I was working at EarthLink, but it was a different building that I had never been in before. I came up a very fast elevator and exited into a mall. There was a big arcade on the corner. I went into work, but then when it was time to leave, I couldn’t remember what floor I had parked on. There were 17 floors to choose from. I was standing at the elevator bank, and there was another girl with me. A different elevator stopped for us, and she started to say, “I’ll wait for the other one” but then changed her mind. We got in, and I decided to try the 6th floor. When I got in, I found out why she didn’t want to be on that one. It was much slower, and inside it had colorful fabric making it look like a tent. The fabric kept flapping around. When I got out on the 6th floor, it was the correct floor. I realized that time that there were two arcades, not one. As I walked through, I thought about what a good time the kids would have there. It wasn’t as big as Dave and Busters but there were lots of fun games from their childhoods. There was a guy that was blocking my aisle working at one of them – he was shouting something about games or tokens to the people who were around playing, and he was wearing a hat with antennas on it. (Like those springy kind on headbands that have hearts or shamrocks or whatever on them.) Once I passed the arcades, I looked around and there were lots of restaurants around too. I thought to myself that I would have loved working there when I lived in Atlanta and could have gone to the mall regularly. I got disoriented and couldn’t find the parking, but then I walked past a fountain and saw there were doors out into the parking garage. They had labels, and one was labelled EarthLink so I went through that door. I was walking around clicking the key fob on my rental car. Eventually I saw it to the far right side. It was covered in snow. I said, “How did it get covered in snow inside in the garage when it didn’t snow?” The people around laughed at me and said that it came from the roof, and I said, “Oh, that’s how I got such a good spot – everyone else knew about that!” They laughed at me. There was a young man cleaning it off very fast. It was done by the time I got there, and so I gave him $5. He had taken a lot of small items he’d found and set them out, but then they weren’t mine, so we set them in a basket to the side. Then I couldn’t find my keys and I thought he had taken them, but then I saw them where I sat them, so I tried to play it off like perhaps I had put them in the basket.
I was in school of some sort, but it was not high school or college. It seemed like some sort of adult learning. There was a dorm and a cafeteria. I was getting soda and lunch and I had a really old dollar bill – it was very soft and faded. I was trying to plan my next schedule.
There was some sort of mystery – we went to a vet’s office but they wouldn’t let me look around. They invited Ben back, and he figured out the password. Then he was looking at a picture and realized there was a shoe hidden in a crevice in the photo. Someone had a dream and told him about it, and then he saw the picture.
I was supposed to give a talk at work. A bunch of agents were scheduled to be off the phones for this talk. I knew the content, but I had to wear a microphone and I kept passing out. I would start, and then suddenly black out and not remember anything. Finally, in the last attempt, I started and then Michael did the middle section (although he skipped a lot) then I finished. Afterward, we went to the cafeteria, and Dylan and Leslie were at a table selling pink rice krispy treats. I bought one because it was for a good cause, but it was $4! I was expecting it to be $1.
Last night, my dreams were filled with various forms of geocaching. It started with a very extreme geocaching – we were in a school of some sort. It was dark, and there was security trying to keep us out. I took off my shoes so I could move around more quietly. I don’t remember finding the geocache but I also don’t think the security guard caught me.
Then we were out in the ocean, and someone in a wet suit climbed up on a giant ladder (like a fire ladder). They planted the geocache up high. I was looking around to try to tell any identifying surroundings. Again, it was dark, but I could see trees along the outside, and several dark buildings.
Then I went to Elizabeth’s house, and she was doing it online as part of a game. There were two games – one was star wars related, and you collected different types of gems. They would combine and make better gems, spinning and making unique sounds. I thought that was too complicated. Then we started talking about the online geocaching game. Parts of it were on the computer and parts of it were live. Her oldest stepson came in for a little while but didn’t stay. Then her youngest daughter Sophia came in. I tried to talk to her but she was pretty shy. I told her that I thought that the game was hard. Elizabeth showed me some tips and tricks. She played with a different circle of people.
Then I went to a party where everyone was playing. The only person that I knew there that I saw was my old high school boyfriend David. I was sitting down with him in the same chair, and he was helping me. There were people milling around and they would occasionally chime in with answers or feedback. At one point, a girl (woman?) said that I needed to introduce them to Hannah and Dylan because they could in turn introduce them to an advance group. (They called the group by name.) I realized I didn’t remember their online names. I struggled to try to figure out how to introduce the two separate groups of gamers. A young man walked by and introduced himself as a leader (would have been called a ‘wizard’ back in the days of mucks.) He said he was known by several names, and one of them had “no” in it. Then I found a cache with money and a gift card in it. Someone said that it was replenished regularly to give new players hope. I was in the process of trying to log everything and count the money when I woke up.
A few initial thoughts on this one. The first part of the dream in the school – I think that I’m still trying to work through what people think of me. Taking off my shoes was me changing my persona to try to “hide” this part of myself. When I did that, while I didn’t get caught, I also did not find the prize.
A ladder is meant to represent getting nearer to God (much like Jacob’s ladder.) This part was pretty clear that there is a big prize if I’m brave enough to brave the rough waters and the dark.
Then it transitioned from school to work, and Elizabeth was trying to help me, but it was in a “family” environment.
Karen told me that parties represent the “heavenly” party – a way to get closer to God, and this part of the dream was about making connections. I found the biggest prize yet, and there were people all around me trying to help me.
I think this whole thing points back to embracing this new, more spiritual part of my life and know that there are people all over who relate. The prize will be great.
The first dream that I remember, Michael and the kids and I were all on a trip. We were either in Mexico, or perhaps Honduras. We were in a hotel room packing up to go home, and someone knocked on the door. It was three young boys. They had a baby elephant with them, and they gave me a handful of American money (A ten and some ones.) I asked what this was, and they said it was a gift. I thanked them, and I said I would come up with a good way to pass it along. The main boy gave me a pamphlet, and said his name was Miguel. A little while later, they came back, and gave even more money. I was really disturbed and I didn’t want to take the money from them. At some point, I looked at the pamphlet and it told the story about the elephant and what they were doing, but I can’t remember the story now.
Across the street from the hotel, there was a big community center. It was designed for teens, and had roller skating, bowling, and all sorts of other things. You had to be 16 to go on your own, because I was telling someone that this was the first year that Alex and Dylan could go without us.
When we left from our trip, Austin went on his own trip to Mexico-he had booked everything himself. We told Dad about it, and Michael said that if he was going to do this often, we should buy a timeshare. Dad said we didn’t need that.
Once I had gotten home from the trip, and went straight to set up for the baby shower. We had 3 hours to get ready, but there were people already sitting at tables as we were setting up (guests!) There were 12 tables set up rather than the 8 I had planned for, and I was stressed about not having enough decorations. But then someone else had brought some of the same wooden cutouts as I had. Also, I had large stencils and “snow” for windows to put umbrellas (I guess because it’s a baby “shower”?) on one of the tables, they had set up a grand piano on the table as a centerpiece. It was just beautiful, with multiple layers of table clothes. Even on the regular tables, there were lacy tablecloths and they were looking very pretty. I realized that I hadn’t done anything I had committed to do – there were no flowers, I hadn’t located the vases, I hadn’t printed the stickers and signs for the games, and I hadn’t made the food I had agreed to make! I was in a panic and said that I needed to leave to go to the store. I asked Tell if she needed anything else, and she gave me this list:
- Tampons and Maxipads
- Hats (for this guy who was creating a photo booth for the shower)
(Plus of course, I needed the flowers, stickers, sign, and ingredients for the food!) I was in such a hurry to leave that one shoe fell off. I woke up in a panic!
There were a good number of things that made it into my dream from real life this time:
- The baby elephant: I saw a Facebook video about a newborn elephant just before I went to sleep
- The baby shower for Sarah in real life is tomorrow, and yes – it’s true, I haven’t yet done anything I need to for it 🙂
The “rest” of the story…. that same day shortly after , I saw THIS ELEPHANT POST from Dee – Archangel Oracle. I had assumed that the elephant was in my dream because I had seen the article on Facebook, but as my friend Karen would say, YES, AND….
Perhaps this also pointed to the gift described in this card. The fact that the young boys with the elephant were giving me a gift (and the fact that I titled my post “The gift of the magi”)… it also points to this gift of caring for one another, of family, of supporting and loving one another, and of gratitude for those gifts.
My dreams this morning ran together, so I’m not sure where one stopped and the next started. My apologies for a bit of a ramble!
It started with some sort of a ghost story at the Chapel. I wrote down:
Stupid fake ghost story.
Broke the Internet. Had to take down.
Then, it became a work dream. I was trying to figure out a problem, and suddenly I was in a plane flying. I think I was the pilot. I was flying higher and higher, and was among clouds, then suddenly I broke through and I was high – flying fast – and I could see all the stars. They were big, and bright and beautiful! They were normal stars (not like the stars in my “first” dream) but they were breathtaking, nonetheless. I can’t really read my writing at the bottom of the page – something about seeing the stars, or perhaps see 13 stars??? The flying was amazing though.
Then later, I was at work, and Elizabeth called me. She asked, “How much do you think it costs to fly the plane?” I didn’t know, and she said it costs $11,000, and I had to find a way to pay her back for flying it. I thought to myself that it was very much worth the $11K. About that time, I was paid an $8,000 bonus, and then Scott W. nominated me for an award that was going to pay $2,000. So I thought to myself, “That’s not too bad – I only have to come up with $1,000.”
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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