This is an old dream that changed my life. This is the first I have written it out and second time I have publicly shared it.
I received it shortly after a pastlife regression in which, when I was asked where I wanted to go?
I replied “I want to sit in the heart of God.”
In that instance I was transported to the most wonderful feeling I have ever felt.
I was home, I was bathed in unconditional love.
Then I was asked, “What are you wearing on your feet?”
I answered, “I don’t have any, I am just a ball of light.”
There was more, but at the very end of the session I had this strange feeling of rising up out of the sand.
The word that came to mind was resurrected.
I had been in some way, set free.
I had this dream shortly after that.
This dream changed my dream experiences and the focus of my life.
I am somewhat reluctant to post it because of its macabre imagery.
I still am not certain of the full meaning of the three children.
I believe the first child is symbolic of my inner child.
I am writing this introduction, for without it the dream seems totally unconnected to anything.
Standing on a adobe rooftop looking off to the northeast. In the twilight I can see the city. The sky is clear and all the many homes have flat roofs and are constructed of stone or adobe. It is as if I am on guard watching the city.
I place my right hand on the top rail of the roof wall and in an effortless leap I vault over the rail and land on the ground below. I remember thinking that this wasn’t a normal human jump.
Next I am entering into what I can best describe as a speeding passenger train. I can feel its movement and the clicking of its wheels. I enter it while it is running straight into me as if I was walking down the tracks towards it, I slightly trip as I enter.
The train is south bound and is packed with people. All of them are walking towards me to the front of the train. The hallway is as crowded as a sidewalk in New York and extends as far as I can see.
(Dreams are a symbolic language, for me the direction South has to do with physical reality)
I effortlessly pass through the crowd, I didn’t seem to pass through them, it was more like I slide in between them as if I was as thin as a piece of paper or air. No one was aware of my passing.
Walking through them for a short distance, I turned into a room to the west, it was filled with people too.
They were all standing in small groups holding plates and eating as if it was a company dinner party.
Approaching a small group of men I whispered “I am bringing three.”
Turning around and leaving the room I crossed the river of people moving in hallway, again I had no affect on them.
Across the hallway was a massive wooden door. One you would expect to see on a castle. It had gold colored hinges and exposed square headed bolts holding it together. It swung into the hallway and was locked with an elaborate locking mechanism of some kind. At least three locks held it closed. I unlocked it and passed through its opening.
It opened into an abandoned playground, the sky was gray and overcast. A lone jungle gym stood near its center….
Next I was standing by it and I said “I’m here to play.” I was expecting someone to meet me.
I looked down and there was a young boy standing in front of me about ten years old, looking up at me he asked, “You won’t bury me in the sand again, well you?”
I looked to my right and saw a shallow impression in the sand. (resurrected)
At that moment my jaw started to hurt, I reached up with my hands and grabbed my face in pain.
I could feel and see my lower face starting to stretch out longer until I had a face like a dog. Like I was watching a werewolf movie.
Next I was headed back to the door I had entered through, but before I reached it I realized I could see in front of me and behind me at the same time.
Behind me stood a gallows with three young children hanging on it. I didn’t have to turn my head to stare at them.
Three different aged children hung there, the youngest about two and the oldest around ten, I had the impression they were all male.
Then in front of me a lady appeared. She was floating in the air, her feet about the height of a basketball goal above me. She had long flowing hair and a billowing garment. Her appearance was similar to the angel in the painting of the two children on a bridge, only there were no wings.
She said, “You are in a different dimension.”
Then she was gone and in front of me was a wall with a picture frame with no picture in it and a straight backed wooden kitchen chair placed sideways against the wall facing north. ……..
I was baffled by the dream and still am about parts of it. Writing this out is helpful.
Two days after the dream, I was driving to work and I saw a large hawk setting on a sign. Seemingly out of the blue I thought, “Well good morning Horus.”
Information poured in as if I had just been slapped and I realization that in the dream I was allowed to masquerade as Anubis from Egyptian mythology. Horus is an Egyptian messenger.
I guarded an Egyptian city.
Jumped from a rooftop to the ground.
Passed through the river of humanity while they journeyed on earth, unseen and unnoticed like air.
I preformed my duty and obligations to guide and helped bring souls to the Creator of All after they died.
“I am bringing three.”
I saw the three.
I saw and felt my head turn into an Egyptian jackal.
I could see the future and the past simultaneously.
I was visited by an angel figure who told me I was in a different dimension.
I knew nothing about Anubis until I started to research him after I realized what I had experienced in the dream.
I believe I have been in this present situation before in past lives, but for some reason I have never been brave enough to fulfill what I have chosen to do.
I have always buried that dream in the sand, maybe three or four times.
My dream is to help people cross the imagined distance between them and their concept of God so they too can feel whatever it was I felt when I asked to sit in the heart of God.
I shared a dream about two huge dogs that visited me. (Shadow Dogs)
My first impression when they appeared in the dream was that they were hellhounds, but they didn’t have red eyes.
I think they represent jackals as a way of confirmation.
I have been reluctant to share this dream, but I think it is important to share least I am bury an opportunity in sand once again.