Monday, July 22, 2013

Wake Up

Pleasant Dreams. Scary Dreams. Ordinary Dreams. 
Dreams from the Past. Dreams of the Future. Dreams of the Moment.

What are we trying to tell ourselves?  If anything. I believe that most of the time our dreams can be traced back to the events of the day. However, there are rare instances I feel dreams are alerting us to something.  Tapping into something we didn't witness first hand, yet something we needed to see.

A few years ago, my daughter woke up in a panic, stating that someone had stolen grandma's car. Sure enough, within the week, her car was stolen. 

Several years ago, I had a dream in which someone I had known showed up in my classroom.  I was teaching and noticed this person sitting in the back. He stood up and left the room without saying a word. After sending an email to this person, I learned that he had just come home from the hospital; cancer. 

Just over a year ago, I had a dream in which I watched someone I had known very well be put into a police car, this short image popped-up in the middle of another unrelated dream. Within the week I was told that this person had indeed been arrested, on exactly the same night I had the dream. 

Fast forward to last night.  I had a dream in which the same person appeared. This time I was attending a party of some sort.  I had to walk through a part of the building, that I can only describe as a drug house, to get to the part of the building that the party was being held, which was like an old tavern, and nothing like the first part of the building.  At one point, I had to leave and reenter, again, moving through this first part of the building.  On the way in I passed a person in a long hallway, this person was looking at something on the wall.  As I passed by, I did not initially recognize this person. Though as I passed, I felt that I did indeed know this person. They turned and looked at me, without saying anything. I did know this person, yet I didn't recognize him. He gave me a hug, and within that space of time, I knew things were not okay.  Without words being said, I knew this had something to do with addiction, and that this person needed help.  I tried to convince the person to come with me, and talk to their mother, who for some reason was also attending the party. There was refusal, and I had to leave the person there, knowing that there was nothing I could do for them. 

I do believe in Karmic seeds and the role they play in dreams. However, I still am at a loss as to the purpose behind certain connections.