The Giant

Poem/narrative about the transformation of spiritual entities that visit you in dreams and how they can enhance your life. 11 10 19

He first appeared, this giant, as a visitor to a dream. Dressed in a beige trench coat and a fedora, like a spy, not wanting to be seen. He was standing in front of a music store on a busy city street. My head only reached to the middle of his chest and together we entered the store. Side by side, we searched through rows of CDs and vinyls. I’m not sure what we were looking for.

“That’s odd.” I thought, “This giant is new.” I recorded the dream in my book.

I felt him next, as if he was watching me as I sat in meditation. He was standing right outside my window, watching me through closed window shades as I sat silently inside.

“That’s odd,” I thought, “This giant is back.” I felt aware, but unafraid.

In a *snapshot dream, he appeared again. I saw his face, but it wasn’t clear. Somehow, I knew he wanted help.

“That’s odd,” I thought, “this giant is asking for help,” I still felt no fear.

As I sat that morning, offering help, with what or for what, I could not tell. I felt him then, within the room, sitting in a straight-backed chair, he watched me share some love. His elbow rested upon his knee; his chin rested in his palm. I couldn’t make out his features still, his face sort of a cloudy blob.

I told him thank you for this strange request, wondering why our roles were so reversed. I finished my meditation, got up and off to work I went.

I felt him next, a couple of days later, while I was sitting in a chair. I was practicing imagining that I lived in a snow globe and anything beyond my view, was gone. I pretend that what I see is just projected on its glass and beyond its boundaries is the great beyond. I practice this to expand my vision, hopefully to see things I haven’t seen before. Portals waiting in the darkness, waiting for imagination to journey through their doors.

I felt him there, behind my chair looking in as if to see. He kneeled right behind me, resting on a single knee. He didn’t appear in his usual form; his shape was dark and grand. A huge black bellowing cloud, shaped as a silhouette of a man.

“That’s odd, I thought, “this giant is looking over my shoulder, I wonder if he’s interested in what I see or is he just interested in me?”


In a dream, I walked in a pasture, my path a wide swath of grass. Flanked by trees, the sky crystal clear, I climbed the steep incline. In each hand I carried a toilet tank lid, for some reason, I had to bring them along. At the top of the hill, I came to a bench, a bench I couldn’t climb over.

So, I lay down the lids and scrambled over the top, without the lids I was able. I descended the other side of the hill. At the bottom there was a shed to my left, to my right stood an old unpainted barn.

I heard a sound, I circled around, trying to get to the front of the barn. The doors of the barn opened out to the west; I looked up from where I had stopped. Above me, in a doorway, there the giant sat. He looked at me as if he was waiting for me to speak.

I said, “I’m trespassing, but I hope you don’t mind, it’ll save me so much time on my journey.”

His face changed, he looked slightly perturbed, but I really don’t think he minded. He was sitting behind the straight-backed chair, his right leg stuck through its legs. His left leg circling around to the front, he looked at me over its back.

Then his face became completely clear, I will recognize him if I meet him for real. A soft featured Black man, with eyes filled with love and he wanted me to come and sit inside.

I looked back up the hill, to where I climbed over the bench. I could see the two lids still laying there. I knew if I wanted them, they were mine to retrieve, but I knew I could leave them there.

The dream ended then, with me climbing into my car and slowly driving away.

I tried to meditate on the dream a couple of times, wanting to sit and hear what this giant had to say. Both times I got no responses, the giant didn’t come either day.

I found myself in another dream, a dream with many parts. A scene at the end of the dream, left me feeling a bit disturbed. I saw new things to come, things of which I wanted no part. I interpreted the event and by the acupressure points struck, I knew that my body would go through another uncomfortable change. For me sometimes spiritual growth, seems to come with physical or emotional pain.

I wrote down my dream, sat down to meditate, ready to start the day. I still felt sad, somewhat afraid, hoping that what I saw in the dream would simply go away. As I sat stilling my mind, the giant slowly filled the room.

I saw myself sitting in the chair he had offered to me before. I knew he was there behind me. I felt him lay his cheek against the side of my head, his arms wrapped around me and the chair. His form changed into the black billowing cloud, and he engulfed me with protective love and care. I knew any discomfort that I might feel, would be very short lived. I knew I was safe, surrounded by grace.

I realized Source energy had come to visit my dreams and my thoughts, disguised as a huge black giant.

Dreams are powerful tools, gifts from those who are more highly evolved. Is this giant real? The feelings invoked are. The emotional response to love and protection are. On a level I am just starting to explore, this giant is real enough for me.

Imagination is a tool we can use to connect to higher places. We can regain our childhood gift.

The two lids I left at the bench on the hill, the thing they represent, has bothered me for a long time, years. I can go pick them back up, but this series of events has set me free from them. That is real too.

I share this because there is unlimited love that we can connect with every day. Mine seem to come to me in a wonderful, unusual way. Let your mind expand.

*Snapshoot dreams; Dreams that are a single image.

Author: Kevin Burleson

My wife Cheryl and I live in St. Joseph, Missouri. She is retired and watches three of our 12 grandchildren and 1 greatgrandchild. I work as a maintenance man at Highland Community College in Highland, Kansas. I have a BA in Art with an emphasis in ceramics. I am a second degree Reiki practitioner and BQH (Beyond Quantum Healing) practitioner. I started writing spiritual related posts in 2018 and started sharing them on a few different Facebook sites. This site is to consolidate and re-share them. It is also to share short stories based on images seen while in meditation. My hopes are that it will inspire others to use the powerful tool of visualisation to enhance their spiritual journey. Thank you.

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