I woke up at 2 am on October 30, thinking about a dream I had. As I thought about it, I started to recall another dream or at least parts of it from what may have been months ago. I also started thinking about two of the dreams I’ve had from the past few nights that, at the time, I could not remember in detail. Soon I fell back asleep and woke up again at about 4 am. I looked at the clock and went back to sleep.
Finally, at 6 am, I was awakened by the sound of a doorbell and a loud one. Given that this wasn’t the first time I asked, “why did you wake me up?” I’m not mad about it; I’ve been sleeping until 7:30 am for the past two weeks and want to get back into having the time to script and write down my dreams first thing in the morning (5-6 am). So, let's start with the dream I had three nights ago (Oct. 27).
In the first dream (or scene), I was in a monastery. I was in a room, and I think I was attempting to sing. However, I did not sound great and felt as though I failed. So, the gentleman in the room said to me, “you did not fail, don’t you know that you can do anything. You have all of the power, no go.” Then I left the room and walked down the hallway. It felt as though I were looking from someone, though. Then in the next scene, a man I am in love with leaned in close to me and whispered, “I love you.” It felt like a beautiful, special moment. Then, in the next scene, we sit somewhere, and he looked at me and said, “I hate you.” Then the scene switched, and I am sitting in a room with my sons’ stepmother and asking her why people hate me, why this man first said, I love you, then I hate you. She said, “well, what do you believe? You can change it.”
Going on a Hike
The following night I was with a small child, and we went on a hiking adventure. We went into a campground and were looking for someone specific. As I told the boy, “he isn’t here,” I noticed he was standing on the edge of a mountain. We were on a mountain. As I started to tell him to be careful, he looked down and fell off.
I kept thinking about these dreams then a scene from a previous dream in which I was driving along a long road out in the country came to mind. It’s as if the dreams are all linked or partially linked somehow. Anyway, I was in an underground cave or building with stone walls in last night's dream. I was either with someone name Ezekiel, or I was looking for someone named Ezekiel. There was a guide with me who told me I had to go to Mt. Sinai as we walked up a stone staircase and through a narrow opening.
I thought to myself, “I’ve already been to Mt. Sinai.” I should mention that I heard/felt the whooshing sound again in my head, knew that I was dreaming. The sound is pretty common now, just a constant whooshing sound in my head as I’m sleeping. It’s been happening for; I’d say, almost two years now. What’s interesting is that before I went to bed, I wrote in my journal (because I heard clearly within) that I am chosen and sent to speak the truth of the word of God, which is what Ezekiel was called to do. As we are chosen one by one and awaken, we are then sent.