I remembered a dream from last night that seems important, so I thought I would get it down before it slipped my mind. I think the whole dream took place in and around the house that is me. It was kind of in F-burg, kind of where I graduated from high school, but mostly here on this hill I love so much.
There were people everywhere, inside and out. There were people from many parts of my life.
Someone from high school who had a long enduring crush on me (remember him from church?) was there coaching baseball. B#1 was on the team. The coach was very concerned that the players use special safety glasses.
I have a friend from where I used to live whose kids were about the same age as mine, and who lost a lot of weight. She was there wrapping her thighs in something to make them smooth and showing me how much weight she lost. I mentioned that I have lost a lot of weight, and no one has noticed.
A psychologist showed up to work with many of us in the group.
I remember feeling like I was being pushed out. Like I have always been the one to coach, to listen, to be there for every little thing. Now suddenly I wasn't needed, I was necessary, I was being replaced by others who can do better. Oh yeah, I believe the baseball coach is a psychiatrist in waking life! There's a theme. My friend who lost all her weight earned a degree in counseling afterwards - in waking life!
But then the psychologist talked to me. She said that once, a few years before, she and her son rented this house for a vacation. When they stayed there the place was haunted by something awful, and they were plagued by nightmares. Now the place was open and light and friendly. She asked how I had dehaunted the place, and as I woke up, I said, "Oh, I know. I can explain it to you..."
I woke up still caught in the dreamworld and thought - "You do it by shining Light anywhere anything could possibly hide
Oh, and my neighbor is psychic, and she just gave me a message. (This is in waking life, not part of a dream...) The message: Don't worry.
Love you!!!
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