Dream Journal: Bridge Crossing Companion

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If I have a dream of someone who I feel close to giving me a helping hand, then what does it mean? Does it mean that we’re meant to be, that our paths have intertwined for a reason? Does it mean that maybe we serve a purpose in each other’s lives? Most importantly, what if we already know this person in real life?

In this dream, I was faced with the same obstacle over and over again. I felt fearful every single time I had to cross a bridge. It didn’t matter what the bridge was made of, where I was going, or what was waiting for me on the other side, I just knew I was afraid to cross every single one of them. Every bridge was made of wooden planks, twine, and rope. Some of the bridges were short while others spanned for a long distance. The bridges lead from different places such as a county flea market which featured tents and small buildings, a dojo on top of a hill which had a moat surrounding it, a simple gas station and automotive store nearby work, and places that had such weird odds and ends. A heavy fog would sit underneath every single bridge I had to cross. I had no idea how far down the fog went, I just knew that I needed to stay away. The thing that stood out to me the most was that there were voices that either encouraged me, discouraged me, or put me down while I was going from one side of the bridge(s) to the other. Sometimes I could see the individuals clearly while with others I could barely see them at all. I remember as I crossed these bridges, planks, people, and even random objects would fall off the bridge(s) I crossed.

One of the last few bridges I crossed led to an area that had the gas station, the automotive store, and a few small concrete buildings around it. One of my coworkers, we’ll call him Marco, who I’ve felt deep feelings for, saw how frightened I was. I cried softly and cowered in fear, explaining to Marco about being afraid to go alone on these bridges. Every bridge I went on felt like an eternity…. now that eternity turned into something else, something better. Marco was very kind to me. He put his arms around me, and came with me as I crossed the bridge. I felt bad at first because he had to drop some of his friends behind just to help me. But, in the end he felt content to do so for he managed to find some things along the way. It was a journey for both of us, a magical journey filled with bright colorful energy and life. Soon I was able to feel more comfortable on these bridges; it took forever for me to get over the fear I was feeling, but I got through it.

I tried to insist on taking on these bridges on my own, but Marco discouraged me from doing it. I thought maybe I was having a vision within a dream or maybe this was already happening, but the dream started to feel kind of distorted. I got onto a bridge and Marco was trying to tell me to get off of it. I started to hear all kinds of voices and saw people run back and forth around the different edges of the bridge. I was starting to feel unsteady when Marco said he would come back for help. I started to fall, but then a light force pulled me back up. It felt like Marco’s energy, but it also felt very benevolent. Maybe it was Marco with a helping hand, or something else. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that I woke up feeling bewildered… perhaps there is a much deeper meaning to this dream that I thought.

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Dream Journal: Werewolves and School Lessons in a Cemetery

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Bare with me when I say that this dream is extremely difficult to describe. It’s even more difficult for me to describe how I feel in regards to this oddball dream. There’s nothing more to it than that.

So, the dream starts off with what seems to be entering different locations, almost like entering different dimensions per door I walk through. I go from a hallway which looked like it belonged to a school, very similar in nature to the college I am currently attending, but with a bit more of a white wash with green lockers on the walls. The next room I enter is a highway that goes through a small town which was surrounded with flat farmland. Eventually it led me to a bizarre cemetery.

This is no ordinary cemetery (of course it’s not an ordinary cemetery, when are my dreams anything ordinary?) it existed in a dimension of space and time where it was constantly shifting, changing, morphing, and rotating. I could recall working with the ghosts of children who passed over 200 years ago to help stop the growing of the mound. There were many other human and animal spirits who roamed around the cemetery as well. The mound that was in the middle of the cemetery that began to grow over time. Even the other parts of the cemetery morphed into anything from classrooms, open reception rooms, and the view of the top row of an indoor amphitheater which faced an old-fashioned stage. My goal was to work with the restless spirits to reconnect with their loved ones, move on into the light, and heal so they can rest peacefully. With every soul I helped, the more that the land of the cemetery would heal. Patches of dried earth, decrepid tombstones, and dead greenery were fully restored.

However, the mound turned into a massive wall of broken earth, trees, graves, and human spirits that made the wall glow between the cracks of the broken earth. Soon the land that surrounded the cemetery briefly turned into the streets which were not too far away from my home. The sky was overcast, the sidewalk was lined with perfectly shaped trees, and a variety of small and medium buildings surrounded the area. Everything seemed to be oddly clean. I quickly got into action, jumped upon the mound, and destroyed bit by bit with my bare hands. Some pieces were broken off by the light of my own heart. The restless spirits of the mound screamed at me as their own fort they built was destroyed. When I finished destroying the mound, I stared at them and told them they needed to move on. The spirits began to go to the left which led back into the old country highway.

Suddenly the cemetery morphed into the amphitheater that briefly disappeared during the whole ordeal of smashing the mound. I remember walking back and forth between a classroom filled with blue light from a projector, to a red carpeted hallway were some teens reached out to me for help, which in reality they really didn’t need my help. I reached the amphitheater where I could see an open door which led to a street on the left side of the stage. I got on the stage and was immediately pounced by a werewolf. It wasn’t any ordinary werewolf, it was one of my old teachers. I was frightened, thinking that this creature was going to tear me apart, but in reality the creature licked my face and was affectionate just like any beloved canine would. I felt a flash of warm, pink and red energy cover me as this happened. This happened several times when I was on the stage. The creature would pounce onto me and others would try to stop the werewolf. The werewolf tried to attack other people and I tried to stop him. But then I found myself turning into a werewolf. I felt free from the things that held me back. All of my problems seemed to have vanished. I howled and ran after the werewolf whom presumed to be one of my teachers.

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Dream Journal- Part 3: Odd Metropolis

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Between part 2-3 of my dream, I had a short segment where I had to go get something from my parent’s house in my hometown. I told myself that I had to go alone, yet little did I know that a few fuzzy critters, birds, squirrels, chipmunks, cats, deer, dogs, and so on started to follow me on my way. I finally found myself back to my parent’s house in flight, but again the morphing aspect took hold of this house. It seemed high and mighty as it sad on a mountain top… but in reality my parent’s home does not sit on a mountain. It at first appeared to be made from oak and thick glass, but then turned back into its original form. I wrapped myself around the side so I wouldn’t get caught, and then found myself through the front door. It kind of reminded me of something from a horror movie due to the modernized and ornate style. I had flashes of The Shining in my head and then managed to snap myself back into reality. I ran around the old home and found all kinds of beautiful dogs within it, dogs of all kinds. It felt like the right thing to let them go and to take the totem I was looking for. I kept hearing warnings from the smaller critters to get out, and I insisted not to without letting these animals free. The door behind me was opened and my Dad walked in. I felt like a deer in the headlights. My Dad had a weird sparkle in his eye and greeted me and I greeted him back. It was silent for a moment until all hell broke loose as he yelled a massive inhuman sound. Cain and a few of the animals ran through the front door, knocked my dad out of the way (Cain taking it a step further), and pulled me out of there and the dogs ran free. Cain was furious and asked me what I was doing there. I apologized and told him I had to go back for something. He kissed me and told him not to do it like that again, and if I were to go that he must go with me.

Moving forward with the dream, I found myself in the middle of a massive metropolis. I mean absolutely massive. I don’t think I have ever seen anything of this magnitude in my life before. Massive glass buildings that were see-through, beautiful courtyards lined with fountains, trees, birds, and places to hang out, study, and have a cup of coffee with friends. From what I could see, this seemed to be a city made entirely of schools. I believe there were at least three or four different schools put within these cities. All of its residents were students, teachers, professors, staff, custodians, and supervisors of these universities. It was absolutely amazing. All of my friends were there! It was so cool and I even met some new ones too. I spent my days with Cain and or my friends whether we were in class, studying, out and about, or just spending alone time with Cain within our home (I would say dorm, but these were individualized housing areas that were kind of like apartments). Did I also mention that things were kind of… well, anime like sort of? Well, they were.

One day we were in one of the many white washed libraries for a study session for one of our classes. It was me, Cain, Josephine, Francine, and a few others. Francine asked me if I could go with her to one of her classes just to sit in with her, I said yes, but got a very weird feeling in the pit of my stomach about it. I could tell Cain did too, but he was very subtle about it. I leaned forward towards him, kissed him, then said I’d be right back. He smiled back, waved, and told me not to be too long. I had that feeling that he was trying to stay positive despite the weird feeling we both got. From what I could tell, Francine was a mentor and tutor for this math class for younger students. It was awesome knowing that she would go out of her way to help other children. On my way through the campus’ courtyard, she told me that she wanted to be a Math tutor and hopefully teacher at one of the universities nearby us. I told her that I thought it was fantastic! 

I went in the classroom and was immediately creeped out. I could tell that it was old seeing the dirt and dust on the tiles of the floor, walls, and ceiling. Some of the squares were coming off the ceiling and the lights flickered on and off. The desks, projector, and white board were so old. The students and teacher seened relatively normal and they all greeted me sweetly. I was sitting in just to get an idea of what Francine would do. I hate math, but still wanted to see how she worked with kids because of my interests in Psychology and Art Therapy. As the class went on (which felt like in dragged on forever, which was only about 10-15 minutes in reality) that feeling of dread continued to grow. I told Francine I was going to hit the restroom. She told me class was going to be over soon, but said she was ok with it. I left my stuff there which Francine agreed to look over… that was the biggest mistake I have ever made. 

What was cool about that class was that it had a massive open door that led to outside. In reality besides having to go to the bathroom, I just really needed fresh air. I looked around the campus’ buildings, feeling a bit lost but amazed. I was still relatively new in this area. I could see large campus book stores, shopping areas, lab buildings, libraries, student lounges, and then finally found the restroom. I went in and out like that, but heard a large commotion. I looked outside and saw another restroom. There was a man with a bandana, black and blue clothing, and dark hair trying to grab a young woman in a pink tank and then shot her with a handgun when she resisted. More guys with bandanas ran out and around that one bathroom. I stood there and hid in the bathroom I was in for a second until they left that bathroom across from me so I could help that girl. I ran inside and a few other girls ran towards the far end of the bathroom screaming and crying. The girl that was shot wasn’t dead, only grazed on her arm, but others that were outside were. I realized I didn’t have my phone and my blood ran cold. I took a cloth and wrapped it around her arm to try to stop the bleeding. I was furious, so done with all of this. I got so angry that I attracted those shooters and dragged them into the bathroom. They tried to shoot me, but missed as I tore each and every part of them one by one. I don’t know where I got the strength from, but I would kill them, then pull them inside out. They begged and pleaded, but I did not stop. As soon as it was over, the girls in the bathroom with me were shocked, but one yelled “You did it!”. I stood back in horror and sadness only to find that they were no different from me and everyone else. I told them that I forgave them for what they did, apologized for what I did, and somehow they were standing again and allowed me to hug them. I saw a glimpse of Cain and others getting ready to enter the bathroom when the dream stopped and I woke up. 

This was just one of those vivid dreams that blew me away. I am grateful for how visually gifted and creative I am. My subconscious mind is so much more powerful when I allow that part of myself to flow. I think there is so much more that are dreams are telling us than what we see on the surface. Wow. Amazing. Beautiful.

-Alex

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Dream Journal- Part 2: The Archangel Encounter

(Note- due to size of dream journal entry, this will be a 3 part entry made up of 3 separate posts. This is part 2. Names and identities will remain anonymous.)

The affectionate night with Cain seemed to blend and bleed itself into a dream of soft, pastel, rose-colored streams of colored water that reflected ourselves sleeping with one another. I woke up with Cain standing behind me and found Janice and a few others still there in the morning. I was worried about her and asked where her significant other was. She told me that she had her boyfriend and not to worry. Well, I set up a special surprise and got her boyfriend to come to see us. He walked behind Janice and tapped her on the shoulder. She was ecstatic to know that he was there because he had been out of town for the longest time. They both kissed, walked off, and waved goodbye to me.

I turned towards Cain and we were starting to walk off as I heard my mom call to me. I run towards her and Cain had an expression of discomfort and worry on his face. I was excited to see her and gave her a hug. She told me about how she missed me and I expressed the same thing to her and we both asked each other a few mundane questions about our everyday lives. It was cut short when my mom sharply interrupted me and told me to drop every single thing that I was doing. I became ever so confused and asked her what she meant. She got even deeper as she told me to drop my job, my home, my surroundings, my friends, and now this new venture for it wouldn’t be good for me. She also told me she knew best and that I needed to come home. I kept trying to tell her that I couldn’t, even wouldn’t because I was happy. It didn’t seem to phase her at all and I just felt like part of me was being sucked in and couldn’t get away.

Cain told me it was time to go and I refused to leave, thinking that there was something wrong with my mom. She then tried to reach her hand out to me and told me not to go, crying hysterically. She started to morph and decay into a very nasty form that no longer even represented my mom. Cain grabbed me and said, “Come on Alex! Let’s go! You have got to let go of the past! Come on, let’s go!”. We both ran out of the stadium and into a completely different place from the school. I started to cry myself, feeling like part of me was being ripped away. Cain slowly walked up to me and gently carressed my hair and face, kissed me, hugged me and then stood in front of me with his arms on my shoulders. Our surroundings slowly started to morph into a softly sunlit green pasture with lofty trees and roaring mountains. 

In a gentle but stern voice, Cain explained to me how I had to drop my past and leave it behind me. I was hysterical and again felt as though something important was being ripped towards me. Cain was so patient with me, that I greatly appreciated. Anger started to grow more apparent on his face and I knew it was not towards me. He kissed me on my forehead, said I love you swiftly, and I said it in returned. He turned around and told me he would be right back and not to follow him. I asked for him to wait, but before I could go further, a few of my friends ran past me and followed Cain. Janice stopped for a second to tell me to stay here. I could hear a massive inhuman shriek coming from the distance as they ran across the stage and it morphed into a stone part of the mountain. 

I could no longer see them. I looked upon my surroundings and saw more hills, trees, and a body of water a few hundred yards away from me. I heard a soft male voice hit my ears and saw an angellic presence in front of me. To me, it looked like Archangel Chamuel. Long dirty blonde hair, soft rose white wings, a robe made of pinks, reds, and gold. His face looked immortal. I do not quite remember the message he protrayed onto me. But what I could understand was to not feel bad for others who have done wrong, don’t pity for people of the past, I’m doing the right thing, move forward, move on with my goals and dreams, have fun with friends, and stay with Cain. 

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-Alex

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Dream Journal: Inner Child Dream

        Last night, I had a very weird dream, which was in some ways positive. The beginning was a little fuzzy with me somehow being in some type of vortex in time, ending up in a store (which was like Target, Sears, Macy’s Khol’s, Walmart, some mix of all of the above). There were these children that were running through the store, 8 of them to be exact. There were 2 girls and 6 boys, all of them ranging between the ages 4-5 to 8-16. One child has some facial differences around the nose, one wore thick glasses, and all of them seemed to be very emotional.

children         The father was no-where near the children and tried to look for them, but gave up to get on a tricycle/bike and slowly petaled around the store. I confronted them and asked what he was doing and if he worried about his kids at all. He made it apparent that part of him just gave up, stopped caring, and assumed that they would be fine on their own, because they were good kids. I asked where and if he had a significant other, or someone who was helping him with the kids. He kind of just shrugged and basically said he did, but was not sure where they were or what they were doing. It really did seem like he didn’t care. i started to get angry with the parent and tried to give him a wake up call. I tried to beat it into his head that his children needed him and they need his love, guidance, and attention. I also made it apparent that his behavior is unacceptable. The parent realized what I was saying and lowered his head and apologized to me. However, he also said he did not know what to do because he was gone all the time at work or out and about. I volunteered (basically in-voluntarily because I felt as though they really did need somebody).

ParenttoParent       We both went to home with the children and the father basically said he wish he could stay, but he had to go. I asked him where he was going and what about the well being of the children. He said he had to go to work and do a few other things. I was angered and watched over the kids for a day or two. I got visions in my head of what this “father” was REALLY doing (after work he’d go out with women, drink, gamble, do all kinds of other things with other people/co-workers). I was angry, but pushed it out of my mind and helped the children. The home was very large, but it was somewhat dark with the light inside being a light navy blue/indigo color and seeing bits of bright gold light shining around the rims of the windows. The house seemed like a studio with all the rooms seeming cubicle like and the furniture seeming so home work/office life. Some of the children would sit on their beds and read/do homework. Others would run around, playing and screaming, others kind of just took care of themselves, getting food from the kitchen, keeping things clean, doing chores, etc. I remember talking with the eldest who was about 15-16 at the oldest. He talked to me about the struggles he was having at school, home with his mom and dad, and how he’s been having problems girls noticing him, except for a few. I talked to him at a very deep level, expressing to him about my experience during my life and at first he got frustrated during our conversation and cried, but after a while, he cheered up a bit and smiled. I put all of the children to bed and they slept peacefully.

       Later on the next day, the father FINALLY came home, his appearance disheveled and dirty. I was so angry with him and said I was taking the children to the Zoo/Animal Reserve. He apologized again and said he felt really shameful, and of course tried to explain he wouldn’t do it again. I didn’t want to hear it and said if he wanted to come along, it was fine, but I was still going to take them. I myself and the children went to the Zoo/Animal Reserve, they looked at the animals and took notes and pictures. The father finally showed up and I pulled him aside, trying to convince him how serious this problem was. The children were in front of the Snake exhibit when all of a sudden, these massive snakes rose from the brush and railings and bit every single child in the face. The snakes pulled back after one bite, and every children was still alive, but bleeding badly and crying. The father and I saw it happen and I pointed out just HOW much his children needed him. It seemed as though FINALLY something clicked and the energy around him turned a red-orange with a mid-pick color. He rushed to his children’s aid so much faster than I ever have and I could see this very passionate red energy surrounding the children and father. I could feel a soft healing energy surrounding all of us. I stood there and eventually smiled and felt a sense of relief, because I knew that the pain and disorganization of this family FINALLY ended.

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