I honestly think these were just regular dreams, but I’ll write them down anyway since it was a Neil/Christy dream. (Patrick often shows up in my dreams as Neil).
Dream #1
I was dreaming about the Christy series, only this was a new one with the same actors. It was a “darker” Christy tv series; and one I’ve dreamt about a few times before. The scenery in this series/these dreams is always very wooded. In this dream - just like always – Dr. MacNeill was his usual bear self, only he really cared for Christy and was protecting her without her knowing it.
In this dream he was inside some dark, candlelit cabin with Christy and some old couple. He told Christy to go someplace to get something for him; something to help with his doctoring. After she left, Neil immediately laid down in the bed and allowed the old lady to spoon feed him a bowl of broth. It was then that I understood he had completely hidden from Christy the fact that he was dying.
Dream #2
I was combing my wet hair in the bathroom mirror at our old house when my brother stood behind me. He was a young boy again; around 8 or 9 years old I guess. He told me, “He loves you.” When I asked “Who?” he told me – “You are him.” I immediately understood what that meant. That Patrick really is my twin. In this dream I immediately hugged my little brother, telling him with the biggest smile that I'll love him forever for telling me this.
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The other day I was feeling a little down...
When trying to fall asleep that night, I had a picture of two rabbits inside my head. They were side-by-side nibbling on a cabbage. They were white with light tan (almost gray) spots near their necks. Since it popped into my head like that, maybe that was Patrick’s way of trying to cheer me up. (B/c in my past life with him I loved bunnies).
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Sunrise Dream
Not sure this is anything, but in part of my dream last night I saw purple flowers again. Also, some medium lady in my dream said that Patrick told her that “Dawn is sad.” (Dawn, as in sunrise).
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MARGARET, again!!!
October 10, 2007
I have no idea what this dream is trying to tell me. I’m typing it up though because – once again – a “Margaret” was involved. WHAT is the deal with that name?! Who the heck is Margaret?! (I really believe “Margaret” is/was related to Patrick somehow. She shows up in a lot of my dreams with him).
But here’s my dream from last night:
There’s a big gathering at some house and the burners on the stove keep turning on by themselves full blast. I mean, just out of nowhere they turn on. I’m always the one that notices them turned on, and then I turn them off. When everyone is leaving the party, a lot of us are standing inside some room like a foyer. I finally let it known that this house is haunted. One of the men there tells me I should ignore it b/c it could be evil. But I disagree with him. I’m frightened, but at the same time I tell him how I know from experience that that isn’t always the case. Some spirits do have good intentions and are in no way evil.
The house is pitch black inside now, as everyone was leaving. I decided to go inside by myself to make certain that blasted stove hadn’t been turned on yet again. I walk inside the house – which is completely cast in darkness now – and see that the stove is turned on again. I’m frightened at the thought of going in there all by myself to turn it off, but I have no choice. I didn’t want the house to burn down or for people to get hurt or worse. After my first step away from the door and toward the stove, the belt of my robe is pulled by an invisible force; the ghost. The end of it wraps around the doorknob, preventing me from walking toward the stove to turn the burners off for the millionth time.
Next thing I recall it’s still nighttime but I’m at this house again. Some kids are trying to fall asleep in the main room. Two boys – whom I think are the same age – and a young girl. Oddly enough, the girl is Julianne. (Julie is my cousin). Only, in this dream my cousin is much younger. (She’s in her early 20’s in real life). But what’s weird is that in that ‘staring into my soul’ dream with Patrick a while back, Julie was in that one as well. She was also younger in that dream than she really is in real life.
Anyway, the kids are trying to go to sleep but there’s construction going on outside the house. There’s a lot of hammering going on outside, but when a hailstorm hits the crew immediately leaves.
It’s finally quiet, and the little girl tells me she has a bad headache. She said she took something for it earlier, but that it’s still there. I feel her forehead and she’s burning up and sweating like crazy. It really frightened me, and I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her, so I go to my mother in the next room. She’s just curled up on the bed with dad. They’re not speaking. Just lying there. I tell Mom about Julie, and she gets up and gives her some baby aspirin or something. I was really worried about the little girl. I was terrified that this fever she had was going to kill her. When I go back to Mom’s room, there’s something like a fire pit/stove in there. Once again, I notice that the burners are turned on. A little annoyed, I turn them off.
Next, we’re all in the main room again. I realize the smoke alarm is glowing red and is about to go off. I tell dad, so he takes out the batteries before the house alarm sounds off. Again, that damn stove’s burners are lit. Then everything goes CRAZY. CD’s, etc. literally flying off the shelves. The two boys from earlier are with us, and I don’t want them to be scared or hurt so I try to shield them from all the flying objects and remain calm so they won’t panic. But… I think they were sort of enjoying it all. They weren’t frightened of this ghost at all. Since things are soooo very much out of control now, I tell this lady ghost – out loud – that I’m impressed by how strong her powers are now but that she needed to leave us in peace. I told her not to worry because she won’t be forgotten and that I will share her story with people. After I said that, all the commotion came to a perfect standstill.
Somewhere in this dream it’s daytime now and Julie is being put into a car seat. She’s even younger now I think, and her mother (or whoever it was) is the one putting her in the car. The woman doesn’t speak to us. Watching her, I know that they’ll be driving to our house because Julie was going to stay with us. I guessed that I wouldn’t be riding in the car with them to our house because there wasn’t enough room. (Not sure though, as it was only two people in that car).
Now comes the end of the dream, which is just weird. Some man comes up to me. He’s wearing slacks, a dress shirt and I think a tie. He tells me he’s going to introduce the ghost to me now. He literally says – and don’t laugh – “Quasimodo.” I look down and there’s a little person there. She’s trying not to look at me. I was shocked that all that time my fright over this ghost was really nothing but this non-threatening dwarf-like lady. She acted ashamed of what she did.
Somewhere in this dream I was also watching someone graduating. I was watching them from a distance. Behind a couple of very little trees I think. An airplane was flying overhead, too, I think.
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Dream Dictionary –
Stove -
To see a stove in your dream suggests a developing awareness.
Fire -
Depending on the context of your dream, to see fire in your dream can symbolize destruction, passion, desire, illumination, transformation, enlightenment, or anger. It may suggest that something old is passing and something new is entering your life. Your thoughts and views are changing. In particular, if the fire is under control or contained in one area, it is a metaphor of your own internal fire and inner transformation. It also represents your drive and motivation.
Hail -
To hear hail beating down on your roof, indicates that you are going through a period of difficult times.
Midget -
To see a midget in your dream, suggests that you are feeling small and insignificant. Do you feel helpless in some situation or have a deflated sense of self-worth?
Graduation -
To dream that you are at a graduation, represents your achievements and a successful transition to a higher level of ability. You are ready to move forward with your accomplishments and do more important things.
Airplane -
To see an airplane in your dream indicates that you will overcome your obstacles and rise above to a new level of prominence and status. You may experience a higher consciousness, new-found freedom and greater awareness.
Note: I’m wondering if me turning off the stove CONSTANTLY represented me turning off the beginnings of my abilities with communicating with The Other Side?
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Books and Roses
September 12, 2007
(This is just one snippet from a very long dream)
I was given red roses by a man. I barely knew him, but I think
we had just started dating? He sent me (not in person) red roses, and I think some books? I remember seeing tarot cards as well.
The books he sent really surprised me because I remember thinking to myself how very much this stranger knows my tastes. He sent titles like Shakespeare, and I think a couple of travel books? (Just had the thought that Elaine in my story is fond of Shakespeare. Emily is, too. Myself in my waking life... not into Shakespeare).
Dream Dictionary –
To see roses blooming in your dream, signifies faithfulness in love and the arrival of a much joyous occasion. Roses also symbolize love, passion, femininity, and romance, particularly if they are red roses.
To see books in your dream, indicates calmness. You will advance toward your goals at a slow and steady pace. Books also symbolize knowledge, intellect, information and wisdom. Consider the type of book. It may represent a significant calling into a specific field of work.
To dream of a tarot reading, indicates your current situation
and state of mind. You are open to exploring your unconscious thoughts and feelings. Pay attention to what the Tarot Cards revealed.
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Dream about a Spirit
I was in my bed, and there at the end of the bed is a male spirit sort of hovering. (Indian style, I think). He had short black hair and there was an aura with VIVID COLORS surrounding him. Gold, orange, red, etc. Very vivid and bright. Incredibly vivid. In this dream he kept asking me if I loved him. But the entire time, when I answered that – “Yes, I love you. You know that” – I knew the whole time that I was basically humoring him; saying that just so that he would leave. He kept asking me – over and over again – if I really loved him. It was bordering on pestering even.
This spirit was definitely not Patrick.
Not because of the black hair, but b/c when Patrick comes to me in my dreams (even in disguise) the EMOTIONS coming from both sides are equal and very strong, and in this dream my feelings vs this spirit’s feelings were in no way equal. Also, Patrick never speaks in my dreams. He communicates more telepathically. And besides.... these days I pretty much instantly recognize Patrick in a dream. His energy and our feelings are always the same.
I didn’t receive a guardian angel/spirit guide vibe with this spirit either. (They wouldn't ask a question like that anyway). I don’t know if this dream was a visitation, a nothing dream, or a dream echoing something in my waking life. I have absolutely no idea. It was just strange. I mean, I’ve dreamt about spirits before, but this was different. Very out of the ordinary. I really didn't receive a very good vibe with this dream. Not horrible, but annoying.
Update - Found this in a dream dictionary:
To see an aura around you or someone else, suggests that some important information is being relayed to you in the dream and you need to pay close attention to the message. You need to draw on this energy for strength.
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Two Lady Spirits
This dream was really silly. I was at my grandma's old house I think, and it was haunted by two elderly lady spirits. They were Victorian I think, and very sweet and funny. They were even considerate of my fright at discovering them. These two ladies hid themselves inside their own rooms until I gave them permission to come out. Lol! When I had finally calmed and instructed that they could come out now, I could hear them giggling like giddy schoolgirls as they left their rooms. They really were two sweet old ladies; only in their spirit form.
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Aug 27, 2007
Message on Mirror
Had a dream last night that I’ve been brushing off. I’m only writing it down now b/c Mom found it interesting. In this dream I just finished taking a bath when I saw on the fogged up mirror, the words “I Love You.” I opened the door and shouted for Mom to come up and see, all the while hoping the words would stay there so Mom could see. I remember watching the sentence slowly fading away, word-by-word before Mom arrived. When Mom reached the bathroom, the words completely disappeared. I’m now wondering… a day later… if there was a reason for that. Did the words disappear before Mom could see them to send me a message that Patrick is for ME and not Mom or my sister? His words were only for ME to see?
(I STILL can’t help myself when it comes to being open to the idea that he’s for my sister or mother, and that all my dreams and 27 years of experiences are a fluke).
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House inside a hill
While watching "Tristan & Isolde" tonight I realized that there's another dream that I had a couple months back. I now think I should have written it down back then.
The feel of the dream was very happy. I was inside some pitch black dark place… so dark you couldn‘t see a thing… then lifted this flap which led to the outside. This flap was in fact the door, and I think it was the hide of an animal.
I look around and I’m facing very green hills scattered with people and children running about. I think I even remember seeing a couple of boys playing and running with some kind of red fabric trailing behind them. It was like a wind sock or something similar. (I think the little boy had curly brown hair). We were on a cliff face which was very, very high up. Incredibly high up.
There were other houses like this all over these hills, fairly close together. I mean everywhere. It was sunny and the landscape was vast. Very beautiful. These were quite literally homes dug inside the hillside.
It was an entire community, and everyone seemed so happy! We didn’t exactly have riches, but we didn’t need riches because we were all together. It felt like that day, or just everyday in general, felt like a holiday or celebration of some sort. I cannot express enough how positive an environment this community was.
You would think it’d be depressing living in such a cold, dark place - a home literally carved inside the earth - but it wasn’t like that at all because of THE PEOPLE living there alongside me.
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Ireland and a story
In the first part of this dream I'm running outside in Ireland. The scenery is breathtaking, but I'm trying to catch up with this lady; an author. Later, she and I are inside a mall or someplace. She's autographing a couple of books after looking at some soaps. She shouts a question at me from her seat, asking if I'd realized that my story is a little similar to hers. She hadn't read all of my story yet... she read it without my permission I think... but for some reason I was glad to hear her say that. I told her it was "confidence building."
She and I are about to leave when the saleslady beckons her to look at some soaps again. They were the same soaps she'd looked at earlier, but walked away from. I remember thinking at the time that she was crazy for passing them over. So, she goes back to that counter to check them out. She keeps dropping one of the soaps on the floor inside some water. It's pink, heart-shaped soap. When I finally lift it out of the water myself, I see that on the soap are the words "Remember Me." The author and I look at one another. Her expression told me that she believed it a sign to me from Patrick. I, on the other hand, just held the soap in my palm while telling her that surely it was nothing. No message at all, and that she was reading too much into it.
All I can think of in interpreting this is that soap = cleansing, and water = emotions.
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Twin Flames
The other morning, when I woke up I had a sentence in my head. It was about twin flames. I don’t know what to think of this. I dream about writing in my sleep all the time, and the book I finished just a few days later ("Come Back To Me") is about twin flames, so… I don’t know. All I do know is that it immediately had me thinking of Jamie in the Outlander books, and that this sentence running through my head was eloquent. Being half-asleep I only caught the tail end of it and I didn’t write it down.
I think this might have been nothing, but the eloquence of the sentence is what makes me wonder.
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July 21, 2007
First Leonidas Dream:
Dreamt about King Leonidas last night! (Which was AWESOME, as I never dream about the G-man). It was a little weird. Gerry/Leonidas had just finished kicking some serious butt for hours when he finally meets up with me. He’s about to go down the cliff to the beach below to fight the ultimate bad dude. He and I were taking forever saying our goodbyes to each other. I remember thinking/hoping that the longer his opponent has to wait, maybe he’ll get bored and would leave… Lol!… sparing Leonidas. Well, Leo and I were hugging each other like mad and looking deep into each other’s eyes, knowing it’d likely be the last time we ever see one another. We kept telling each other over and over again that we loved each other. I mean, in this dream we were hopeless. Hopelessly in love that is. I remember looking very deeply into his eyes at one point, and him just staring right back at me. It was like his eyes were communicating a silent message to me. Like he was communicating telepathically, as the words didn’t have to be said to be felt.
Second Leonidas Dream:
I was speaking to my niece, and in the distance was an old television set. Green countryside was surrounding us. Leo was on the tv, and it was like a live feed coming in. He was going on about “Chrissy” and a rabbit. Lol! When I replied to him, “Who’s Chrissy?” and that I’d never known a Chrissy… he just about rolled his eyes in amazement that I didn’t remember. He told me (telepathically I think) that “Chrissy” was a pet rabbit of mine. A light brown rabbit. He was really annoyed and frustrated with me for not remembering. After he showed his surprise that I didn’t know what he was talking about, I turned toward my niece to explain. I explained to her that he can’t understand why I don’t remember anything about that past life, and that he’s expressed this surprise/frustration before.
By the way, I find it a little odd that in that dream I had a few months ago there was a brown rabbit that came up to me on the street.
Also, I just remembered how I bought these cute little rabbit trinkets at Hobby Lobby years ago. (This was years before the rabbit stuff started coming up with him). Well, I think I named one of them “Chrissy.” I’m not 100% positive of that b/c this was years ago, but I do think I named one of them “Chrissy.” I bought 3 of them, and I do remember naming the rabbit that’s leaping in the grass something like “Jaq?” And the one sitting down, holding its foot, “Chrissy.”
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July 7, 2007
Don't Forget:
I won’t go into detail as it didn’t all make sense, but in this dream my sister was telling me that Patrick greeted her on The Other Side. She also smiled, and then told me that Patrick told her that he and myself “never want to forget each other.” (I later realized this echoes that dream and those possible signs from a few weeks ago).
He also mentioned 3 female’s names, but I can’t recall what they were. All I remember is seeing a young woman (no older than 30 maybe?) with dark hair and wearing a long white nightgown/shift of some sort.
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My sister/Ireland
I was speaking to my sister at the kitchen table, and she was telling me about Patrick. (In every dream I’ve had about my sister, she’s telling me little things about Patrick; details). Anyway, it’s all a blur but the jest of the dream was that my sister was going on about the Irish, and all during her discourse with me she kept slipping into a foreign accent. It was English or Irish, but as she was speaking to me she had no idea that that was what she was doing. She was just jabbering like crazy, oblivious to the accent taking over her speech. The only other thing I vaguely recall from this dream is a man in a long green robe? I think he had red hair and a long red beard? (Not really sure at all about the red hair/beard).
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Ouch!
June 25, 2007
Last night I dreamed I was in the kitchen and got burned. It was my left wrist. Dad was talking to me while I searched for some Burn-Relief pack in the cabinet. After a little while I decided I might not need the pack b/c – miraculously – the pain was going away when before it hurt like the dickens.
Well… all day today Mom was making plum jelly. Dad was actually home early for a change and Mom got burned on her left wrist. And after a couple minutes she told me how shocked she was that it was actually feeling better so quickly.
I just wonder why in the dream it was I that burned though? Trying to ‘take a hit’ for Mom maybe?
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Babies & Books & Ice Cream
In the beginning of the dream I was devouring HUGE HUGE HUGE wafer bowls of ice cream with a couple of people. (I think my nephew was one of them and maybe my niece). The ice cream was Cookies and Cream, etc. All different kinds. Now… in my waking life I don’t have a sweet tooth at all, yet in this dream I couldn’t get enough of it. I also remember being really careful not to let the ice cream drip out of the sides of the bowls.
Then I realize that a table next to me is dirty. I wanted to clean it up, but there was a baby carrier perched on the edge of it. I was adamant about wiping down that table, but knew that in doing so I had to be very careful so the baby in the carrier wouldn’t be knocked off.
So I start wiping down this table when… oops, the carrier falls to the floor. I feel really bad, of course, but am surprised when I see that TWO newborns have fallen out of this carrier. They were twin boys wearing pale blue.
The first baby I hand over to its owners, who are sitting on a bench against the wall behind me. They’re two women who are just chatting away. I’m relieved that the baby isn’t harmed and that the parents/owners aren’t upset with me. But at the same time I was flabbergasted that they weren’t upset about the two babies possibly getting hurt.
I then go back to the second baby that’s still lying on the floor in a tangle of blankets. It’s still asleep, but is slowly waking up. I finally lie down on the floor next to him, soothing him. I’m hoping like crazy that he won’t hate me and start screaming. I know that if he does, it’s because it’s all MY fault that the carrier crashed with him in it. That it never would have happened if I had just left the carrier there and not taken a chance at hurting him by cleaning that table off. After a few minutes of soothing the child by rubbing the crown of his head and talking sweetly to him, the baby starts to smile.
Here’s my interpretation of the dream:
I still haven’t a clue as to what the ice cream meant. Something about indulgence, I guess.
But I think the overwhelming desire to clean up that table represented my obsession with editing my first book. I want to "clean it up" and make it right. Polish it until it shines.
The twins represent my first two books. (I always call my stories, "my babies"). The first one is the one I can’t seem to stop editing, and the second one is the sequel that I’m almost done writing right now. And it makes total sense to me that the babies were twins, as these two books involve the same characters and one book is simply just a sequel to the other. They are in essence the same story/place. And since I haven’t yet come up with a working title for the second book, I’ve given it the same name as the first one, only I’ve added "the sequel" to the end of the title.
The carrier probably represents my sending my books to agents. My stories really are like my children/babies, and the carrier could represent carting off my babies to those agents. I also think the carrier being perched right there at the edge is depicting how close my stories are to being sent out and finding an interested agent. (Hopefully).
I even think the people I handed the first baby to, that were just waiting there on that bench, represent the agents/publishing houses. I was giving "my baby" to them, and I remember being a bit upset that they weren’t as worried about the children as I was. (And it really would be like that when an agent/publishing house is interested in my stories. They will never become attached to them and have an emotional bond with them as I do).
And my Mom brought this to my attention: A baby carrier is much like a baby CARRIAGE, and the working title of my first book was CARRIAGE Lane. (I've since changed it of course).
I also find it funny that after I told my Mom about this dream, she told me that my Grandma told her to tell me to STOP EDITING.
Also, for two days now I've been dreaming about babies.
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Here's a reply from someone whom I consider a dream EXPERT. She is absolutely wonderful at dream interpretation!
Kristin,
This is fantastic! Not only the details of the recall of your dream, but the insights!
You said you don't normally have a sweet tooth but you are devouring ice cream inside the bowl (nothing outside the box, er bowl, right?) This reminds me of your hunger for an agent who likes your work and wants to represent you---sweetness would be good news and ice cream is nurturing. Ice cream is often associated more with children than adults, so this could be you querying agents in YA now.
I think the editing analogy to the urge to wipe the table clean is right on! You don't want to disturb the books (baby) by being so neat and tidy, but you just can't control your impulse. Sure enough, the books are out of your control anyway. You worry for their safety. It reminds me that no matter how much you edit, the final edit will not be in your control anyway. It's better to leave it intact. You know that the publishers are not going to have the same feelings you do about the content. Some of it might be expendable, according to their expertise.
The fact that you coddled the second baby (book) and made it smile (you know it is publishable) is a good omen!
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May 22, 2007
Last night I was looking at Scotland pictures on someone’s MySpace Page again. (We had been emailing each other about a pic I made of GB/Scotland). One of the pics I looked at was an old one I had found a while back and saved to the computer. It’s the picture above of the cabin inside a field of lavender:
In my dream this morning I saw that exact picture, and heard a man’s voice. It said something like – “Don’t forget me in my time or in your modern time.” (Or... he might have said "Don't forget me in my world or in your modern world." I really think the first is correct though).
Also, last night I was perusing one of my new books I just bought. In it someone keeps mentioning lavender. I think there’s going to be a few similarites between that book and Patrick.
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Forgot to mention this dream:
The main jest of it was seeing Patrick's eyes. They were a beautiful crystal blue color.
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4-7-07
Forgot about this dream. It’s no biggie – hence why I forgot – but if Patrick is involved I write it down:
My sister was asking about the book that I just started writing. She asked if Iain in my story was Patrick. I told her the story is inspired by and loosely based on Patrick, but that Iain isn’t really him. I then told her I have to keep the option open that Patrick could be for her or Mom and not me. After I told my sister this, she just rolled her eyes at me like I was an idiot.
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February 2, 2007
A bunny rabbit, music box & a stranger
While in Austin I had a strange/confusing dream. Mom and I were in the city. We decided to eat our lunch on the sidewalk. I was talking to Mom when a sweet little brown bunny comes up to me. It wasn’t at all skittish of me. I was petting it, and while speaking to Mom I realized she was holding my Phantom music box that I got for Christmas. (Note: I’m speaking of my present from Patrick, which as Mom passed that storefront she heard a male voice say – “Stop! Phantom!”)
But I’m thinking the man in the dream was Patrick. (I say this b/c the man in the dream reminded me of Dr. MacNeill. He didn’t look exactly like him this time, but he did dress like him and his hair was the same color. His hair was straight and the same length as Patrick’s, too, but not blonde). And this is probably too much thinking on my part, but maybe the man in the dream (Patrick) wore a PLAID shirt on purpose.
Like the plaid of a tartan. I’m also wondering if this man was Patrick because of the rabbit. (Note: Nat did that reading a while back where Patrick mentioned all those rabbits from our PL, and just a day or two before this dream I came across some Scotland pictures which I saved. My 2 favorites were of a field of purple heather, and a brown rabbit.
Also, about a month ago I had a strange dream where I was standing inside a deep pit with a white sheet covering it. In other words, I was inside this sort of makeshift tent, and I was eye-level with the ground. In this dream I was seeing lots of things related to Easter, including a brown bunny).
The realist in me says I dreamt about the brown rabbit b/c of the picture I saved, but another part of me says that if the man in my dream was Patrick… then it’s only natural to assume that the bunny was a message from him as well.
But if this dream was a visitation, I’m completely clueless as to its meaning.
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The Phantom!
1-16-07
Strange dream last night. I was attending some university. There was this one area with two small windows to a "hidden" room where THE PHANTOM lived. This room was circular in it's architecture, and one section of the wall was gray. I remember seeing a lot of leatherbound books and a lit candle.
No one at the school had ever seen The Phantom personally, but I had. (I remember thinking that some people believed he was just a legend; perhaps not even real and just made up). Sounds weird, but I think he was helping me with genealogy or that that was his expertise. Whatever he was, he was very mysterious and I didn't want people to see how curious and obsessed I was with him. I even remember trying to take a brave peek through the windows to his quarters, only to freak out when I saw all the students milling around me. I then rushed to the elevator, where a police officer was standing.
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Darth Vader
Apr. 18, 2005
DV never spoke. I was just terrified of him, especially of his silence. I was in some small room with lots of people. We were locked in, and I was dogged on trying to escape. The others weren’t b/c they knew they’d be caught.
I would later learn that the betrayal business with Vader was a precognitive dream. I also discovered the next evening that tickets for the midnight showing of Star Wars were finally on sale. More clicked after that.... such as the dream having theatre seating.
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MY NEPHEW
I had the strangest dream about my nephew. The kids were spending the night here, and we were all sleeping upstairs in the game room. It was the middle of the night and he woke me up. It was dark and only the tv was still on. He told me to listen carefully to what he was about to say. He told me not to laugh at what he was about to tell me, and that this was very serious. He then endeavored to tell me… in the manner of a boy much older than he is right now…. that he was going to meet this girl someday and that when he gets older I had to see to it that he marries her. He said he had just had a dream about her and felt like she was in the room with him. (Like astral travel. I think he actually said he felt "her soul" in the room with us). I cannot even begin to express how adamant he was about me seeing to it that he marries this girl one day. It was as if marrying this girl… the love of his life by the way he was talking… was a matter of life and death.
That has got to be the strangest dream I’ve ever had. My nephew is only 10 years old right now, so why would I have a dream like this?
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Grandfather
I have no idea when I had this dream, but it was several years ago. I had this dream 2 or 3 days before I won $1,000 on the radio. (I never knew my grandfather - Mom's Dad - since he died when I was a baby, but I did ask that he please help me win the money. I've won the same amount twice now, so I don't know if he ever helped me or if the timing of this dream with that was just coincidence. Although... I did have another dream about the lotto where he was kind of present).
Anyway, in this dream I was inside a room with Mom when we both heard her Dad's voice. He immediately answered my questions and I think he laughed once. The entire dream was just hearing his voice. I never once saw him.
He stopped talking when some woman and her kids walked into the room. The woman wore a brown fur coat which was really fancy.
The problem here is I don't know what questions I asked or what his answers were. All I remember is hearing his voice coming from the right-hand side of the room, up near the ceiling. Mom was a little afraid, but I was overjoyed!
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Fireworks
I’ve been dreaming about fireworks lately. In my last dream I was in Mom’s room, only it was upstairs and it had windows like we have in our living room. I vaguely remember Dad talking about a ghost touching him, and something about Elvis? On our big screen tv was the new Pirates of the Carribean trailer.
So I looked out the windows and I could see fireworks. When they burst in the sky I could see lots of stars. ONLY when the fireworks are bursting do I see all those stars in the night sky.
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A Ghost and My Book
Nov 24 2006
I dreamt that Mom and I were sitting on my bed. Mom had one of my stories (in it’s binder) opened in her lap. We were just talking when all of a sudden a wide chunk of my story just lifted up on it’s own and froze. It was exactly as if someone just flipped the book open to a section and then paused in midair. The pages just stood halfway open, as if an invisible hand was holding it up.
Well it freaked me out so much that I ran from the room posthaste. The moment I turned my head to flee, I caught a glimpse of a ghostly leg running off. Whoever it was wore strange, old-fashioned black shoes; boots with a silver buckle I think. I also saw black tights/hose I believe. Anyway, I ran into the living room to tell my sister-in-law what had happened. She was sitting on the couch, in the dark. In the back of my mind I thought she was there b/c she wanted some alone time. I didn’t want to bother her, so after relating my fright I left. I was still really, really freaked out though. I even remember thinking to myself in the dream that I was wrong… that if Patrick ever showed himself to me again, I’d have the same instinctive reaction to flee.
The fear of Patrick showing himself to me again is self-explanatory. But what I don’t understand is the ghostly hand on my story, or the ghost fleeing from my room like the wind. What the heck could that mean?
Here's someone's interpretation:
What first comes to mind for me is "What is written on that page?" The message may be to "Take a page from your own book." It's You giving yourself advice.
You have decided to take certain actions when certain scenarios show up in your dreams. This played itself out and you were true to form. You could experiment with writing yourself a different plan of action and decide to do something different next time. It's your dream to do with as you please.
I think your dreams are very interesting.
Another interpretation -
Writer's block? Maybe there is one chapter in your book or in your waking life that is "suspended" for reasons that are a mystery (ghost) to you? You are aware of it, as it stands out in your mind. Perhaps the ghost fleeing from you is a new character you have only partly developed in your mind? Whatever it is, it scares you right now.
Make a suggestion before sleep to confront the ghost and feel at ease with it. Maybe it will show up as a real person or character instead of a ghost. Remember that you can change the form of all your characters in your dreams just by wanting to see them in a different light. You are the writer, the director, and the producer of all your dreams. Lights! Camera! Action! Let's see what's in the next scene....
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Ghost Lady / Empath
I might have already copy/pasted this dream in the Patrick Dreams section/Part 2? I saw this woman walking around a swimming pool. She was very distressed and moaning and crying because she had lost her children. As I was watching her, I knew she was a ghost.
Later, I see her again only this time she looks different and is cheerful. She walks up to me, and I notice that she looks very real. Not ghostlike at all. I’m not even sure she realized she was dead. She talks to me and once she places both her hands on my arms, I shove them away. I did that b/c I was freaking out over a ghost touching me, and because I felt an instant shock of some kind at her touch. All I remember is it felt very uncomfortable. Eventually, she leans her head in closer and says – “You’re an empath, aren’t you?!” She sounded really excited about her discovery, though I wasn’t in agreement with her.
After she’s gone, the dream gets pretty dumb. Anyone here ever seen the old tv series, Christy? Well, a Scottish doctor was in it… Dr. Neil MacNeill. After my encounter with the lady ghost, I was freaking out. I was so afraid of the possibility of other spirits being able to talk to me without warning. I told him that at the end of the day I really needed to talk to him. (By this time I was balling I was freaking out so much). The entire day passed and each time I saw him, he completely ignored me.
But what could the children possibly mean? She was really worried about them. Like she lost them and she feared they were kidnapped. That kind of thing. She was wringing her hands and pacing around the pool, crying like crazy.
Update: I've been told that that electric shock is an indication of actual contact with a ghost. A lot of people told me this when I posted this dream. In that dream it felt like the cross between an electrical impulse and your foot falling asleep. I was very uncomfortable.
Someone's interpretation:
I'm going in a completely different direction here. For some reason I'm getting some sort of past life connection. The Ghost feels like it represents the old you, what you were in the past life. When you saw her again she was happy. The problem with the children was resolved, but the thought still disgusts you. There is emotions written all over this, some things are getting cleared up and some are not. Someone in authority is ignoring you too... Or you feel that they are.
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November 2004
(Via)
All I recall is being in a gas station with my family someplace. (My parents, sister, niece and nephew). This dream was a mixture of modern day with the past. I think my sister and her kids left for someplace nearby; to a restaurant I believe; and my parents and myself were to meet them in a few minutes.
I returned outside to get my horse, but out of the blue arrived an army of civil war soldiers. The general was in front and had a reddish mustache. He and his men wore blue uniforms which were fancy and pristine. Very clean and very, very pretty. I was about to lose my temper though, because they moved along. They never even spoke to me.
Next thing I remember is riding my horse, but I quickly realized I was naked as a jaybird! I went inside the gas station, to a small fitting room of sorts, to decide on an outfit to wear. I chose casual blue jeans.
I can’t really remember the rest of the dream.
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May (?) 2004
I was in a room with Mom, and we could hear her Dad’s voice. (In real life, I never knew my grandfather as he died when I was a baby). We’d ask him a question and he’d immediately answer.
I think he was even laughing at one point.
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April 2004 Cont.
I had the strangest dream. The first part was pretty ridiculous, boring and running all over the place. I can’t even remember it now. Throughout this dream I kept coming back to this one scene.
My grandmother had a very large house and I knew she also had a beach house that was sort of a long way from the house, yet not too far. After a while I forgot where this beach house was. Finally, I saw a weathered, wooden gate and – in my mind’s eye – a flash of an old photograph appeared in front of this gate. It was just this sepia toned picture of a man dressed in a suit. I opened the gate and sure enough I saw the beach house. It was gray and the sky was very gloomy. Just yards away was the water, and right there at the shoreline was a dead polar bear. It was bleeding at its neck and tumbling in a circle each time the tide rolled in. I remember thinking that this place should be a haven for everyone to go to, yet how could it be when there’s that dead polar bear? If anyone wanted to go to the house, they’d have to first pass the polar bear.
Each time I returned to the house in hopes of having a good time, I’d stop at the gate yet again. The dead polar bear was still there, and the house and its surroundings were – yet again – very gloomy.
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April 2004
This next dream is a silly one that Mom had about me. She dreamt that we were in a parking lot somewhere when a man walked up to me. I looked exactly like the fictional character, Annie, from that horrid musical. I had curly, fiery red hair that was extremely short. It looked as if I were wearing a wig.
The man asked me if I’d be interested in being in a movie about Annie, which they were making. Mom laughed and said, “Of course she wouldn’t.” Yadda, yadda, yadda.
But I interrupted her and told the man, with great enthusiasm, that I would LOVE to star as Annie in his movie.
And well… this morning what was on tv but a newer version of Annie called “The Adventures of Annie” – or something like that.
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Wildlife
I dreamt that my backyard was teeming with wildlife. I was looking out the window from our living room when I saw two black birds (cracklins) building a nest in our bird bath, which was now underneath the window. (Though I’m pretty sure those birds were in my dream b/c they were all over our yard yesterday).
While outside with my mother and brother’s fiancé, I took notice of a white bear, and also a white wolf resting against the back fence. I was terrified of myself and our pets being attacked, so I said that I was going inside. My mom and brother’s fiancé stayed outside. They weren’t fearful of these wild animals at all. On my way back to the house, I saw a huge turtle. It didn’t scare me, so I actually allowed it into the house.
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The Shire
(Via)
This is a bit silly and unusual. Last night I dreamt about The Shire from Lord of the Rings.
It was just seeing the forest in the Shire. It was daytime and it was barely sprinkling. The entire dream consisted of nothing but this one scene and hearing the sounds in the forest. The birds singing, a light rain, a slight breeze. This entire dream was like one of those meditation tapes. During this dream, I remember thinking that Mom needs to experience this.
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Blue Zone / Launch
My mother was in our front yard sitting in some chair (like a dentist's chair), and when she did that I knew I had to go with her. I just couldn't let her go alone 'to space' or wherever this chair was to take us.
So I hopped on the chair next to her and suddenly I felt like an astronaut would during a launch. I kept my eyes closed and could feel us traveling really fast. When I opened my eyes everything was the same as before. I was still in my front yard, but everything had a blue film over it. There were no colors except blue.
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October 1999
(Via)
I had a dream about my niece, Mom and myself. We were sitting in the backyard. At first I was alone and saw a huge rainbow. It was the biggest, most beautiful rainbow I had ever seen.
Next, we were all outside and butterflies were flying all around the yard. My niece was sitting in my lap as I was showing her all these BIG butterflies fluttering past. They were monarchs, but much MUCH larger.
From then on, my niece is looking at the butterflies and I see Jordan Knight of all people walking around the backyard.
And that’s pretty much it… and pretty ridiculous as dreams often are.
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Dream from ages ago:
(Via)
Unfortunately, I can’t recall all of this dream but I do remember that it felt very uplifting. The only thing I can recall about it now is that I was visiting some ranch which had horses that could fly.
These horses had actual wings; a large wing span, like Pegasus. I think their wings were white, and while they could fly they could only fly up to a certain height.
I also seem to recall something about a moon, only it was daytime. I can’t really remember.
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Home Again
And when I say I was visiting ruins, I mean RUINS. The 'walls' that were left were no more than a few inches tall and were a light grey color. They were almost blue they were such a light grey.
And even though everything was gone, I instantly recognized everything about the place and where everything used to be. The grass was very green, and there were concrete slabs/squares buried in the ground for tourists to walk on - as stairs - as this was a very hilly, HIGH area. I can't begin to describe how filled with joy I was in this dream, and how flabbergasted I was that I had forgotten all about that life.
Really, in this dream I felt so ridiculous that I had forgotten everything. Forgetting that place, and that life, felt as silly and insane as forgetting your own mother! It was just all so inconceivable to me that I could ever forget all of it. In this dream I was happy beyond words. We’re talking GIDDY with joy.
