I sleep pretty erratically at the moment. A recent tragedy has me at odds with the dream world, and I am about to withdrawl my subscription. I fall asleep with peaceful intentions, and usually end up jarring myself awake as pain rips through my body and I struggle to keep from crying out to alert the family. In all honesty, I think I have hidden this from the family, but I do not know how long that is going to last.
I am a big believer in dreams pointing to the workings of the soul, and leading into visions, but I do not understand the newest string of them.
A few nights ago I went to sleep dreaming of an open field with wild flowers in abundance. There was the kind of breeze blowing that makes you want to lift your face up into it and close your eyes, while breathing deeply to take it all in. I could clearly see myself, and that is exactly what I did. I walked down a small slope, and up again to Mother Willow and placed my palm on her trunk and just looked around.
Off in the near distance stood a young man. He was simply looking at me. I lifted my free hand in acknowledgment of him, and he smiled and gave one short, almost unnoticeable nod, then faded away.
The next day I received an e-mail with a photograph attachment, and there, smiling at me from the computer screen was this young man.
A couple of nights ago, I was again in an open field but this time there was free grass growing. There were a few trees and bushes around, but nothing more. This time I wandered over to a lilac bush and sat at it's base. I reached over to touch the leaves, as the buds had all been spent, and looked to my left.
In the near distance, this time, there stood a young lady. I again raised my hand in greeting. She smiled, turned to her right, bent at the knees to pick a daisy where previously there was none, and faded away.
The dream woke me enough that I booted up the computer to check my mail. I had received another photograph, and this time of the young lady.
Last night I fell asleep dreaming of the ocean. I could feel the salt spray on my face, and taste it in the air. I walked up an outcrop of large rocks along the shore line and sat down. On the rocks were a few scattered shells that the tide must have left behind. As I sat there examining one of them I looked over to my right and there stood an old man. In my dream, I recalled that every time I had waved, the person faded away, so this time I smiled, and gestured the invite to sit.
He smiled and sat.
We both looked each other over and took all in. Then looked out to the ocean. In the ocean I could clearly see the inhabitants in abundance just below the surface. The air seemed to fill with all manner of winged animals swarming above our heads, and butterflies landed on the rocks all about us.
I looked at the man and he smiled and held out his arm, palm up and gently raised it, trailing his fingers as if conducting a great orchestra.
I have been struggling. There are aspects of my life that, at this moment, I question why they are occurring. In my dream, the answer came to me, unspoken, but voiced all the same in the song of an old man's incantation. We need all things to make life complete. All of the things that so many take for granted are essential to have a full and prosperous life, even if they are not ours to own.
It may be interesting to some that the people that met me both in the dreams and in the e-mails are NOT the people who sent the mail. Just bystanders as the photo was shot. Is there a possibility that there is something I can do for these people that I am missing? Or is it all another coincidence that will remain just an event that is connected, but with no meaning?
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