls actually GLOWED a beautiful GOLD. They were just too surreal and beautiful.
Side Note: I don't know if it's related, but the 2 acres we bought recently is in "Owl Creek." I don't know if this dream has anything to do with that, or if it's something else. (A dream dictionary would say owls in a dream would represent wisdom, etc).
If anything, it was an awesome dream!
Moons and Earth
9-4-09
Had a dream the other day where I was floating in the middle of the ocean. Some of my family was with me, and it was a beautiful afternoon. I looked up at the blue sky and noticed two moons. The one on the right was a little higher than the one on the left. I was amazed and quite perplexed about this. Lol! I tried telling my mother to look up, when the next time I looked up I didn't see the two moons any longer. Instead, I saw one moon and THE EARTH.
Penny/Ghost
4-5-09
I'm really not so sure this was Patrick coming to me in a dream. I really don't know. I don't want to babble, so the gist of the dream is being in a skating rink, and on my way out some people are trying to tell me something.
I turn around to see for myself... a penny is floating on it's own right behind me and towards my back. In the dream it immediately made me think of the scene with a penny in the movie "Ghost," and I knew it had to be Patrick paying me a visit. I paid special attention to the numbers on the penny, hoping I'd see the #'s 1 and 2 (soulmate numbers) as confirmation, but instead I saw 1's and 3's.
So yeah... it might just be a nothing dream. As always, I'm left guessing.
Update:
It just now dawned on me that in the movie Ghost, PATRICK Swayze plays the ghost.
Not much of a dream...
3-7-09
The only dream I've really had lately is seeing a closeup of a brownish vine with a single rose blooming on it. It was a pretty pink rose.
UFO's and a ghost?
1-26-09
I had these two dreams last week, which I believe were on the same night.
First dream: I was walking upstairs at night in the gallery area when outside I noticed this large flying disc. It was flying around the house. Outside the windows I could see that the skies were all red, from the glowing lights on the ufo. I automatically knew that they were everywhere. Not just in this neighborhood, but everywhere on the entire planet.
Next thing I know, I'm inside this ufo with my mother and some people I don't know. Everyone was extremely weary of these 'aliens,' yet - as in all my space dreams - the aliens looked just like us. (They might have just appeared like us in order to not freak us out). I understood that they were just trying to understand us. I remember this one guy (alien) sitting behind a white desk of sorts, taking notes as he asks us questions. (The desk was just this 3-sided piece with just the top slab and then the two sides. Just 3 boring white 'blocks/slabs' if that makes sense). Everyone was nervous and tense, but wouldn't let it show because we all knew nothing about their ways of thinking and how they viewed us.
The only other thing I recall from this dream is them telling my mother that she was highly intuitive.
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Second Dream: Don't know what to make of this one. No clue.
All I remember from this one is being on some flat land. At least I think it was flat. It was lots of land with no structures around. Just sparse trees. Small trees just starting to grow. It was very FOGGY, and I think it was early in the morning. I was speaking to this man, only he was.... well, he was dead. Lol! He was a spirit passed on that only I could see and hear. He wore the same thing that myself and others were wearing: some kind of robe with chocolate brown and blue vertical stripes. It was some kind of soft, cottony material. Fleece or something.
In the end of the dream I asked the ghost a question, but he disappeared before he could answer. As I suspected, it turned out that he was just teasing me, pretending not to be there anymore when he really was. Anyway, he laughed and then answered my question. What that question was, I have no idea.
When he left for good, I remember my dream-self thinking that I hoped this spirit wouldn't mind if I called him "Papa."
So yeah. Lol! I'm not sure why that was unless he really was my father in the dream. I do know that I knew him while he was still alive. I was just fortunate enough to be able to communicate with him after his death as well.
Bluebird Eggs & Book
12-2-08
I had a strange dream last night, but I’ll only mention what I mainly remember.
Our neighbor, Penny, was over and I was holding a bird’s nest. Inside the nest was a hardcover of my book alongside two pretty bluebird eggs.
Snow!
Dec 2008
Two or three days before it SNOWED (Yipee!), I had a Gerry dream with SNOW present. (Precognitive dream? You bet!) I was taking a trip with lots of people. I was so incredibly excited to see all the snow. I couldn’t wait to snap pictures of it, but everyone else was there to ice skate in the outdoor rink. I got out of the car, camera in hand, when I spotted Gerry in the distance. He was TALL and oh-my-God was he gorgeous. In this dream I was mad for the guy. I mean ‘Twitterpated’ beyond all hope. Lol! So I see him in the crowd and he catches me trying to slip away unnoticed. I never could ice skate and didn’t want to be forced to, so I wanted to slip off to take pictures of the snow instead. But Gerry saw me, and when he did he gave me this look that told me “Like hell you’re getting away. Nice try, but you’re not going anywhere.” He literally dragged me away from walking in the opposite direction.
Next thing I know he and I are in some room, sitting on a bench against a wall. We’re all alone and just talking. The whole time he was talking I kept wishing the man would just shut up and give me a kiss. Lol! We were only friends, but I knew I had to keep my feelings for him secret. I understood that he had to feel like HE was the one in control and making the first move. Anyway, he was wearing this strange necklace of a spider. He took it off and said he’s probably not going to wear it anymore, as it was silly. The whole time I couldn’t believe I kept a straight face b/c I thought the necklace pretty ridiculous, too.
After that, some people come inside the room. I was really disappointed because we were no longer alone, and not once did he make a move. Lol! He just talked every now and then, but for the most part was pretty quiet.
Television/Message
11-9-08
I really don't know that this means anything. I can barely recall this dream.
All I do remember, is that on a television I saw a scrolling text with a message from Patrick. It read: "Kristin you said you would come back to me...."
(Yes, there's that familiar phrase appearing yet again; "Come Back To Me").
There was lots more on the screen, but I just cannot recall it.
Becky
11-5-08
Night before last, it took a while for me to fall asleep b/c of the voices I'd hear in my room off and on. (Some woman commenting to someone I was trying to sleep, then random words I couldn't hear well). I hear them in my room a lot these days, always at night, and usually it's a woman. They're harmless though, so it really doesn't bother me. Over the past months, I've slowly been talking myself into trying to develop my clairaudience. I've always been afraid that once it's on, I won't be able to turn it off.
So this morning I dreamed that I was walking down the gallery upstairs, headed towards the bathroom. Once in the hall, I noticed that the computer was on in the guestroom. I could hear Patrick's voice constantly saying - "Becky... Becky... Becky... Becky." In the dream I didn't enter the bedroom b/c it was the middle of the night, was dark, I was the only one upstairs, and I just didn't have the guts to go in there alone I guess.
I'm not exactly sure of the reason, however, b/c then I immediately woke up from my dream.
Wake Up!
9-27-08
We lost electricity from the hurricane for 15 days. (NOT fun, by the way). One of those evenings I did have a possible Patrick dream. In it I saw my nephew, Luke, only he was a little younger than he is now. I haven't seen the kids for a while now, and in my dream I was about to leave when I told him I loved him. My nephew said to me that people are always telling him that, and that he wishes people would come up with a new way to express those words. Lol! When I asked what other words he was looking for, he said "Wake Up." (Just like Patrick said in that loud evp that I have of him).
Weird dream, I know, but I've learned to pay attention even to the silly ones. Maybe it's his way of explaining to me what he meant by that evp. To "Wake Up" and remember that we love each other perhaps? (Even that feels uncomfortable to me, as I don't "know" him in my waking life. I'm VERY skeptical. Can't help it).
I also keep thinking I had a dream about him a few days back, only I can't recall any of it.
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I don't know why I never mentioned this before, but over the years I have had this other recurring dream. I'm standing on this balcony of a huge castle. I'm surrounded by LOTS of people. Tons of people, shoulder-to-shoulder. It's pitch black out... and when I say that, I mean it is VERY DARK. So dark that you can't even see the people's faces when up close. It's really noisy with people talking, and we're all watching fireworks.
I also remember feeling in this dream that I should be having as much fun as the people celebrating around me. Instead, I was pretending to enjoy myself, at least a little bit. I felt very... unfulfilled, I guess. Alone. Sad.
Bats! 8-20-08
This is a little strange. (Well, sort of, as things like this happen to me all the time).
Last night one part of my dream was a bat flying into our house, then - thankfully - flying back outside. Then today I turn the tv to Ghost Hunters. The first thing I notice is that a bat is harassing the team members. Then late tonight, what did Mom tell me but that she swears she saw a bat fly into our garage and then back out again. Lol! She said the neighbors laughed at her, saying it must have been the shadow of a truck. (Erhm, I don't know of any cars having wings unless it's the Batmobile).
But I thought all these bat coincidences pretty darn neat.
But back to my dream...
Another part of it was seeing some insect similar to a butterfly. It was all the colors of the rainbow. When I saw it, it severed in half but remained perched on the house.
I know what this meant, too. It echoes my hopelessness in ever finding an agent. That dream (hence the rainbow colors) is as good as dead, yet there it stays on it's perch.
Elizabeth
Isn’t this awesome? I had a dream the other morning where my sister and I were in my mother’s room watching tv. All of a sudden the lights flicker. When this happened I saw – with my own eyes – the light switch on the wall moving up and down. That right there told me it was a ghost that was turning the lights off and on. I turned to my sister and asked her if she knew the name of the spirit doing this. She concentrated on it a moment and said “Elizabeth.” (Which shocked me in the dream b/c it was a familiar name to me somehow).
Well, the next day I told my mother about it. Directly afterward, I checked my email and in my inbox was a new email from a friend asking if I was entering the latest contest on this author’s site. She said she thought the answer to the contest was “Elizabeth,” but that she wasn’t sure and didn’t have one of the books to do a look-up for that name. (The book which she didn’t have was the prize actually).
Well, today I read that she WON this contest. I thought that was so amazing. I just knew she had to win this one b/c of the “Elizabeth” coincidence I came across that morning in my dream.
What’s Up, Doc?
Aug 16, 2008
When going to bed last night I had an image of a funky looking rabbit in my head. Since Patrick has mentioned my love of rabbits from that past life to 2 or 3 people, and since I've dreamt about one over the past year, I figure there's a possibility this is related to that past life. If so, I had one shaggy, crazy looking rabbit. Lol! It was a medium brown color with a creamy (not quite white, but almost) underside. It's ears hung down low and at an angle, and were really shaggy. This rabbit was very "scraggly" looking. I don't know much about rabbits, even though I did have one as a pet for a long time. It ran loose in our backyard like a dog, and lived quite happily beneath our deck. Thumper didn't have much to do with us though.
Anyway, this morning the word "Angora" kept popping into my head. I figured there must be a breed of rabbit with that name, but wasn't sure. I finally just googled "Scotland... Rabbit" and lo and behold I see pics of that scraggly little beast whose breed really is called "Angora."
I think this is grasping at straws, but on Wikipedia it mentioned this breed originating in Turkey. That stuck out to me b/c YEARS AGO my mother mentioned something about how she felt like Patrick might have been to Turkey sometime in that past life. Maybe stumbling into that was a message? If so, perhaps Patrick brought me back one from there since I had so many other rabbits and were so fond of them... and especially since that breed didn't really exist anywhere else at that time.
Some of them are pretty funky looking. I wonder if I even recognized what the heck it was? Lol! The one I saw in my mind's eyes was much scragglier than the ones in these pics.
Book
July 14, 2008
I wish I could recall the entire dream, but all I remember is seeing a book set against pitch black. On the cover was a picture of Patrick's face that kept zooming in and out, sort of like a hologram.
The book was surrounded by little sparks of fluorescent green light whenever the pages were turned.
Basketball Game?
April 2008
This I'm not sure about. This dream really ticked me off actually. I was inside some gym where a basketball game was going on. Patrick was there, but he was ignoring me. I never received the impression that Patrick in this dream was the trickster spirit I've mentioned before, so either it was really him or it was just a dream I conjured myself. Anyway... in this dream Patrick's mind was fixated on nothing but that damned basketball game. I remember wanting a simple little hug from him, yet he outright ignored me. His eye was trained on that game and the players. It's like he was on a mission.
dream related to something I heard the night before.
