October 24, 2018
Last night I had an amazing dream where I am walking in my old neighborhood. I enter the house where I used to live. No one is in the house anymore. It is very cold. I walk into the bedroom and feel a presence in the room. I hear my mothers voice. I know her spirit is with me. I am not afraid. I can not see her but I know she is there. Knowing I can see spirits indirectly, I look over and see my moms dresser. I look through the mirror at an angle and see my moms face. She is dressed like a clown. How interesting I think to myself. I decide I want to see my own reflection in the mirror so I walk around the bed and stand in front of the mirror to look at myself. As my image comes into focus in the mirror, I look exactly like my mother. I am dressed like a clown with all my facial features accentuated. We have the exact same face and same make-up.
I decide to walk around the house to see if I recognize anything. I walk through the kitchen and find it to be much larger than what I remember it to be. It is not any kitchen I have ever lived in in waking life but yet it is a kitchen I am intimately familiar with.
I decide to walk outside. The landscape has rolling hills. The village sits along a coast line. Someone walks with me. The person is wearing a purple hat. I believe it is my mother. I want to show her I have the ability to fly. I ascend with just a thought soaring high like a kite. I can see the coast line much better from this perspective. I fly toward the coast line noticing the depth of the water increases immediately after moving off shore. I worry I don’t know how to swim so I fly hugging the coast. I can see the fish swimming in the deep waters. I feel free.