Tag: dreams

Early Morning Visit

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Laying in bed in the early hours, I felt a pressure on the end of the bed, something touched my foot. I didn’t look, l wanted to, but know through past experience nothing is there. The longer I keep my eyes closed and just lay there, the longer it lasts.  

Last year when this happened the pressure moved around for a while, it felt similar to a cat padding through the covers. This was shortly after I lost my cat and I wondered at the time if it was my Eris coming to tell me she was okay.

I don’t know what this pressure thing is but do know it has only happened in the last couple of years. I had two huge bereavements in 2014 that rocked my world.  This activity has only happened since that time.

It doesn’t happen when I’m wide awake but also I know I’m not asleep, I’m in that in between state on just waking.  I think it is a message from someone. Last night it felt like someone sat on the end of the bed, gently brushing against my feet as they did.

I know this would terrify some people but I find it comforting.  I don’t say anything at the time as I explained as I don’t want it to end, so I thought I’d share it as a confirmation of the experience.

Does anyone else have similar things happen to them. Is it our traumatised minds or something else, something we don’t really understand.

The Ship

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The powerful ship moved purposefully through the water.  The ship travelled through a sort of canal with buildings on each side, crashing and breaking the boarders of the land, tall houses falling in its wake.  It reached the sea and rose high before it charged towards the waves as if in battle.  We were as much victims of the ship as the seas in which it sailed, caught in its depths and awaiting our fate.  The ship crashed to the left and its passengers fell and crashed with it.  I grabbed my yellow sailing jacket, I knew we were in for a rocky ride, I wanted to be prepared.  The last thing I remember before I woke was that I could not tie my shoe laces in preparation for the journey ahead.

I sat up in bed and looked around, heart beating and catching my breath.  I wrote it down, I wanted to remember for the morning for when I woke.

This morning I reached up to the shelf for my dream book before preparing coffee.  I hadn’t needed to see my scribbled reminder, it was still very clear.  Without looking I knew that rough seas couldn’t be good, that in my dream I was prepared or trying to prepare myself was something, but I felt it might indicate a long ride ahead.  That the ship was big and strong gave me hope, because although it was throwing me all over the place it gave some protection.

The dream dictionary told me ships are an augury of profitable ventures, however a shipwreck portends to a situation where you will have to defend yourself.  The dream book directed me to look up ocean, it said that in any dream the condition of the water and weather must be taken into account. The water and weather had been horrendous in my dream.  Rough or stormy water is a warning that real courage will be needed to overcome your obstacles, just what I need at the present time!

I have one hope though as the book suggested an ocean voyage predicts a lucky escape from an irritating problem.  I guess I must have got on the ship in the first place to have hung my yellow sailing jacket.

Any other interpretations out there much appreciated 😉

 

 

Weird Dreams?

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I’m having the weirdest dreams and I’m finding them exhausting.  I’m waking up like I’ve done a days work and I’m getting to the point that I’m dreading going to bed.

The night before last I was caring for a baby all night, it was a fitful sleep with me waking hourly, but each time I went back to sleep the baby was still there for me to look after.  I felt I was sharing the bed and wanted to make sure the baby had enough room.  He was tucked in the snug of my arm, well in my dream because of course the baby wasn’t really there.  I felt such responsibility towards this little child, it’s crazy!

Last night my dreams were taken up with an older lady who was obviously confused as she said she was my mum. She wasn’t my mum, but she wasn’t taking any notice of this fact. It got so confusing I wondered if she was in fact my mum in disguise, however they were of a totally different race, mum white and blond, this lady dark with strong features and hair as black as coal.  Anyway she wouldn’t go away, she told me she died in June and I should know this already, she kept talking about dates I should know too which were the 11th and 23rd June.  Of course, I know my mum died in October and was very aware of this in my sleep, telling the woman she was wrong and I wasn’t her daughter.   I suppose the dream could have been about separation and loss as I have been thinking a lot about mum lately, but she usually looks exactly like mum in my dreams.

These are just examples from the last couple of nights but it’s been happening for a while and it’s getting crazier and crazier.  I know my maternal grandmother had visitors at night, people standing at the end of the bed who she told to go away.  She would wave her arms and shout at them, she didn’t know them and didn’t want them around but they kept coming back.  At the end of her life she started to recognise the visitors, her parents, siblings and husband.

I don’t want to consider my dreams are anything like my Nan’s as these visions happen when I’m asleep.  I do believe in spirit and know my family are around me, but these dreams are different. I’m so tired and achy today, I’m going to try a different bed tonight and see if it makes any difference.

I just thought this blogging community might help me work out these dreams and put them to bed!  Do any of you have such weird dreams? If so what have you done about it as I really just want a good nights sleep?

Held Aloft

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I’m beside myself with worry, this really can’t be right,
I dreamt a plane was crashing, I dreamt it late last night.

I know it’s not an omen, I hope so anyway,
as I’m flying off myself soon, in just a couple of days.

Why can’t I dream of riches, of love and spiritual paths,
instead of things like crashes, with memories that last.

I know it’s because I’m packing now, I know this is the way,
it’s guilt about the fun I’ll have, I’m sure that’s what they’d say.

So I will buckle up my seatbelt and think of better things,
and pray the plane will hold us up, I’ll really watch the wings.

I have set my new  intention, to only dream of love,
avoiding cheese, crossing hearts and sending prayers above.

The Universe Speaks

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Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and have a feeling that I understand all the universe has to offer, it makes complete sense and I wonder at how it has taken me so long to understand. It is like a long awakened memory, that has been pushed down so far its feels fresh and new.

I can only compare this feeling to something menial like solving a difficult maths problem, building a flat pack wardrobe without the correct instructions or tallying end of year accounts. What seems to be an insurmountable problem, suddenly makes sense and fits into place with ease. Have you ever wondered at what took you so long on a job well done, thats the feeling I have when I wake up in the middle of the night with the certainty that I know all thats humanly possible to know.

I’m so smug, elated, overjoyed. I can tell the world where to find what it has been searching for so long. I don’t need to write it down, it is so clear in my mind, perfect, perfect, perfect. I lie there for a while thinking about how I can use this gift, until I drift back to sleep again.

I wake up, it has gone, I’ve lost it. I know it is in my mind somewhere buried deep in my subconscious but for today it’s lost. I have this dream often and yet I haven’t written it down despite the notepad by my bed. I know I will have the dream again, it is my calling the universe is communicating with me. I know one day I will remember what it has to say because otherwise the universe wouldn’t talk to me.