A couple of weeks ago, I had a strange, strange dream that was so vividly detailed that it felt like I created a story in my sleep. The details have remained with me. They haven't faded whatsoever like most dreams that meet me when I wake up. I've shared it with a few people, but this is the first time trying to encapsulate it in words. Here she blows.........................
It begins with me entering the dining room located in an old historic building (for the folks from around here it was the restaurant at Kings Landing). Though I've never been to this particular place in real life, in my dream I knew exactly where I was. The dining room was decorated with dark wood. The tables were harvest style, but darkly stained. A huge fieldstone fireplace made the place feel so inviting, so cozy. Seated at the table were 12 or so people... all familiar to me. Strangely, the collection of people, who are friends of mine, but they don't know one another in real life. In the dream, however, they do.
There was a strong feeling of sadness coming from this group. I felt it right away. So, I approached them and asked what was wrong and was told that a mutual friend had died. They had all just been to her funeral. I was stunned and shocked by this news. The name of the person who died in my dream was never stated.......though I have a picture in my head post dream of what she looked like..... and she resembles no one I know. Still, I was so saddened because she was young and had just had a baby. The baby was present with this group of people. About 8 months old, he seemed oblivious about losing his mother. He was the kind of infant who is smiley and not fussy at all and enjoyed being passed back and forth from adult to adult who all took comfort in interacting with him.
I asked if I could hold him and he was passed to me right away. I stood there and held him for a while, unconsciously rocking him in my arms while I spoke to the group, asking for details of the death and the funeral etc. Then, I walked away with the baby, out of the dining room and down a long carpetted hallway. Feeling such grief, I decided I just needed to walk slowly on my own while cradling him. After a few minutes, all of a sudden, a strange sense of peace came over me and the knowledge that the friend who had died was alright. She was safe and peacefully surrounded by loved ones who had passed on too.
Then, I was struck with the intuition that I had been "informed" of this information somehow through the baby, who was comfortably settled in my arms staring and smiling at me. Of course he was too young to talk. Still, I asked him and through some kind of telekinesis, he communicated to me that he was a conduit to the otherworld. He could communicate with the dead and pass on messages to loved ones still on earth. With this knowledge, I tried it out and asked him to find out how certain people were in Heaven and within moments, replies came. It was astonishing! I went back to the dining room to tell the others.......... and to tell them that our mutual friend, the infant's Mother was peaceful and happy.
They all rejoiced after learning and began asking the baby to contact others they had longed to know about. It was a flurry of activity........... this communication line from where we stood alive and in the flesh to a place on the other side. Throughout it all, I held the baby in my arms. He continued to appear to be content and unbothered by the barrage of requests. However, I could feel something changing inside him. I could feel him aging and knew right away that the energy it took for him to connect with the dead was prematurely aging him.
I told the group this.......... that our requests were impacting his development. I told them that we should stop because the baby was using up his life energy in order to comply to our wishes. But they wouldn't stop. They didn't care. It was more important that they communicate with the dead....... to resolve their issues, to pass on the messages they regretfully never uttered while their loved ones were alive, to feel the "presence" of people they missed dearly. So important to them that they lost any empathy for the sweet little innocent baby I was holding in my arms. I tried to stop them over and over, but they wouldn't listen to me.
I stood there frozen on the spot as this baby continued to age inside and grow weaker in energy. And the more I stood there, the more angry I became at their selfish self absorbed behaviour. However, I had no power to stop it.
Then, I woke up, told my husband and completely creeped him out.
What does it mean? Does it mean anything? I'm sure there are some symbols in it.... something interpretative, but I don't have a clue. Can I just add that no hallucinagenic drugs were used during this episode?