I have discovered I can travel in my dreams! It isn’t a myth, in our sleep, the dreams we have are real, energy exchanges. Last night, as I set myself with the task of sleeping, choosing to forego the sleeping pill – I was well aware that I was also choosing not to block the nocturnal visions and voices. Sometimes for me it just seems easier to take the sleeping pill, having been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, sleeping is, and has always been a rarity. Before I had children, I had the luxury of sleeping from time to time, so I value my sleep time even more these days. I now understand, in knowing Kim, that the nocturnal fits I have, body buzzing, whirling images and noises, are actual energy exchanges, as well as energy releases. Not all dreams have deep and profound meanings, or messages of clairvoyance, but certainly there is just as much activity at night as there is during our ‘waking’ hours – if not more. When you think of it, for most people, lying down to sleep at night, is the one and only time we allow our bodies to rest. However, while our bodies are resting, there is much mental activity at work. As I drifted off to sleep last night, knowing I wouldn’t get that ‘deep’ rest without the sleeping pill, I started having conversations with Kim. I don’t recall what we were doing, or talking about now, but at the time it was fun, and just as magical as the time I spend with her in the waking hours. Intermittently, during my Kim time, I would pop out of that space, into a space where I was playing with my daughter, having a great old time, or catching up with my hubby. I realized during these delicious dreams, feeling more awake than asleep, that the night time can be a very productive time. It can be time to meditate, rest, and still spend time with our loved ones, while also healing past wounds and relationships. Much of what we don’t say, or might be afraid to say, while awake, comes up in our dreams. We are given the opportunity to freely be ourselves, and stand our ground, defend our rights, and even do unlimited things – like flying.
At 3:00 am, I sat up fully awake, feeling like I hadn’t slept much, but had done a lot of journeying. Throughout the night, I was coughing and coughing, as I have been wrestling with a cold for a week. Again, all the good stuff was comes up at night. At one point, while playing with my daughter, I realized my son wasn’t visiting me in my dreams. So naturally, I began to look for him in my dream. I couldn’t find him, and I started to grow concerned. I said to my husband, “where is Nate?”, but somehow I knew I was over-reacting and that he was okay. I knew instinctively that he was venturing in his own dream worlds. Within what felt like seconds of thinking this thought in my dream, of worry for him, I awoke to my son screaming for Mommy. “I want my Mommy!” He insisted that he come in bed with me and cuddle. We had such fun cuddling, that I found myself not wanting to go back to sleep, despite the coughing and being ‘tired’. At one point he looked to me and said, between putting his fingers in my nose, and messing up my hair – “Mommy, are you ahh’right mommy?” I said, “yes, mommy just has a cold.” To which he replied, “Mommy, drink your water mommy, please.” After he said that a couple of times I got up and got a glass of water, having been told that was what I needed. When I came back to the room, he brushed his hand over my throat and cheek, my eyes were closed, and I felt the most delicious, happy, tickling sensation in my throat and across my cheek. At the same time, my coughing eased up, my throat felt more at ease, and I realized he was giving me healing energy.
This connection, between dream time and wake time, is so miraculous. When there isn’t time during the day to accomplish problems, we can tackle them in our sleep, and if we can’t be with someone in our waking hours, we can always visit them in our sleeping hours. But, it seems that if you really need (not want) to connect with someone during your waking hours you will. I was looking for my son in my sleep, and he woke up to find me. Instead of me mothering him, he was mothering me. Our Dreamtime, is a profound time of healing and connection, whether the dreams appear profound or not, whether we remember them or not, in our dreams we have unbounded potential and power. We are free to be ourselves, free of the limits of time and space.
In truth, we are all connected – even in our dreams.
I have always hoped that Angels were real, but thought it was my wishful thinking, until one day, when my 5 year old son asked me if i talk to Angel Michael. Surprised by this, I asked him if he spoke to angel Michael and he said yes “I talk to him at night in my pillow”. Now, my son has often told me that his pillow tells him things while he sleeps and I assumed he meant dreams, but to hear that he has been talking to angels completely changes that asumption. When I asked my son how he had heard about Angel Michael he said in a very confident voice “Cause Mike told me he was an angel!”
Childrens minds are so open to the beauty of the universe that I am sure that for some reason Archangel Michael is speaking to my son and I for one am going to continue to try to open my mind to the beauty and secrets that the universe holds for each of us. If I had not met you Kim, I probably would have completely missed this amazing sign from the angels and I thank you for starting me on the path of spitual discovery and awareness.
A quick note by Kimspirational:
Jesse Todd is not alone when it comes to having visitations through dreams from past loved pets
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.
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.
Children Are amazing really! We never know what will come out of their Mouths. This client found out what life was truly about because of one of those amazing Babes.
Love, Healing and Angel Dust From My Heart to Yours,
Kimspirational, a.k.a. Kim Doucette
While dealing with a terribly dark period in my life about ten years ago, suffering from depression and feeling that I had no where to turn, I had made a plan to “end it all”. My plan consisted of a way that I thought my family would think it was an accident and I hadn’t told anyone about it. Well, one especially troubling day I told my son, who was 7 @ the time that I needed to go for a drive by myself. He looked at me very angrily shouting “You just want to get into an accident and never come back” Needless to say I was flabbergasted, so much for my plan. I honestly knew then that an Angel spoke through him. This led to a complete understanding of our spirituality and how it can affect our lives if we just “believe”.
I am pleased to say that I no longer suffer with depression as this Angel encounter prompted me to seek professional help.
I love stories about angels. People send me their stories all the time and they touch me so much. I never tire of hearing stories of self-healing and Angel visitations. Here is one that really touched my heart this week.
Both my sister & I were playing outside our newly constructed home. It was spring time – all kinds of water & mud a delightful combination for a three & four year old. It was a sunny morning & the mud seemed to sparkle all around us. There was a hole dug behind the house which had filled up with water. I was drawn to this hole for some reason & got too close. My foot slipped in the mud & I fell in the water – it was too deep for me and I remember bobbing up & down a few times. At one point, I had my eyes open & was looking at the sun as I went up and down struggling to breathe at the same time. I realized at that moment that if I went down one more time that I wasn’t coming back up. I reached out my hand to my three year old sister. As soon as our hands touched we both got an electric shock. It seems like I can’t remember what happened next but somehow my little sister managed to drag me out of the water. The last thing I remember is dumping water out of my little rubber boots and crying my eyes out. It was only when my sister & I were adults did we realize the nature of the situation – I don’t know how my sister was able to save me. To this day my sister will not go near water and she never did learn how to swim as a child or adult. I know that someone was there to help us – an angel.
Love n Light