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Timing & Ghost Cat

Timing

14th Dec 2012

I found myself in some kind of work building. I was making my way to the exit, but I was constantly being blocked or stopped to chat with random people. I finally reached the stairs that lead to the main doors and again at the top of the stairs my path was blocked by someone.

We briefly spoke and as I was about to start on my way again I noticed a man who just started on the stairs was sweating profusely. This caught my attention and I noticed that he kept playing with his left arm, as though it was uncomfortable. Instantly my mind kicked into overdrive and I was next to him in a moment. I stopped him and told the person on the stairs who had originally stopped my movement to call an ambulance. I knew instinctively that this man was having a heart attack.

As I was helping the man, trying to make him more comfortable it occurred to me that all those times that I was stopped or simply caught up and unable to keep moving, it was all to make sure I was here when this man was. As though I was the only one who could save him, who would have noticed in time that he was having difficulties. I could hear sirens as the dream faded.

Ghost Cat

I wake up, lying in bed face down. I felt the cat jump up on to the bed and walk over me and up the left/wall side of the bed and lay down near the top, right by my head. I daren’t move, I don’t show that I am aware of its presence.  I was fearful; in the back of my mind these experiences usually mean the loss of the animal. I have had these dreams in the past the night a pet dies, I’ve always considered it to be their way of saying goodbye.  What makes these experiences more unnerving is that I have never been able to tell whether or not I am awake or asleep when they happen. If I am asleep; there is a seamless transition to being wakeful.

Wyvern and the Butterfly

Wyvern and the Giant Butterfly

May 16th 2012

I found myself in Wyvern’s bedroom sitting on the right hand side edge of his bed, it was dark as though the room was in a basement. It seemed to be longer than it was wide. Wyvern was playing with a giant black butterfly, the markings on it were silver with shades of blue/indigo[1][2].

I climbed into bed as he was playing with the butterfly, he placed it at the bottom of his bed between his feet and we slept. When I awoke Wyvern seemed to be panicking, he had lost the butterfly. I rolled out of bed to a sitting position hoping neither of us has rolled onto it in our sleep. The next thing I hear is a roar of anger from Wyvern…

*jump*

We were in the living room of my old house now, I was sat between the sofa (which my mother was sat on) and the chair (which Wyvern was sat on.) Wyvern was asking why he didn’t see it coming, why he let it happen. I kept trying to answer him, but the words wouldn’t form in my mouth, it was like a cross between a severe stammer and a mental inability to speak the words, as though some mystical power didn’t want me to answer it.

Eventually I manage to say that it was because he had shut himself down to protect himself. Something to do with the after effects of an earthquake. I felt, but was unable to say, that there were some strong spiritual sensations revolving around the earthquake. [The best way to explain the feelings would be to say, it was like a form of extra sensory perception, but the earthquake made/would make everyone more sensitive, so those who could feel it normally would be overloaded by the sensations.] I was unable to determine, whether this earthquake was something that had happened or was about to. As Wyvern understood what I was trying to say he had a moment of clarity and the dream ended.

 

 

[1] After a quick google search I found this.  http://www.flickr.com/photos/nick_land/3400982719/ it appears to be exactly like this photo, except the white markings were bright silver and the bluish colour in the lower centre were much more vivid.

[2] The imagery of a butterfly in a dream relates to the freed soul and immortality. There is no need for the soul to be trapped by the physical body. To me it would suggest that losing the butterfly means if you aren’t open at the time, an opportunity maybe lost/missed.