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Dream Journey With Gram


Last night I had a dream journey with my Grandmother.  In my dream, I was in a town filled with people I knew.  I was going from place to place and people kept telling me I had a message.  Suddenly, I was somewhere with a friend and I got a call and it was my Grandmother.  Now, my grandmother died over 3 years ago and I knew this in the dream. 

I kept trying to carry on the conversation with my friend at the same time as I was talking to my Gram.  She told me that I was going to be okay and that everything would be alright.  I was excited by the call.  I started going up to groups of people I knew and telling them that my dead grandmother had called me and no one believed me.

Finally, I entered a restaurant and there sat my best friend who has known me many years.  I went up to her and hugged her and told her about the call.  I felt believed and heard.  I burst into tears.  And then we were at a table filled with people in costume (all black and Steam Punk) and we were planning a show.  I felt a little startled at the change in direction and then I woke up.

I did some meditating on this dream because I thought it had something to tell me.  I know, I know, it's about a message, duh!   What exactly is the message or the lesson for me though? 

I believe that there are several lessons here for me.  The first is the actual message from my Gram – it's okay, it's going to be okay, it's always okay.  Trust, believe, have faith.  I can breathe, I can let go. 

The second is about the way I heard the message in the dream.  I ignored the messages until my heart was brought up short. Even then, when I felt filled with love and longing for her, I kept trying to conduct business when I should have been listening.  My lesson here is to attend to what is in front of me.  Don't divide my resources and try to do too many things at once or I will miss something important.  Listen to my heart.  Stop and pay attention.

The third and last lesson is about what I did with the message.  After I got the call, I ran around telling people about the messenger instead of the message.  I was trying to convince everyone I was telling the truth instead of sharing the message of trust and peace.   I even got a second reminder when my friend heard me and believed me and I felt so relieved I cried.  Then what did I do?  I went right on with my business.  So my lesson here is to embrace the message whatever the source. 

It was an interesting journey and I am grateful that I was able to finally hear the message of peace.  I loved hearing my Gram's voice and I knew she spoke the truth.  I can trust that all is well.  I can pay attention to my surroundings and listen to my heart.  I can live the message.  I can believe it is truly all okay.  I am at peace.

 

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