I shared physical sleep space with my mother last night. She was already out when I got home from work, and I drifted off next to her after praying and surrounding us with an orb of white light.
I immediately found her on the dreamplane. I was lucid right away, conscious of how easy it had been to locate her.
She was wearing a lime green sari that was embroidered in gold. I kept telling her how beautiful she looked, and she was shy about the compliments. We were dancing barefoot in a field, just me and her, twirling in circles. I was holding both of her hands, and telling her that it was all going to be okay, reassuring her with smiles and brief messages about safety.
I woke up and she was tossing and turning.
Fell back asleep and entered one of the most magical realms I've ever visited. All my favourite things... rotating bookcases leading into secret rooms. I was pulling huge books off of the shelves, and opening them to find them hollow in their centres, and filled with fascinating treasures of all types. I was rolling objects in the palm of my hand, trying to figure out if they were simply trinkets or had some useful purpose.
I began attaching all the little objects together and was beginning to form this giant machine which I had in my head as being an air balloon. It looked nothing like one though. When I had finished throwing all the pieces together, I got excited and went to find my mom to show her. She was suddenly right beside me, and really happy, clapping her hands with a huge smile. Her eyes looked so pretty and clear, icy green and crystalline.
I woke up to my mom telling me that she was about to catch the bus to go back to Langley, and I never had the chance to tell her about my dreams.
Things with my parents are hella weird right now. I sort of have no idea what to say to either of them as they go through their divorce after 35 years. Transition times have always been a bit overwhelming for me.
I definitely felt like I was able to communicate better on the dream plane than on this one, finding most of our conversations to be stilted on my part.
Also, I really need to continue working on my listening skills right now. I tuned out during an important conversation yesterday, and needless to say, today's repercussions have taught a worthwhile lesson.
Dear God: Thank you for my dreams, and for the messages I receive within them.
Thank you for keeping me alive to share them.
I am grateful.
Your soldier of light,