Since I was a very young girl, I have had dreams, at times, that have left deep seated impressions on my psyche, and they sometimes related directly or indirectly to something that happened or was about to happen in my daily life. I'm not taking on the name "Madame" or selling tickets to a Friday the 13th reading, but I know this about me, and I accept it with peace.
Two such examples of my night time revelations are as follows:
The first dream involved a day in my life years ago when I was in my early 20's and going to FTU, now UCF. I "slept in a Hay Stack", Hay Stack Apartments, with Mary Beth, my roommate at the time who shared more than just a space to sleep. Her dad married my sister, Ruthie, and we developed a connection sealed for eternity at the First Methodist in Kissimmee, Florida. Many years have passed, and details have been forgotten, but I remember clearly that I had class during the day, and work to go to that night, but I was not feeling good at all. I felt tired and sleepy in the morning, which was unusual for me. Sometime during that day, I lay down on the couch and fell sound asleep. In my sleep, I saw Daddy dressed in white, sitting at a white table. He looked gray and pale. He didn't speak to me but laid his head down on the table. I woke up almost immediately and knew I had to call home. I think I remember telling Mary Beth about my dream before I went down to the pay phone, that dates me, and called the house. I don't remember who answered, but someone told me Daddy was in the hospital. He had had a heart attack, and tried to work through it like he did everything else, but he was too weak to make it, so they hospitalized him. He survived that event and several others before he finally died at the age of eighty. I have never forgotten that dream or the events that followed.
Another memorable dream involved Mama, who was,then, suffering from Altzheimers and my dog Abigail, who was sixteen at the time. I dreamed it, I think, in October 2003. Mama and Abigail both died within two days of each other late the following spring. In that dream, there were two houses on a beach connected by a screened in breezeway. I was in one house, and Abby and Mama were in the breezeway heading to the other house. I saw them out of a window, and I called for them, but they would't answer me. I couldn't connect with them, and it disturbed me so much that I woke myself up from the dream. It makes sense now, looking back, that I was dealing with frustration and sorrow at the time and processing a loss to come, but it seemed prophetic in a sense, also, another dream that made a lasting impression.
So, what do those dreams have to do with bears, and lions and gutted pigs, oh my? I am just sayin', I have dreams with meanings. Now, for the third and final dream I am sharing, if you are still with me. I just had this recently and shared it with my sisters and our friend Vivian at Saturday breakfast at Frankie's. It caused us consternation, so we moved to sillier subjects rather quickly. It was dark, but enough light was present to see what was happening in front of me, and I was in a big field behind someone's house. The dream had a "redneck" feel, which I am very comfortable with since I grew up in St. Cloud. No offense intended. Someone had just recently killed a very large pig, and a strange man was on the ground, shuffling through pieces of the pig. I was curious as to what he was doing, so I just stood quietly and watched. He didn't seem to know I was there. He picked up a piece of the tail and the head. It sounds gory, but it seemed normal to me. He walked over to what appeared to be some kind of giant, long earth moving equipment. He placed the head at one end of the giant, long earth moving equipment and the tail, with hind quarters attached, at the other end. They were elevated high on the giant equipment. There was a huge gap between the two that was empty and represented the middle of the giant pig. I was in awe of its size, and I knew it meant something, so I pulled out my phone to take a picture of the gutted pig. I positioned myself at an angle to make my shot, when a woman who looked familiar to me, came quickly and pulled me away from the pig and back into the shadows of the yard. I looked at her and then at the scene I had just left. Standing tall and silent and unmoving, in the background of the scene was a perfect, giant bear. Staring. Not moving. Present. I was shaken by the sight and about to say something to the woman by me when out of nowhere a tall, handsome, male lion sauntered by. Yeah, sauntered. I was certain the minute I woke up that the gutted pig was America. I know, weird, right? So...what does it mean? Dreams that make you go hmmm...
Peace. Love, Linda
Two such examples of my night time revelations are as follows:
The first dream involved a day in my life years ago when I was in my early 20's and going to FTU, now UCF. I "slept in a Hay Stack", Hay Stack Apartments, with Mary Beth, my roommate at the time who shared more than just a space to sleep. Her dad married my sister, Ruthie, and we developed a connection sealed for eternity at the First Methodist in Kissimmee, Florida. Many years have passed, and details have been forgotten, but I remember clearly that I had class during the day, and work to go to that night, but I was not feeling good at all. I felt tired and sleepy in the morning, which was unusual for me. Sometime during that day, I lay down on the couch and fell sound asleep. In my sleep, I saw Daddy dressed in white, sitting at a white table. He looked gray and pale. He didn't speak to me but laid his head down on the table. I woke up almost immediately and knew I had to call home. I think I remember telling Mary Beth about my dream before I went down to the pay phone, that dates me, and called the house. I don't remember who answered, but someone told me Daddy was in the hospital. He had had a heart attack, and tried to work through it like he did everything else, but he was too weak to make it, so they hospitalized him. He survived that event and several others before he finally died at the age of eighty. I have never forgotten that dream or the events that followed.
Another memorable dream involved Mama, who was,then, suffering from Altzheimers and my dog Abigail, who was sixteen at the time. I dreamed it, I think, in October 2003. Mama and Abigail both died within two days of each other late the following spring. In that dream, there were two houses on a beach connected by a screened in breezeway. I was in one house, and Abby and Mama were in the breezeway heading to the other house. I saw them out of a window, and I called for them, but they would't answer me. I couldn't connect with them, and it disturbed me so much that I woke myself up from the dream. It makes sense now, looking back, that I was dealing with frustration and sorrow at the time and processing a loss to come, but it seemed prophetic in a sense, also, another dream that made a lasting impression.
So, what do those dreams have to do with bears, and lions and gutted pigs, oh my? I am just sayin', I have dreams with meanings. Now, for the third and final dream I am sharing, if you are still with me. I just had this recently and shared it with my sisters and our friend Vivian at Saturday breakfast at Frankie's. It caused us consternation, so we moved to sillier subjects rather quickly. It was dark, but enough light was present to see what was happening in front of me, and I was in a big field behind someone's house. The dream had a "redneck" feel, which I am very comfortable with since I grew up in St. Cloud. No offense intended. Someone had just recently killed a very large pig, and a strange man was on the ground, shuffling through pieces of the pig. I was curious as to what he was doing, so I just stood quietly and watched. He didn't seem to know I was there. He picked up a piece of the tail and the head. It sounds gory, but it seemed normal to me. He walked over to what appeared to be some kind of giant, long earth moving equipment. He placed the head at one end of the giant, long earth moving equipment and the tail, with hind quarters attached, at the other end. They were elevated high on the giant equipment. There was a huge gap between the two that was empty and represented the middle of the giant pig. I was in awe of its size, and I knew it meant something, so I pulled out my phone to take a picture of the gutted pig. I positioned myself at an angle to make my shot, when a woman who looked familiar to me, came quickly and pulled me away from the pig and back into the shadows of the yard. I looked at her and then at the scene I had just left. Standing tall and silent and unmoving, in the background of the scene was a perfect, giant bear. Staring. Not moving. Present. I was shaken by the sight and about to say something to the woman by me when out of nowhere a tall, handsome, male lion sauntered by. Yeah, sauntered. I was certain the minute I woke up that the gutted pig was America. I know, weird, right? So...what does it mean? Dreams that make you go hmmm...
Peace. Love, Linda
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