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One of my good friends has given me permission to post a very interesting dream she had not long ago. This dream validates the idea that angelic messengers come to us in dreams. They guide and soothe us in times of turmoil; they give us direction and promote peace, if we will only allow their message to reach us.

My friend, Kate, had been having marital relationship difficulties of several years standing with her husband, Joe, and seemed to be at a crossroads. Joe had told her that the direction of their marriage was up to her, the choice was hers to stay or divorce. Despite past stresses, much love was still evident in their relationship, so Kate felt no clear answer as to the direction their relationship should take. One afternoon, she was cuddled up against Joe as he was watching TV. She fell asleep and had the following dream:

Kate, Joe, and Kate’s cousin and his ex-wife were in line to go into a big auditorium, to see something special. In this huge auditorium, they found seats toward the middle, in row seating. They were excited, having come to hear someone speak, someone who might be able to help Kate’s cousin with some points in his life. While in the seats, they realized that they had to stand in line again because, though they were in the right auditorium, they were in the wrong seats. In the process of getting back in line, Kate got separated from the other three. She was not concerned, however, since they needed to do something together without her, so while they were thus occupied, she would find seats for the four of them.

Back Kate went into the auditorium, with the same stage a little ahead of her and to her left. At the front of the stage, on the floor, were strange half-moon booths. These were VIP booths, with the two sections of each half-moon facing each other. All the booths looked as if they could twirl round. Before each booth was a 6-inch step up into the booth. Kate seated herself at the left in the first booth, facing another woman in the booth. Seven women were on the other side, women from varying ethnic groups—a real international crowd. Kate began getting comfortable, putting her purse down and easing into the booth. Other women began coming into the booth to sit, upon which Kate asked them please not to sit down as she was holding the seats for her family.

As this commotion was occurring, another woman was walking toward the booths to greet those in the VIP booths, a common practice. As Kate watched the woman approach, she became aware that this woman was the one everyone had come to see and she was walking around, greeting her audience. This was to be her show, and she was greeting her public. On reaching Kate, the guest speaker greeted her with “hello” and sat down next to her. For Kate there was no surprise, rather a knowing that the guest speaker will speak to her. As the speaker sat down she said to Kate, “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, you know we have to talk. I have a message for you.”
“Yes, I know,” said Kate, wondering whether they would have a private conversation. The speaker leaned forward toward Kate and began whispering in her ear. She said things like, “things are OK”; “trust”, and so forth.

Suddenly, both women start moving out of the auditorium, backing out the door and into a passageway with windows, backing toward the windows to talk. The feeling was that the speaker would like to schedule a private reading for a later time, but a message was coming through immediately, which must be conveyed. This was unexpected for both Kate and for the guest speaker, who apologized to Kate, saying, “I’m sorry, it’s coming now. This is what has to be said now”, and encouraging Kate to go with the flow. Elements of the message involved moving forward, being calm, and trusting.

With this, Kate moved back from the woman. “There is something I need to know first before I can move on. I really, really, really need to know,” she said. The woman looked at Kate, expecting the question. “Does Joe really love me?” The woman just looked at Kate and said, “Absolutely. There’s no doubt about it. He loves you very, very much”, no longer whispering into her ear, but speaking aloud.

At this point, Kate awoke, reeling from the dream, which had given her so much information. Upon awaking she felt calm and at peace. She looked over at Joe, watching TV, and thought, “I suppose I love him.” Joe, seeing that Kate was awake, kissed her on the forehead.

For the present, Kate has made no decisions based on this dream in her relationship with Joe. It is a tribute to her open mind and the love of her Angels that she has been given a dream so rich in information.

Your Angels have been exhorting you in many of these posts to listen, practice, and observe with all of your senses in order to receive their special messages for you. They have given you important hallmarks by which to judge the authenticity of messages you receive. They wish to emphasize that sustained effort on your part is rewarded, sometimes in unusual ways.

One reward that I have had for most of my life is that I can predict for up to two days when I will encounter a particular person. It works like this: a particular person will be in my life for some time. We interact, talk, laugh, work together. Then the person disappears, usually without my being consciously aware of this. Some time passes. This amount of time is usually long, perhaps weeks, perhaps months. One day, out of the blue, that person’s name or face or personality passes before my inner eyes. With that, I know that I will see that person within, at most, two days time. This has been unfailing. I cannot tell you the “why” or the “wherefore”, I just know that it works.

The first time this happened to me was so unusual that I still remember it vividly. I was 20, in college, and corresponding with my friend, Sandy. She had married at age 19 and had moved away from the town, so sent me letters fairly regularly. Then, quite suddenly, the letters stopped coming. Her husband was in the Service, so I never knew her address until she wrote, and there was no way to contact her unless she contacted me. I was sad not to hear from her, but life went on. After almost a year with no word from her, I had all but forgotten her because of my studies. In an early morning dream, she appeared. But what a dream! I dreamt that I was in a funeral parlor. The open casket was in the center of an austere, gray room, surrounded by colorful flowers. Slowly I approached the casket and looked in, to see the body of Sandy arrayed in her funeral finery! Shocked and saddened, I looked at her young, lovely face and mourned. This image woke me. The images were so real that I wondered if she had, indeed, died. At around noontime, the mail was delivered to the house, and I went to fetch it. There, among the bills and junk mail, was a letter from Sandy, addressed to me. With trembling hands, I opened it to read the first line: “Dear Alex, Hi! I’m not dead……..”! I couldn’t believe this! I had just that morning dreamt that I was at Sandy’s funeral, viewing her body in the open casket, and then a few hours later, I received a letter from her telling me that she is not dead. She would have had to have written that letter several days earlier, then posted it, so somehow I was on her wavelength. But to have had such an usual dream exactly correlating with the arrival of her letter in which she specifically addresses the subject of my dream is simply mind-boggling for me. Perhaps, someday, I will learn the “how”, “why”, and “what” of this particular gift.

Another important reward for your diligent and faithful practice is that you will begin to see ahead—into the “future”. Within the past few years, I find that I am able to predict some events as far ahead as half a day. For example, sometimes I know that I will see a particular person that particular day. Sure enough, the person appears. Often I am at a loss as to how to deal with this, but then I just let Spirit guide me in interactions. When driving to work—which is 45-60 minutes, one way—I find that I can tell which direction the car ahead of me will turn long before we reach an intersection. On the interstate highway, I can feel whether a merging car will be moving into a particular lane, and have been able to avoid many a nasty accident.

While practicing listening to guidance is its own reward, it’s surprising pleasant to realize that rewards other than the obvious are in store. Practice diligently every day (see Recipe for Happiness, May 7, 2010), keep your antennae extended to receive signals, and be mindful of your experiences. I would love to read about them.

Continuing on our subject of dreams and guidance, I am in the process of being taught by Angels and sharing with you the nature of the interaction between sleeping (inner) and waking (outer) dreaming. Sleeping (inner) dreaming is, of course, self-explanatory, and comprises those dreams which occur as we are asleep. Waking (outer) dreaming is our conscious dreaming while awake, as for example, the deliberate training of the subconscious mind for the purpose of bringing a desired result into our lives.

That the two merge in important ways was brought home to me this morning as I awoke from an unusual dream. In preface, I would like to request that you not allow the personal nature of these, and other, examples to deter you from the messages conveyed in these posts. While the experience comes from my dream, please remember that your Angels have designated me “Chief Guinea Pig”, leading me through experiences which are all of benefit for you. I live it; you reap the reward. I pave the way, you follow and have the luxury of avoiding some of the worst pitfalls. Strangely enough, I am only too happy to share the benefit of my experience with you so that you can all the more quickly enrich your lives through guidance.

Soldiering on, then, from previous posts, you may remember that my Angels have in store for me an entirely new way of life, with new interactions, and, most importantly, a new way of thinking, separating me quite handily from my comfort zone (see post, April 27, 2010). Toward this end, I am busily reading—and doing—Napoleon Hill’s seminal book, Think and Grow Rich (Classic edition, published 1937). Having two definite purposes and following exactly his instructions in regard to those two purposes, I find that the substance of my inner dreams has radically changed.

I was alerted to the change immediately upon awakening this morning by a vivid, visual memory of one very important component of my inner dream. As I recognized guidance at work, I lay quietly in bed, going over the dream, or what I remembered of it. In substance, it seemed at first glance to be the “garden-variety” dream, i.e., a rehash of images, attitudes, and feelings left over from the day before; a dream that was relieving stress and cleaning my mental hard drive (see post, May 5, 2010). On deeper inspection, however, I was struck by how in keeping this seemingly innocuous dream was with one of the two definite purposes I am endeavoring to bring into my life through the teachings of Napoleon Hill. The vivid, visual image left with me upon awakening—that of an amorous man with a scruffy beard—also served to tie my waking and sleeping dreams together. My Angels are showing me that my outer dreams are beginning to percolate into my subconscious mind, where they are beginning to be processed for outward expression. That they are being processed is evident in the alteration of the substance of my sleeping dreams, which previously did not contain amorous men and none of them in beards.

You may have noticed the emphasis on the word “scruffy” in the paragraph above. It was with boundless surprise that I noticed the emphasis in my sleeping dream on that scruffy beard. My taste in men does not run to beards, and especially not to scruffiness. A three-day growth ordinarily leaves me cold. Why then, emphasize scruffiness in that vivid, visual image? Yet, somehow, that amorous attitude, coupled with a scruffy, light-brown beard has important meaning for me, which is why guidance went to so much trouble to bring it to my attention. Even more interestingly, that scruffy beard is intimately tied to one of my definite purposes, a purpose I have been training my subconscious mind to manifest for me these 25 days since I began to faithfully follow Napoleon Hill’s instructions. It’s unfolding and you, my dear readers, are in the front row seats of this drama before your eyes!

The very important take-home message in this post is that what you dream—or believe with strong emotion—in your waking moments appears in your sleeping dreams, as well. Changing your outer dreams, attitudes, and beliefs changes, also, your sleeping dreams, which then changes your life. Why not dream big and beautifully and live your dreams?