Of Rainbows, Protectors & Tarot

My Stubborn Protector 
  FYI: I don't believe for one second that this was a 'visitation' dream.  It was too odd to be that, but I do feel there are glimmers of truth here.  I think it was my own subconscious trying to break through... hence the weirdness in the dream as well as certain things that feel like a 'message/memory' if-you-will. Also, I believe one of the men in this dream is the same man I've had a dream about before. That dream can be found HERE.  It's titled 'Dream about a Spirit.'  (That older dream was the one where there was spirit hovering at the end of my bed, and he had a vivid aura/rainbow colors surrounding him). But now to last night's dream: In the first part of this dream I was with some people and I think we had just gotten out of a car to go inside some building, or maybe even eat inside some restaurant.  (It was a business of some sort).  A man was with us.  He was tall, slim, and had short black hair.  I don't remember seeing his face too well in the dream, but I do remember thinking that he was handsome and reminded me a little bit of Hugh Jackman.  However, the shirt that he was wearing took all attention away from that.  He was wearing the most ridiculous black sweater that looked like something a kid would wear. It was a black sweater that had a full rainbow stitched on it.  On both ends of this rainbow were clouds. (Just like a kid would draw while coloring).  It was insanely ridiculous, and in the dream I remember thinking I hope that he realizes how dumb he looks  because once people see that sweater they're going to stare/laugh/etc.  Thankfully, he thought of that I guess because he pulled on a brown leather jacket over it.  He zips it up and we all go inside the building. (I do think the rainbow is significant because I think it's connected to the dream I listed above; of the man with the aura/rainbow colors surrounding him as he floated at the end of the bed.  I think they're the same man.  Even the hair color is the same.  Also, in both dreams he was annoying me.  I just now thought of that, only the annoyance in this last dream was nothing compared to the first dream). The next part I hardly recall.  I vaguely remember two women psychics.  One of them was talking about how they wanted to use Van Gogh's painting 'Starry Night' on their new business cards or something. In the final part of my dream I'm with lots of people. I'm trying to sleep underneath a white tent of sorts. (Just like with my 'tent/battle’ dream, it looked more like large sheets were the roof of the tent.  Only, this one was HUGE.  It seemed to go on forever, so I guess these 'tents' were all connected.  It almost seemed as large as an arena).  There's a blond man with me, which I assume is Patrick because he immediately made me think of Brad Pitt in the movie 'Troy.' We were both inside this massive, very overcrowded 'tent' and I think I was trying to rest.  Patrick was lying down next to me on the ground, on my right hand side, with his back against me.  I knew he was only doing his duty, protecting me, but I was extremely IRRITATED with him because he was so literal.  He was lying down with me, but he was not leaving me any breathing room at all.  I mean this man's back was plastered against me and I absolutely hated that.  I'm pretty sure he had his trusted sword in one hand, too, ready to defend me at a second's notice.   I finally had reached my limit I guess because I start yelling at him. But then some weirdness crept inside the dream again because I remember thinking that my voice - as I was yelling at him - was being captured on an evp, only my yelling was coming through as opera.  Lol! He’s very upset with me; my defiance. It was his duty/purpose to protect me, yet here I was distracting him from doing his job. He becomes so upset with me that he starts retching of all things, right there in the tent… which then infuriates me even more.  (Or maybe he was actually really sick.  This was the 1600's after all, and I did have a dream once where he - "Neil" in disguise - was keeping it a secret from me that he was dying).  I was so angry that I didn't have even an ounce of sympathy for him.  I tell him that I’m going to be losing even more sleep now because I have to clean all that up. I felt like his response to my righteous anger was childish, or like having a dog that’s upset. (Or like I said, maybe he was actually ill and I was just too angry - or sleep deprived - to even ponder that possibility). I knew full well that his feelings and actions towards me were genuine and coming from a loyal and good/dutiful place, but it annoyed me to no end! Also, I vaguely recall some older man in the dream.  I don't think I knew him.  He was in his 70's I guess and had balding gray hair.  I think he was just a lookie-loo with my meltdown. Okay, so that was the end of the dream.   When I woke up I decided to jot down notes about the dream, to record here on this blog.  After I did that I logged on to Facebook.  One of my feeds was someone posting a tarot spread from one of their old sites. This was the spread:    Just for the heck of it, I did it.  You had to think of a person that has crossed over, and the card you picked was supposed to be a message from them. Since I had just had that Patrick dream, I thought of him and then picked a card.  The card I chose was #5, and this was the result.   I did find it a little odd that it could have echoed the dream I just had; that his duty/job always came first.  Also, it echoes what my mother has said about him before; that he wasn't always one to express his innermost feelings, and that he was likely taught from his youth not to have emotions at all.  I do think Patrick did a lot of his 'talking' through his physical presence/energy, and then his eyes.  I absolutely think his silence spoke volumes, or at least to me it did.  I think words were pretty unnecessary. I just thought of something.  There were psychics in that dream, and right after I wrote down notes to the dream I see the FB post from Kristy with the tarot cards. Also, in the dream the psychic lady was talking about wanting to put Van Gogh's 'Starry Night' on those cards.  Those cards of hers I knew were either business cards or tarot.   So there was a psychic and tarot cards in my dream, and then that's the first thing I see online after writing down notes to the dream.  (A psychic posting a tarot spread). Weird.
Update: I suppose the "Starry Night" reference is significant. (If you've read my Patrick blog, you understand why that is).  

Wendy Kitty, White Hawk, Opera and Owls

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) a knight!

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.