A quick note by Kimspirational:
Jesse Todd is not alone when it comes to having visitations through dreams from past loved pets
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I had some very uplifting and “real” dreams after my dog Raven died and so when Jesse submitted his dream below about his beloved cat that passed, I couldn’t stop thinking about my baby girl. Reading Jesse’s words left me feeling at ease, knowing that she too is at home and at peace, like Raggy, the cat. The following pic of Raven is dedicated to all those that have lost a best friend (from the animal world).
Miss you Raven, though I know that you’ll always be with me, sometimes I miss just hearing you snore beside me. Thank you for keeping me company all those lonely nights.
Kimspirational
My dream came to me when I was a young child, due to the death of a beloved animal friend. I was in the car with my mother when we took one of our cats to the vet. He died of an infection that was painful to watch. I witnessed his suffering, and it really stuck with me afterwards.
I couldn’t stop picturing how much pain he had been in, and would cry myself to sleep thinking that there was nothing anyone could do to help him. It was shortly after his death that the dreams I never forgot to this day began.
The first came to me much like a normal non-sensical dream would, in the home I grew up in. I started out unaware that I was dreaming, going about whatever business had caught my attention. I was in the dining room of my home, walking across the room. As dreams have a habit of doing, everything shifted and for a moment time stood still. As it would happen, at the same time I suddenly knew that I had been dreaming and something had changed. I knew someone else was in the room with me, and that I should turn around. When I turned to face the doorway, there was my cat (Raggy we called him) looking back at me.
As you can imagine, I was excited to see him alive and well. I ran to him with tears in my eyes, exclaiming that I’d missed him and wished that he could stay. I knew he had to leave, though of course he (being a cat) said nothing. I also knew that he wanted me to know something.
This is where it gets a little hazzy for me, because it was then that (with his paw) he slid to me a gift. I ignored the gift, leaving it unopened. I wanted him to stay, ignoring the fact that he was giving me a message. When he finally left, the dream resumed where it had left off. Once again I was unaware that I was dreaming, and that Raggy had ever been there.
The next day I remembered the dream but thought nothing of it and went about my business. However, it was that night that everything became much clearer to me.
I had another dream, and this one much more clear than the last. Next door to my house was the Seaweed Pie Cafe, a tourist attraction for my small town growing up. In the dream, everyone in town was nextdoor skating across a thin sheet of ice in the middle of summer. Of course, I was there walking amongst them all.
Like the night before, I suddenly came to the realization that I was in a dream, but someone else was sharing it with me. When I turned to face my yard, I could once again see my cat waiting for me. This time, however, he was not alone.
I walked up warily to my cat, who stood by a man in a brown trench coat and hat that left his face shaded from the light. He didn’t feel threatening to me, but he definitely didn’t feel like he was a part of my dream either. My first thought was “Is this God?” At the time I knew the answer was no, but I was sure that he was more than just a messenger.
I greeted Raggy again and said my goodbyes, feeling that all familiar pang of loneliness as he left. As I turned my attention to the man, he told me I didn’t need to be sad anymore. He pointed to the sky, and when I looked up I saw a pure white owl flying through the sky. The man told me that owl was for Raggy, and that he had moved on.
I can’t to this day quite remember his exact words, but he told me that Raggy had ascended to a better plain and that he would be born again in time. I remember feeling comforted by his words, and woke up a much happier child than before. I was positive I had been visited by an angel, possibly even an archangel. The man had seemed so powerful to me.
For a long time I didn’t tell anyone what I dreamed, but I always remembered the strangely real quality of that dream.
What made me write to you about it is that I saw in the booklet you gave me, that a symbol for rebirth is the white owl. I never knew that until I saw it in your booklet, and so I thought I would share that story.I think that dream helped me be open to anything outside the norms that society seems to place on people. Who knows, had I not ever had those dreams, maybe I would never have signed up for your classes!
Anyways, thanks again for the experience and I look forward to seeing you in the future.
Jesse Todd
