The Dream (s)
I had a series of dreams on the night of September 10, 2020. In the first dream, I was shopping in the produce aisle of a grocery store. Then I found myself in line to pay. After I paid for my groceries (about $75 worth), and most meat, I realized I didn’t have room to get everything home on my bike. So, I asked the cashier if I could leave my purchase and come back. When I came back to my cart, it was gone. Then as I started searching for the store worker who was putting my food back on the shelves; I found myself wondering through what looked like the halls of a school. I never did find my groceries.
Anyway, in the next scene, I walked into a classroom that looked more like a theatre (not the first time I’ve had a dream of being in a theatre). The teacher was standing at a podium and it was dark because everyone was watching a film. I immediately walked out, stopped for a long pause, and looked in every direction then walked away. Then I noticed that I was walking along a sidewalk outside of the building. As I was walking, a woman ran past me screaming “no, no, no, no.” She then opened a door and disappeared into the building.
In the next dream, I was walking in the opposite direction and noticed a lot of kids (students), walking along the outside corridor. The corridor seemed to be leading into an underground tunnel. As I looked around, I saw workers building something off to my left. There were huge stones in a circle, stones being built on top of another. It looked like a stadium and the scene had a secretive, dark sense to it.
Next, I was standing in a classroom again to explain to students what has been happening. Before I could explain, they started asking me questions. Specifically, my name “Lynna” and my middle name “Kristine”. Then the scene switched, and I was Angeline Jolie, standing in a shower shaving my legs. I picked up my cell phone and made a call. I said “I have something to share with my favorite DA. If you’re interested, call me back.” I realized after hanging up that I did not leave my name or number.
Finally, in the last scene, I am standing outside, and the previous scenes were a backdrop. A young blonde-haired girl looked at me and said something like “what terror do you fear in your dreams, what scares you?” I looked straight at her and said, “nothing scares me.”
Reflecting on the Dream(s)
As I was writing down the first dream in my journal, I had a brief vision of another dream or dream where I was in the same location. Then I had another dream. The details aren’t 100% clear, but I was either standing in a classroom or walked into a classroom when it became apparent that something scary was happening and a group of students started running. Side note: I realized while transcribing my notes into a word document for my blog that I’ve had quite a few dreams in which I’ve been in a grocery store.
Writing down the second dream, I am reminded of one of Neville’s lectures (undated) where he speaks about a woman’s dream in which she was going in the opposite direction of a crowd.
Then, as I am transcribed the notes from my journal, the third dream brought the thought “Teacher” to mind and “speaker,” as if I’m being shown that I will teach of my experiences. Also, as I wrote down the part about being Angelina Jolie, I felt a sense of familiarity, of commonality, with several other dreams I’ve had. Dreams in which people were looking for me because I had something they wanted. I am also thinking about an experience I had meditating a couple of days ago when I had a conversation with God.
Finally, as I sat down and wrote these dreams into a word document from my journal, I couldn’t shake the sense of familiarity. There was also a sense of knowing about my writing, sharing, my purpose, and the future. The dreams are telling me something. I then heard from within, a voice that said “Pay attention Kristie, nothing is by accident. You are here because I put you here. Don’t worry about what others think. Your purpose is waiting for you. Keep going. (as I questioned what was happening), the inner voice continued; I know these conversations are strange – it’s part of the process, part of the journey. You aren’t the first person I’ve had conversations with. Be strong and courageous and the Kingdom will be yours. Many people fear boldness but not you. I have special plans for you. I call one-by-one. You are being called so do not be afraid. I am here to comfort you. Now go and have no fear.”
The last paragraph really just flowed out of me as if it weren’t even me writing by force or remembrance of anything. This has happened before, a couple of years ago where I started writing and the words just flowed as if by some mystical force. Now I know that this awakening process has been happening all along.