Morning Meds; 10 26 21
What a start to a new day. I awoke from a chaotic dream, where my home was in complete shambles.
Three different construction supervisors, of which I knew none, each in a different room.
All three of them on their cell phones afraid to call their boss, lest they offend one of the other supervisors by overstepping their authority.
I’m holding my phone, knee deep in trash and debris, afraid, thinking the same thing.
Well let me tell you, it didn’t take me long to plop down on my pillow to do my meditation.
I’ll call the boss, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll get this straightened out in a jiffy.
I was sure Source would be as busy as a grasshopper in a chicken coop, working in my behalf and I’ve never had a call refused.
I was going to complain that the residual energy from the dream, had me feeling, muddled.
Muddled to the core.
Dreams are funny, what you see isn’t the story, what you see represents the story that your suppose to figure out. You need to figure out how it applies to your life. Gifts from on high.
Dreams are like living hieroglyphics, they’re symbolic pictures shows.
In my dreams, the house I see myself in usually represents some aspect of my life. Seeing my house being remodeled by a bunch of strangers didn’t set well.
I thought I was doing better. I thought I was making progress. I thought I had my house in some kind of order.
I’ll call him, he’ll show me how to clear this mess up.
I found him alright.
As the silence of meditation thickened and the scattered feelings calmed, the first image I saw was the boss sound asleep in a big lounging chair, all kicked back, dreaming.
He was busy dreaming that he was meditating because he had awoken from a chaotic dream and was feeling muddled.
Talk about being taken by surprise. It was just so odd and out of place. Not at all what I expected. Then a feeling of connectedness and oneness started filtering in.
All I could do was smile and relax as I realized that this odd impression was what I needed to startle me out of the fear I was feeling.
We are never separated from Source. We just get so caught up with the show around us and we forget that it’s all a dream.
In the time scope of eternity everything is fine and we rest in the assurance that Source is always wanting to be included in our lives and in our dreams.
As I exited the image, feeling much unmuddled, I thought I could almost hear a chuckle and the words “Got ya.” but I’m sure I was just dreaming.
Meditative Imagery 