Good dreams

I guess I should start off by mentioning that the dream of millions of sane, rational Americans came true last week when it we found out, after a LONG, excruciating counting process, that Biden won the election. Thank GOD! People were literally rejoicing and partying in the streets in some cities, and countries around the world congratulated us. But the petulant man-baby in the White House has refused to admit defeat and launched a flurry of false allegations claiming massive voter fraud and that the election was “stolen” from him. And of course there is a contingent of his cult that fully believe every word he says and are rallying around him. Fortunately, it seems like they are greatly outnumbered by sane people – even many Trump supporters see the folly in it. But it is making for more drama – just like he likes it.

But that wasn’t the actual reason for this post, though it certainly is something big enough to warrant it. No, the reason for this post is a dream I had last night – a dream that has the characteristic of being the best dream I have ever had. I remember feeling completely overjoyed, fulfilled, full of wonder and excitement – it was a feeling I don’t know that I’ve ever experienced in real life. I guess the coin-incidence was pretty close, and then there was the lightning bolt in Gisela. But there was something about this – something more… I can’t even say what really.

In what I remember from the dream, I was walking down this sidewalk next to this rock outcropping or wall, and there were different places along it where different groups of stones were exposed. I remember a groping of blue green stones similar to the aventurine I have on my altar. There were also formations that resembled something close to the pattern of a waffle iron – solid pieces of clear or white crystal, and another one of citrine, with square shaped protrusions. They were really interesting. Then I saw this outcropping of rough citrine, and decided to see if I could get one to take with me. I jiggled it loose, and this big piece, a little bigger than the one I currently wear, came out. I felt kinda bad about taking it, so I thought maybe I should leave the one I have as kind of a trade. But for whatever reason, I felt like it was ok to take it, so I did.

Then things flashed forward. I was sitting in a room, seemed like one in a small metaphysical bookstore maybe, a cabin like setting, and there was a group of about 7-8 other people sitting around. Each of us had a basket with a number of stones and crystals in it. I assume that they were ones we had each gathered at the rock wall, and now we were all together in this room with our “treasures.” Something must have happened between the rock gathering and coming here, because some people were chatting excitedly, and asking me, “So how did you DO that?” I don’t remember what exactly I did, but I do remember feeling really, really energized and super joyous that they were asking me. I also remember that I couldn’t wait to tell them that I had no idea how I did it, whatever “it” was; that it just happened through me, that I was just the conduit. I remember thinking that I would tell them that I have loved rocks and crystals for a very long time, and maybe that had something to do with it.

Funny thing, I don’t remember what “it” was, what I actually did. A few of the people were really excited about it though. They weren’t going crazy, it wasn’t like a worship thing, more like a, “Wow, that was awesome – how did you do it?” And the feeling I had – it was truly indescribable; the closest I can think of is absolutely fulfillment – like all the years of my life I had spent praying, meditating, studying, seeking, dreaming – they were all worth it; the spiritual work was ALL worth it. It meant something, something real, and there were people who recognized it in me and admired me for it. And most importantly, I finally KNEW within myself. WOW. It was the best I have ever felt in a dream, just so cool.

The one thing that I kinda came up with – and I’m not sure if this is what really happened, or something I came up with after – was me standing in a pose like The Magician Tarot card, one hand pointing up, one down, holding what I can only describe as multi-crystal wands in each hand. I did a cool meditation on that after waking, and it was pretty powerful. I might even try to put one together.

I don’t know if this dream portends anything, but I can definitely say that it had a quality of feeling to it that I don’t remember ever experiencing before in my life. Could the fact that Trump got voted out have changed the energy flow in such a way as to allow more positive energy to flow again? Whether or a national, global, or personal scale? I’m not sure. But I know that I have purchased a couple of past life readings, and even a spiritual guidance one recently, and the overall prognosis was that I am on the right path, that I just need to be patient, and not “try so hard” – that great steps on the Path are before me, I just need to keep walking. And so I am. Dreams are coming true – both in dreams and in real life. Perhaps they are, or will be, one in the same soon. “Merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream.”