Dreams

I was awoken in the middle of the night by my oldest who had a bad dream. I walked her back to bed and fell asleep beside her, whereupon I had a series of vivid dreams. First I watched a recorded talk given by Carl Jung and it was so good. I commented that it was one of the best talks I had ever heard.

Then, I met Jerry Seinfeld. A guy and I were doing some kind of mentorship with him. I was in school or college (as I so often am, in my dreams). Jerry was involved in some long legal process of appeals but getting close to some victory. The tricky thing was shutting his car door as it did not shut like most cars do, but used more of a sliding mechanism.

Then, I was seated at a table with a group of women and they were discussing Jerry with tears in their eyes saying he had given so much and he was such a kind person. They said he was actually the reincarnation of Ghandi, who suddenly appeared at the table. Then one of the women looked right at me and said, “I don’t think you’re supposed to work in mental health; I think you are supposed to be a healer.”

As soon as she said this the air above me felt different; charged. There was a bit of a dimming and yet a brightness. I felt I went into an altered state. She motioned to get the attention of the other women to show them what was happening. She said, “Look! Look at this. Look at what is happening.”

When lunch was finished and we got up from the table I spoke more to the woman and told her when she mentioned me becoming a healer, I felt a powerful energy and I was in altered state. She told me to find a training course with a lineage from a shaman. I said, “Who will I help if I do this? People can’t come to me with their colds. It’s not like I’ll be a general practitioner or a foot doctor.” She said people with specific needs would come to me.

Some real-life background:

It’s been an interesting weekend.

Had a feeling of a “heavenly morning” on Saturday. The weather was almost surreally beautiful with a hint of fall in the air and I was flashed a peace sign by someone in a situation where people are often impatient and angry, and more inclined to flick someone off.

Even the cina-broom I forgot to grab while shopping at Publix, I suddenly remembered at checkout and almost just let it go, but something told me to ask where I could get one, were they close by? And the checkout lady pulled one from behind the counter and said, “I’ve got one right here; a previous customer changed their mind about getting it.”

I also received a very nice compliment on my lemon dress in the grocery store. It was just a beautiful morning where everything seemed to be going my way.

That is, up until a “nosy neighbor” told me I could not put up my open house sign per HOA rules. In the end, it didn’t matter as I had a busy open house. The afternoon took an unexpected turn as well, though.

We had planned for our youngest to be baptized on Sunday. The Priest? Preacher? at the Episcopalian church downtown we have been sporadically attending offered to baptize her and we accepted. Only, she started spiking high fevers Saturday afternoon. High 101 and then woke up in the night with a 102 temp.

We stayed home to protect others from germs and to let her rest but she was acting totally fine the next day. She required no medication until the evening when her fever got to be about 100 and she was acting a bit strangely like she does when she has a fever.

This evening, my older daughter asked a question about heaven (for which I didn’t have the answer) and the youngest just started chatting away about heaven. She said it is a place that is all white and the angels/fairies come to get you and fly you to houses or a house where they heal you. And then they send you back to life as something or someone else.

She’s been talking about reincarnation since she was very young. I don’t believe she got that from me. It’s not that I don’t find it plausible, it’s just not something I usually discuss with my children. But when she asks me if we come back and if we are children again after we are old, I tell her that I don’t know, it’s a mysterious universe; maybe we do if God wants us to.