So many mornings I have woken up and immediately said to my husband, “I had the weirdest dream.” It doesn’t even phase him anymore because it happens so often.

My dreams are very vivid and I almost always remember them in great detail. A wise woman told me recently that I should be keeping a journal of them because she believes I know how to astral travel and even time travel deep in my subconscious. But, then I forget how when I am awake and my socially conditioned brain takes over. From the dream experiences I have had, I can see that being a real possibility. Especially because when I wake up I still feel very tired, as if I haven’t slept at all because my spirit body was active in another dimension while my physical body was in bed.

I did an internet search on vivid dreaming and came across a lengthy online discussion about it. Most of the people in the conversation were very disturbed by their dreams and had sought out doctor after doctor to “cure” them with medication, yet nothing seemed to work. It made me sad for them and their situation.

Not all of my dreams are pleasant. In fact, some are downright terrifying. Even so, I would not forfeit my gift of vivid dreaming. Yes, I do see it as a gift, as verified by the wise woman, because some of them are so amazingly prophetic.

Recently, I had a series of four dreams that were the most vivid of any I’d ever experienced.

In the first segment, I was running through a small field, having just emerged from the edge of a wooded area. It was raining lightly, but I must have been running for some time because I was soaked through and through. I crouched behind a bail of hay, not necessarily scared, but knowing I needed to stay out of sight for a time. I could feel the coldness of the mist on my skin and the slipperiness of the wet grass. The sweet smell of the hay filled my nose and the straws poked my palms.

The second segment started where the first had left off. I stood up from behind the bail of hay and watched a cloud of smoke trail across the sky not far in the distance. It was a damaged plane quickly falling into a hillside just beyond the field. While standing there watching, I was briefly transported into the plane with the pilot, a military serviceman, who knew he wouldn’t survive. The instant the plane crashed, I was back in the field again.

Again, the third dream began where the last ended. The sun was brightening through the clouds and I looked upward to the sky. The raindrops seemed to fall in slow motion on my face. Time itself slowed all around me almost to a complete stop, except for one tiny drop that descended gently towards me. It grew bigger into a bubble that floated into my outstretched hands. Inside the bubble was a newborn baby dove.

In the fourth and final dream, the dove grew into a young, wise bird. It clung high upon my back between my shoulder blades and lifted me into the air, into flight. The dove and I merged into one being and flew to heights far above the earth. There were no boundaries.

These dreams have significant meaning for me, though they may have a different meaning for you, so I will keep my interpretation from influencing yours.

Peace to you, my friends, when your eyes are open and when they are closed.