Postby WhiteOne » Thu Dec 09, 2010 8:46 pm
I dreamed that I was in a room with some family members. However, they were fairly young and most of them were not recognizable. Every one was somber. I saw one of my aunts (one of the two that I actually visually recognized) and she had red rimmed eyes and looked like she was angry and had been crying. She died several years ago, about a year after her terminally ill son died. I got the impression that he was standing next to me, in the dream, and he was the only one who noticed I was there. I only got the impression of his name, "Albert," but I did not remember who Albert was until morning. The only person who talked was the other aunt that I recognized (she's still alive.) She kept talking to someone who I identified as a cousin, but who was much younger than my actual cousin. My aunt kept saying in a concerned and helpful way, to my cousin, "are you ready to go yet? We can wait in the car...We can go any time." Finally, I asked my cousin, "Do you live far away?" She said, "yes. It is a very long way and I have a one dollar library fine to pay when I get back." I decided that I should make them all some dinner, (I thought that I was at my Dad's house, though it looked nothing like it, and he wasn't there.) When I went in the kitchen, I noticed that there was blood on the refrigerator door. I thought about how someone had been cutting meat in there because it was old blood. I picked up a paper towel to wipe the blood off, but it turned into the end piece of a loaf of bread. I mopped it up. Then I mopped the blood off around the calender. Then I mopped some spots on the floor. Then I mopped some off of the counter. Then I went back to the refrigerator and the blood was fresh again, so I mopped it up again but it just smeared. Then I woke up because the coyotes were so loud.
It may not seem that special of a dream. But really, it is for me. It would be normal for me to dream that my boyfriend turned into a zombie and I tried to kick his head in. It would be normal to dream about the toy Elmo turning into a giant, blobby, green alien. But when I have dreams like the one I had last night, I listen. It is also interesting because I talked to a psychic around two months ago, who claims he can contact the dead, and he brought up the living aunt in the dream. I talked to my Mom about the dream, and she had all kinds of ideas about how people I described sounded like various relatives who died young of Russian roulette, or of heroine overdose, or of AIDS. That side of the family has had a very rough past. So, this dream suggests to me that I was contacted by an ancestor or some familial soul. My grandfather on that side of the family was Native American. Perhaps that is why me and my other family members have always taken dreams seriously. I called my Dad this morning and he informed me that my uncle (the father of the "cousin" who lived far away) had been in the hospital for pneumonia. The last time I had a dream like this was when, in my dream, my Dad told me this uncle was sick and that my Dad could "only see black." That was several months before my uncle (who was in the hospital) had a stroke and became paralyzed in half of his body and resigned to a wheel chair.
That was a long post. Sorry. But the only reason why I mentioned the dream is because it could be caused by ancestral visitation, which could indicate that the veil between the spirit world and material world could be thin.
