The Prodigal Son Meets Parkour

I was in an apartment, I am not really sure which. I knew that a secret society of sorts met there, but I didn’t really understand who they were or what they did. I knew that the people who came and went were very close – beyond ordinary friends. And I knew that I wanted to be a part of what they had.

At first, I thought that it involved selling makeup. There was fingernail polish, and I remember asking what I needed to do. I said that I could start wearing that kind of fingernail polish, and I started looking for both a dark, greenish color and a neutral beige color to wear. I also thought that I could start selling it. As I was looking at the fingernail polish, there was a guy sitting in a chair in the back. (It almost looked like a dental chair.) They were putting a mask or a body wrap of sorts on him, but it was clear that the process was making him high based on what he was saying and how he was acting. I thought to myself that I didn’t know if I wanted to do that.

As the dream progressed, I realized that this group was much more than I first thought. They use magic (?) to move around the city, and everything is a life-sized game of sorts. Each person has a list of challenges to complete, and you can work together to complete them.

I had been doing this for a little while, and Buster and I were back in the apartment. (Perhaps this was like a headquarters?) We heard a cat meowing incessantly, and so I went in the hall to see what it was. I thought it was either an intruder or a part of the game. A guy that had been gone for a while (but that I was very fond of) had returned and wanted to work on the next quest. I was excited, and so we went running through the halls. Everything moved very fast in this world. I tied Buster to a post in the stairwell, using a leash I found outside the door. He was surprisingly calm about all of this (and in fact, had been going along with me on the quests for some time.)

We were running through the streets, through buildings, etc. We reached another building in another part of town – it felt more rundown. There was a meeting with this whole group, and we were apparently in trouble. One guy that I was close to was getting admonished for not helping me finish my personal list of tasks, and I interrupted in the meeting and said that I was told not to finish them. The man in charge didn’t want to hear it. (I was very rude when I interrupted.) I then looked at the other man who was sitting next to me (he looked a little like Taylor from the Gilmore Girls) and even though I knew he was the one who told me not to finish them, I asked if he would help me do them now. He said of course he would. Then I accidentally did something that transported me back to the original apartment building, though I’m not sure what I did. It was very disrespectful for me to leave the meeting (and I didn’t mean to.) But I wasn’t sure how to get back to it. It also was frowned upon to work on tasks by yourself, so it wasn’t safe or a good idea to be on my own. I untied Buster and took him inside again, and then tried to teleport back to the building where the meeting was. I wasn’t sure how to use the technology, so when I arrived, I didn’t know where I was or where the building was. I did this a few times, but I was at risk for people seeing me, so I stopped. I decided I needed to go home, because my mom (?) would be worried about me.

I went back to the apartment building, but there was a terrible flood. I tried to teleport home from outside, but I received an error because there were other magical people too close. I went through the building to exit the other side, and the street was entirely flooded with water coming up the steps. Someone was standing there and told me to watch my step. I held the handrail and then walked down the steps, but before I reached the bottom, the whole stairwell collapsed  and detached from the building. It started floating down the street along with cars. I didn’t feel unsafe at all, and I somehow feel that magic was partially controlling this – that everything was still in control. I also believed that even though I’d been gone from home for an extended period of time (days? weeks?) I didn’t think my mom would be concerned now.

There was an older asian woman on the stairs with me (kind of like Lane’s mom on Gilmore Girls), and she said, “There are many Chinese triangles in the sky today.” I looked up and suddenly could see triangle patterns where there had been done before. I was amazed by this, and I took it as a very good sign.


Oddly enough, I feel as though this is more meaningful than just a fun dream. I googled Chinese triangle, and apparently, the Chinese “discovered” the triangle, although I don’t really understand that. I also googled “sacred geometry” triangle and clearly, this shape has significance, not the least of which is the Trinity: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Without over-analyzing the various parts, my gut tells me that this represents a glimpse into my tasks on earth, and the people I was so fond of are guides who are there to help me. In their world, things that would normally be stressful for me are simply “next tasks” for them and are perhaps great fun. The pace of time is different from my eyes to theirs, and time has no meaning for them (which is likely why my “mom” would not be worried and why I was unclear if I was gone days, weeks or months.) The meeting could indicate that I was somehow off track, and the team was being reprimanded (?) that feels like the wrong word. I got the distinct impression that my tasks could now change, but I wanted to get back on the same path as before and they were willing to help me do that. I don’t feel there was anger, just more stating of the facts.

In life – while I’m awake  – I’ve felt that the barrier between heaven and earth has been “thin” lately. I started feeling this way around my birthday (February 2017) and now.

I know my friend and dream mentor Karen would now want me to go back and analyze the various elements and look at the people and how they might represent parts of me.

  • The urban apartment: I’ve always liked living in the city. The fact that this is an apartment rather than a house would signify that this is a temporary stopping point. As a young adult, I never bought a house because I wasn’t sure that I’d be there long enough and I wanted the flexibility to pass through. This could represent a phase in my life, or even this temporary time on earth.
  • Fingernail polish/makeup: This is a clear reference to my persona. I’ve been thinking about nail polish lately because a) I’ve been biting my nails again and b) I was thinking how nice I look in the “goth” filters on snapchat with dark blue lipstick, eyeshadow, etc. I’ve even been wearing special mascara to make my eyelashes seem longer.  The first step was adjusting my persona to incorporate the elements of this group, and the second was helping others do so as well.
  • Wrap/Drugs/High: This was an interesting thing. I had watched a couple of videos of people putting on wraps and facials before bed. They weren’t particularly fun, though they said their skin felt nice after. I clearly felt an affinity for these people around me, and I wanted to be a part of their group. Yet I didn’t trust them with this experience? I think this was telling me that there are parts of the journey I won’t be comfortable with, but I have to trust God’s path and know that the outcome will be worth it.
  • Buster: This echoes the trust factor. Buster never trusts me and does not like change. The fact that he was willing and compliant to go without hesitation on these quests, or to remain tied to a stairwell, shows his trust of the process and of this group. Perhaps he’s a teacher in this dream.
  • Cat: I’m very allergic to cats, and so I never spend time with them. This cat was exceptionally loud, and was used to get my attention. Again, things I don’t like being used for good??
  • Prodigal Son: This term came to me as I was writing the analysis, and it fit perfectly. I don’t know why this person was gone, but I was so excited he was back. Perhaps this was Jesus? That doesn’t feel right (and I don’t think Jesus ever ‘leaves’.) In the story of the prodigal son, the son fritters away his money and leaves, and he returns hoping to work for his father as a servant. The father welcomes him back with open arms and celebrations. If this person is me, it could represent a part of me that’s been “lost” or again point to the fact that I’m “off track” but be reassurance that I’m able to get back on track without issue or repercussion.
  • Meeting leader: I never saw the meeting leader, so this could represent God.  But if this is a part of me, it’s the part of accountability.  It’s the part admonishing the distractions and trying to stay on task. I was very rude to this part of me (which is not like me – I generally would never be rude to anyone in authority, at least not intentionally.) I interrupted and left in the middle… I’m perhaps not listening to my inner voice? I know I need more quiet time. The cycle of work is not working for me.
  • “Taylor” – This is an interesting one. In my dream, he was the one who pulled me off track, but he’s also the one I turned to to get me back on track. (echoes of the forgiveness with the prodigal son?) I don’t like the character of Taylor in Gilmore Girls. I find him annoying and I usually don’t care for his story lines. However, I also can see myself in him – the part of me that dwells on detail and the control freak part of me.
  • Flood: What a powerful symbol! For me, this represents a new start, fresh start, clean slate. There is destruction but then rebuilding. This can also represent the forces of nature.
  • “Mrs. Kim”: This character in the Gilmore Girls is an interesting choice. She is extremely strict, but now that her daughter is growing up, she lets down her armor a little bit so you can see the love and the humanity behind the persona.  She wants what’s best for her daughter, and sometimes that means being tough on her. That’s perhaps my conscience – trying to do the right thing.
  • Chinese Triangles: The only personal references I have for “Chinese” is my good friend Marleen who I love dearly, and the Mrs. Kim connection, but they are not Chinese. I don’t have any personal feelings about the triangle, so this one is still a mystery to me.
  • Parkour: This word kept coming to me, as perhaps it’s the closest thing to represent the pace of activity in this dream. When I googled it, I found this definition in Wikipedia:

Parkour is a training discipline using movement that developed from military obstacle course training. Practitioners aim to get from one point to another in a complex environment, without assistive equipment and in the fastest and most efficient way possible. Parkour includes running, climbing, swinging, vaulting, jumping, rolling, quadrupedal movement, and other movements as deemed most suitable for the situation. Parkour’s development from military training gives it some aspects of a non-combative martial arts.

Parkour is an activity that can be practised alone or with others and is usually—but not exclusively—carried out in urban spaces. Parkour involves seeing one’s environment in a new way, and imagining the potential for navigating it by movement around, across, through, over and under its features.

This is so interesting, because although I’ve never looked up this definition before, this describes the movement in my dream to a tee. The movement didn’t LOOK like the Facebook videos I’ve seen of parkour, but this description is perfect. I’ve been blogged down by details, and I’ve been letting them slow me down (or, if this dream is any indication) pull me off track completely. I need to see my environment in a new way, and imagine the potential for navigating it my movement around, across, through, over and under its features.  Rather than feeling grouchy or overwhelmed, stalling and making excuses, I need to see this as the game it is. The game of life. I need to be creative and know that I have a host of the best people ever helping me behind the scenes. I need to keep moving forward, and the journey will be so worth it in the end. And I need to trust God.  

Making Room for the Next Phase

I was living in a “new” house although it felt like I had been there a while. The house was large, and I didn’t understand how much space it had. I was getting ready to clean it, and I discovered that in addition to the main house, there was an entirely new floor below (in the basement) that had a very long hallway with extra rooms. Many of them were bedrooms, and in fact some had multiple bunk beds. I remember thinking that I didn’t realize how much extra sleeping space we had. I felt overwhelmed at the idea of cleaning it all, but I closed off some of the rooms that I wasn’t going to need immediately, and then I started cleaning my own bedroom first. I was dusting a shelf, and there were items from my childhood that I didn’t really like. There were some very feminine, girly things like ceramic hearts with fake lace around the edge. I thought to myself that I didn’t need to keep those things, and that I needed to donate them or sell them.

Then the dream shifted (or maybe it was a second dream.) I was supposed to go to the young adult group at the church and talk to them about Servant Ministry projects. I was supposed to be there at a certain time. First, I was in a big area that resembled an airport but with lots of food places. I was looking for something to eat. It also felt a little like a college dorm cafeteria. I was planning to eat and then go to the meeting. I stopped Will and asked if it was ok if I turned it into a game. I was planning to do trivia like “How many people did we feed with Stop Hunger Now?” He said that was fine. But then I missed the event (maybe this is when I was cleaning??) Dylan came in and said that he and his dad had done it, and although he hadn’t wanted to go, he ended up winning the trivia.

Hoops

I dreamed we went to an Old Miss basketball game show and tell. The players were all demonstrating and I couldn’t tell if they were robots or real. Done had really huge muscles. After their demo, Ana and Ben were taking pictures and posing for photo ops. The coach, or whoever was in charge had to leave unexpectedly but said the events would be continued the next day. After we left I found Michael in the library in some sort of a meeting.

A whale of a time

I was on vacation with Michael and we were at a beach. I was playing some sort of game that involved whales in the water. After your whale reached a certain size, you had to move to intermediate waters. I had just leveled up my whale and was about to move out to the deeper water. Monica’s house was on the beach but no one was home. Then Michael, mom and dad and I went to dinner. We took a taxi to get there and back. I don’t remember dinner but as we left, he stopped at the counter to buy me gum but didn’t ask what kind I wanted. Everyone else took the stairs and got in the cab, but I was hurt and limping and had to take the wheelchair ramp. I got in the taxi and there was some problem with the change that Michael had received from the gum.

Cheering for the Home Life

We owned three houses- the one we live in, the one in Oxford and one in North Jackson. We got a call that we had to move our house because a river was being redirected. At first we thought they were talking about the one we lived in, but then realized it was the Jackson one. We went to look at it and decided we should probably just sell it but wanted to make sure it wasn’t fraud to sell when we knew about having to move it.

Then the scene changed and I was watching a school event in a gym. I told the kids I had never been in that gym before. It was a musical showcase where cheerleaders performed, dance team and show choir. When they were done we went to a hotel to get massages but there weren’t enough tables so while everyone else was getting a massage I suggested we play a game. I had a game out and was struggling to get all the pieces sorted out and the board unfolded. Someone yelled because I was too loud and disturbing the other massages. Then someone’s father came and brought tripoly. It was the old style game with the deep buckets for chips and I asked him where he got it. The coins and chips started falling everywhere. Then we went outside and watched the cheerleaders perform again but the other groups didn’t perform. Everyone left then and I went inside a house where a girl I knew from school lived with her fiancé (Kacee). She was picking up after a wedding shower so I helped clean up. Her husband was going to make them not live in the house until after the wedding and she was mad about that. I was setting pillows on the couch and telling her fiancée he should buy Musee bath fizees to smell good. There was a loaf of banana bread that was mine and I was really worried about getting it back to take home.

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

Marco Polo

I had gone to the church during the week one morning.  I went inside and sat down, and Ben and Will were both there, along with some three sided boards that were talking about how to overcome obstacles.  Ben slipped and fell.  He got up, but Will helped him out to make sure, and he told us to look at the boards.  I realized just then that the entire church had been flipped backwards, so the “front” with the altar and cross were now in the “back”.  Even the kneeling rail had been moved and the pews were facing the wrong way.

I looked more closely on the boards, and one of them was talking about fear of cemeteries. Becky was there and said I needed to read that one, and we laughed.  There were three possible solutions for each obstacle/fear, and one was always silly.  For example, the first option for how to deal with a  fear of cemeteries was to scream shrilly.  Unfortunately, I don’t remember what the other two were.

We went outside then and Ben and Will had rejoined us.  We were walking around outside, and I noticed ground had been churned up.  It wasn’t clear why, and I thought to myself that people might think it was new graves being dug, or they might think that we were already breaking ground on the new church.  Either way though, I didn’t like that it had been dug up.

We continued to walk around, and I was walking with Ben.  We linked arms, and suddenly we heard a child’s voice call out “Marco!” and Ben replied “Polo!” and a huge group of kids who had been playing on the playground started running over to try to find us.  I whispered to Ben, “What kind of a service is this?  Is this church, or Sunday school?”  I had my eyes open, and then realized that perhaps that was making it too easy to avoid being caught by the kids, and I couldn’t remember if all players were supposed to have their eyes closed, or just the ones calling “Marco”.  The children didn’t call Marco a second time – they were only catching people based on other noises – the sound of footsteps, laughter, or  other noises.