I dreamed I was going to the doctor but was late. There was a confusing parking garage- I don’t remember the circumstances behind it. Then I was in the hallway and Donald Trump was there. He was somehow helping the doctor. A young man walked by and said he needed more protein so my doctor told him to eat more junior bacon cheeswburgers from Wendy’s.
I had two similar dreams that I will lump together here. The first, I was pregnant but it was with a fish… Meaning the baby was a fish. I don’t remember the details but I woke up in the night and remembered this.
In the second dream, I was pregnant with an actual baby. I was in a house that was either a resort or some sort of group home. There were lots of people staying there and j considered them friends although I didn’t know everyone. I had found out I was pregnant and there was a doctor there who was taking care of me. I was happy that a) Michael would be a dad again b) I would get to experience the baby years and c) that dads name would live on (I was going to name the baby Ellis or Ellison Barker!) there was another woman there who had a crush on me that was also pregnant at the same time but she lost the baby. Everything was going fine for me though. The doctor said we were going to start going out to dinner once a week.
Then i was at a banquet. I had nibbled on a few foods but it was pretty strange food. On one table there was a huge roast but it had a layer of white on it. I asked what it was and they said it was bone- somehow the bone and everything had been cooked so it was edible. I tried a bite of the meat part and the normal looking roast looked good. I went looking for it but found ham instead. Eventually I found some. I also picked up (on a small plate) what appeared to be roasted strips of pumpkin. I noticed the plates because most of them were too big but I grabbed this one off the salad bar. None of the plates matched.
I had gone to some sort of conference and was staying in a hotel with Michael. It had a really large bathroom so he could take a bath and I could take a shower and we wouldn’t see each other. We had been at a parade just before going back to the hotel. It might have been a gay pride parade, the only thing I remember was there were individuals riding in cups of dippin dots, and I realized that you could rent them and be in the parade. As it was getting over, a man on a horse came over and I tried to pet the horse. A man came back to the hotel with us and offered to do a dream Interptetaion reading for me, so I tried writing my number On a business card but the marker smeared. Instead I wrote my number on a piece of paper and kept his business card.
I was having some sort of indigestion or heart burn and dad had told me to go to a doctor. I went- it was in the hotel- and I filled out the paperwork. But then I had to wait because either Alex or Dylan was filling out a job application. They were asking the interviewer questions about being on Canada and writing down her answers. It seemed like they were filling it out wrong but I couldn’t interrupt them. By the time they were done, I had decided to wait and go to Dr. Chen. Then I went to meet Austin to buy tickets to an event, but we were having trouble getting them. I went up to the room and he was supposed to be right behind me. When I got there, he wasn’t there yet but Heather was. She had a thick dark mustache and beard- it was strange. She was really upset and I was trying to calm her down. She was looking for a job where she could take her four kids to work with her. I suggested a daycare. Once she left I went to find Austin. I got on the elevator and rode to the 5th floor and there was a big party with food and drinks. I got back on the elevator and Austin was slumped on the floor drunk. I got him back to the room and he kept trying to leave because there was a lady taking over his Twitter and he was upset.
Somewhere in the dream, Alex was in the woods turkey hunting .
If Sunday night’s dream was all about Archangel Michael slaying the ego, Monday night’s dream was the ego coming back and feeling slayed. It was not a great night. All night long I was sick, or dead. My ego was not having a great night.
At one point I had woken up and jotted down the following note:
I don’t remember the dream, but I think that I *was* the decomposing body, which is disturbing on so many levels. Although I often dream about dead bodies, there is only one other time I can recall where I was the dead body.
My next note said:
All night I dreamed that I either had cancer, or was in a dead body, or was struggling. Very tired when I woke up.
The most recent dream that I had, I had cancer and went into this big doctor’s office on Sunday to take my first pill. It was a huge doctor’s office in downtown Atlanta. I wondered why I had to go to the doctor to take a pill, but someone said they had to “stamp” the pill. Then I had to go to Walmart to get my ongoing medicines. They called them “LS” medicines. You had to stand in line in the main aisle (standing perpendicular to the checkout lanes.) You then picked the medicines up at a separate place (kind of like a jewelry counter at Walmart today.) I was very cold, and a large black lady in a tank top tried to hug me and warm me up, but she was just as cold as I was. I laughed and said she was making me colder! There was another large black man in line in front of her, and I thought that he might be warmer, but I never found out. People were trying to help me get to the right spot in the line. Another worker was walking over from one of the checkout lines with a bag of medicines and said that “so and so” had called ahead and would be picking up their LS medicine and that it was ready.
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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I dreamed I was pregnant, and because I was over 40, I had to go in every two weeks for an appointment. I scheduled it for Tuesday at 2:00, and then I asked if I could keep that slot. I was annoyed because I had to call them to schedule it, and I felt that if it was that important, they should have called me to arrange the appointment.
I had gone to the doctor to get test results. There, a nurse showed me a picture, and I had white dots inside. In my dream, they were on my uterus (impossible, since I had a hysterectomy in real life.) Instead of a round sphere, the surface was covered by indentations – much like the skin of an orange, except each indentation was larger and white. There was no pain.
I asked if I should be concerned, and she said yes – she was surprised the doctor hadn’t talked to me yet. I was worried they would eat through and become holes instead of dents.
I never got to talk to the doctor. Then I was in Dr. Chen’s office, but it was on a busier street (it’s how I imagine a New York street in a neighborhood.) I was in the waiting room with Michael, and decided not to go. I looked out the big glass window, and saw a school bus with the #7 on it. That was my bus, although I couldn’t remember the name of the school. I ran out, and at first, the bus started to pull away. Then they heard me knocking and backed up. The bus driver (female) asked, “Why are you on my bus?” and I said I was always a car rider. I tried to walk to the back, and most seats had a person in them.
A bully (male) wouldn’t let me pass, so I said, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to sit with you.” I went back toward the front and sat in an empty seat. Behind me was a girl sitting by herself in an aisle seat so no one could sit with her. The bully came up and grabbed my planner, and started ripping it apart. I was screaming and crying; then I bit his side hard until he let go. My planner had my dreams written in it as well as dates. No real damage was done, though the pages were starting to come out of their binding. I was mad and upset because the bus driver just watched and didn’t intervene.