Of Angels…

This was one of the most amazing dreams I’ve had in a while!  I went back to sleep just to try to continue the dream!  I had been in Honduras but was in a hospital for the week.  The care at the hospital was terrible, so I was very glad to be leaving.  There were two doctors there that I was very close to, and I am certain that one was the Archangel Michael, and I think that the other one may have been Raphael, but I’m less certain about that.  Something happened and I missed my ride to go to the dinner after I was discharged for the hospital, but Archangel Michael gave me a ride, so I was secretly happy.  We stopped at a store, and he (and I believe the other doctor was there too) asked me to buy them lighters.  I bought them each small bic lighters.  We got to the dinner party, and I asked my friend Ed where the bathroom was.  He showed me, and it was in a car.  The driver of the car was a woman, and she tried to charge me for using the bathroom.  I explained that I didn’t have any Honduran limpiras – only American money.  She offered to exchange the money for me, and I thought something was odd about the money she handed me.  I found a “fire insurance” certificate from the game of life mixed in, and I yelled at her “Hey – this is Monopoly money!”  She tried to drive off (with me in the car).

What was remarkable about this dream is very hard to put into words.  Just to read the story line, it’s very underwhelming, but what was so amazing is Michael’s presence.  I wrote down the following immediately when I awoke:


Michael beyond words

Filled with overwhelming love.

Just wanted to be near him

Looked like a normal man – bright, sparkly eyes, short hair, very large man

Just wanted to be near him – safe, full of love.


I’m not sure I can put into words what a great feeling it was to be near him.  It was almost like a moth to a flame – the closer I got to him, the more I felt an overpowering sense of love.  I felt so very safe.  He was filled with joy. (I looked up pictures of Archangel Michael online, and he did NOT look like the artists’ renderings.  Most of them showed him as very serious, and in my dream, his eyes were so full of life, and joy, and sparkle.)  Have you ever been around someone whose joy was so infectious you couldn’t HELP but be happy just being around them?  That was Michael, only multiply the happiness and joy by unending love and protection.  I literally felt as though nothing could possibly harm me as long as he was nearby.  I don’t remember his face, or his clothes, or anything other than he had shortish hair (almost shaved, I think… or maybe just not noticeable) and those sparkly, shiny eyes.  He was very large – not outside the realm of what a really large man would be, but more like a linebacker or a sturdy basketball player.  He was very muscular and very tall.

At one point, someone in my dream told me to “stop falling in love with the doctors at the hospital” and I laughed and told them I wasn’t in love with the doctors.  In fact, at one point, Archangel Michael and I had a conversation about *my* Michael, and we talked about the fact that I was happily married.  I don’t remember the details, other than I told him rather plainly that I was married and happy, and he laughed at me.

Now, when I talk to my friend Karen about interpreting my dreams, she says that everyone in our dreams represents a part of ourselves.  BUT, in this case, I honestly believe that he was there.  As Karen would say, it might be a “yes, and” situation, so I will try to look at it objectively both ways.  But she also said to listen to my gut.  And my gut says that I don’t have that much love inside myself. 🙂

I think that as humans, we don’t really have a way to process or “feel” the love that God has for us, or the love that is in heaven.  I imagine it’s kind of like wearing goggles underwater – everything is distorted and doesn’t quite look right.  You come out, and you realize you haven’t been able to hear anything or smell anything, and even what you thought you could see is so much clearer and brighter than you thought it was the whole time you were underwater.  That’s how I imagine we will *FEEL* when we get to heaven. And every once in a while we get a little glimpse of it in our dreams…

When I started thinking about Archangel Michael once I was awake for a little while, I immediately thought that perhaps he was known for healing – I couldn’t remember, and the fact he was a “doctor” in my dream made me think that.  I did see in the Wikipedia post about Michael that he (among many other roles) does help the sick, though that’s not necessarily his primary role.  A better, more direct description came from Doreen Virtue’s website – Official Angel Therapy.  She describes Michael as being,

a “muscular, athletic archangel with intensely powerful facial expressions and body language.” Ok, so she doesn’t specifically say twinkly eyes, but they were there. 🙂

She says that one of his main roles is one of protection.  On her site, it says, “As the defender of all that is pure, Michael is the epitome of strength and valor. He intervenes miraculously to save lives and to protect our bodies, loved ones, vehicles, belongings, and reputations.”  Out of all of the emotions I felt upon waking, SAFE was the strongest.  I felt so safe, secure, and protected.  She says that he protects us against fear

“Archangel Michael is the supreme protector who guards against all effects of fear and fear-based energies. After all, this negative emotion is the driving force behind everything that’s unsavory in this world. Without fear, we have peace.” and in fact, she says in her opening paragraph that Michael’s primary role is “slaying the ego and fear.”

I believe that a big part of this journey (whatever it might be) is setting aside my ego, and opening my heart (and I suppose my unconscious self) to others, and making room for God and the larger Self  to be heard.  Maybe God called in the big guns to help get me there. 🙂

The only other female in the dream was the crazy bathroom car driver.  If that is my shadow self, clearly it could be my ego trying to pull me off track.  She tried to trick me with fake money, but what is weird is that the money was for her to start with.  She wanted some coins, but saw a greater opportunity to take advantage of the situation and get all of my money.  The fact that she was in a car and had me trapped – literally with my pants down! – MIGHT have been a peek at my inner control freak.

The men – the animus (animi??) whether we are just talking about my friend Ed, or whether we look at my angelic friends in this role – were trying to help me.  They were helping me get from one place to another.  They were helping me heal.  They were good. Why, then, did they want me to buy them bic lighters?  When I think of lighters, I think of lighting a candle, or maybe holding them up at a concert as a point of light in the dark.  Will they be my beacons?  Will they give me something to focus on?  Will they be that light that shines in the darkness?

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Johan Fredriksson [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

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