Using Our Spiritual Gifts to Glorify God
This is not a dream ... this is not a dream ...
Or is it?
I was dreaming that I was asleep. I mean, I was asleep ... but I was also dreaming. And the dream I was having inside my dream was that I was dreaming.
Drat, this isn't coming out right!
I'm asleep. I am dreaming.
The dream I am having is that I am asleep.
The dream me is also dreaming that I am asleep.
It's like this mobius strip of dreaming Kates.
And because it's my dream, we're all beautiful, perfectly coifed, no drool and certainly no snoring. Shush, this is my dream, I get to tell about it my way.
Anyhow. I am asleep, dreaming, lather, rinse, repeat.
In my dream, I begin dreaming that I am in a long long building. It vaguely resembles a hotel cooridor, just this long line of doors on both sides ... but this hallway is a couple stadiums long and lighted with a diffused strip running along the floorboard of each side.
There are about six people with me as I begin walking. One of them is my daughter Missy. Another is my friend Claire. One of my brothers is there and he is grousing about something, but I am in this extremely happy mood and I don't care about his complaining. Despite my happiness, however, the occasion is somber and we are all being quiet and respectful. We're around this table sitting in the middle of the lobby from which this hallway springs. We're talking about what happened to the occupants of this place, and in the course of the conversation I learn that the people have been missing for 25 years, this is a serious mystery and I am present as a psychic to determine what has happened to them.
My brother is scoffing at the notion.
I am explaining to Claire that while I *am* receiving feelings and intuition is leading me to know a bit of the story, I am not by any stretch a psychic and I cannot help her on this. I am worried that Claire will look like a laughing stock because she has represented me to the FBI as a psychic and I am not one.
We go in the first room, Claire and Missy and I. We leave the others in the hallway where my brother is complaining about the entire event as if it's some hardship to him that the FBI has brought us here to intuit what has happened to the people. He is himself an intuitive but he does not believe he really is. He doubts the existence of any such thing and yet he experiences it. My dream brother is, in short, exactly as he is in real life!
In the room we've entered, I start understanding what has happened to the people and Claire is taking notes about the story I am suddenly telling.
Are you with me? This is where it gets seriously messed up. Suddenly I realize within the dream that the whole FBI - Psychic thing means nothing. It's just a dream. What's important is what's about to happen in one of the other layers of the dream. I realize this fact and then all of a sudden it happens.
Not in the main dream ... of me dreaming that I'm dreaming ... but in the first layer, a man walks up to me -- and only in that layer, not in any other -- and he says "You are the dreamer." I say yes, I am. He says "But you are not the dreamer." I agree with him, that I am not the dreamer. And he smiles at me and says "You begin to understand." I say no, not really, I am just certain that you're wiser than I am, so I am following your lead. He laughs at this and tells me that my Father is very proud of me. I ask him if he means my earthly father or my heavenly Father. He says he means both of them because the earthly father is the image of the heavenly father and thus he is a reflection of a part of the father. (In my dream layer, this made perfect sense.)
Now it's going to get really messy ...
Because I am dreaming in layers of dreaming ... it's as if each layer of the dream starts figuring out pieces ... I'm constructing a living jigsaw between layers of the dream ... the "me" in layer three suddenly knows that each of our souls is a piece of God's soul and even as we're each so very individual we're also so very similar ... at the same time, the "me" in layer two realizes that there really IS something that draws us toward something inside us, something buried deep inside us perhaps from the moment of our creation, when we're broken off God's soul and put in our own little soul bubble ....
And in the midst of all these epiphanies I woke up.
And I came downstairs and I typed these words. I know there are more words to explain what I have learned in this dream. I just can't remember what it is. It's as if it was just too much to express. I'm not sure if I know it on any level or if it's just there waiting to be learned still and I only know of its presence.
I was dreaming that I was asleep. I mean, I was asleep ... but I was also dreaming. And the dream I was having inside my dream was that I was dreaming.
Drat, this isn't coming out right!
I'm asleep. I am dreaming.
The dream I am having is that I am asleep.
The dream me is also dreaming that I am asleep.
It's like this mobius strip of dreaming Kates.
And because it's my dream, we're all beautiful, perfectly coifed, no drool and certainly no snoring. Shush, this is my dream, I get to tell about it my way.
Anyhow. I am asleep, dreaming, lather, rinse, repeat.
In my dream, I begin dreaming that I am in a long long building. It vaguely resembles a hotel cooridor, just this long line of doors on both sides ... but this hallway is a couple stadiums long and lighted with a diffused strip running along the floorboard of each side.
There are about six people with me as I begin walking. One of them is my daughter Missy. Another is my friend Claire. One of my brothers is there and he is grousing about something, but I am in this extremely happy mood and I don't care about his complaining. Despite my happiness, however, the occasion is somber and we are all being quiet and respectful. We're around this table sitting in the middle of the lobby from which this hallway springs. We're talking about what happened to the occupants of this place, and in the course of the conversation I learn that the people have been missing for 25 years, this is a serious mystery and I am present as a psychic to determine what has happened to them.
My brother is scoffing at the notion.
I am explaining to Claire that while I *am* receiving feelings and intuition is leading me to know a bit of the story, I am not by any stretch a psychic and I cannot help her on this. I am worried that Claire will look like a laughing stock because she has represented me to the FBI as a psychic and I am not one.
We go in the first room, Claire and Missy and I. We leave the others in the hallway where my brother is complaining about the entire event as if it's some hardship to him that the FBI has brought us here to intuit what has happened to the people. He is himself an intuitive but he does not believe he really is. He doubts the existence of any such thing and yet he experiences it. My dream brother is, in short, exactly as he is in real life!
In the room we've entered, I start understanding what has happened to the people and Claire is taking notes about the story I am suddenly telling.
Are you with me? This is where it gets seriously messed up. Suddenly I realize within the dream that the whole FBI - Psychic thing means nothing. It's just a dream. What's important is what's about to happen in one of the other layers of the dream. I realize this fact and then all of a sudden it happens.
Not in the main dream ... of me dreaming that I'm dreaming ... but in the first layer, a man walks up to me -- and only in that layer, not in any other -- and he says "You are the dreamer." I say yes, I am. He says "But you are not the dreamer." I agree with him, that I am not the dreamer. And he smiles at me and says "You begin to understand." I say no, not really, I am just certain that you're wiser than I am, so I am following your lead. He laughs at this and tells me that my Father is very proud of me. I ask him if he means my earthly father or my heavenly Father. He says he means both of them because the earthly father is the image of the heavenly father and thus he is a reflection of a part of the father. (In my dream layer, this made perfect sense.)
Now it's going to get really messy ...
Because I am dreaming in layers of dreaming ... it's as if each layer of the dream starts figuring out pieces ... I'm constructing a living jigsaw between layers of the dream ... the "me" in layer three suddenly knows that each of our souls is a piece of God's soul and even as we're each so very individual we're also so very similar ... at the same time, the "me" in layer two realizes that there really IS something that draws us toward something inside us, something buried deep inside us perhaps from the moment of our creation, when we're broken off God's soul and put in our own little soul bubble ....
And in the midst of all these epiphanies I woke up.
And I came downstairs and I typed these words. I know there are more words to explain what I have learned in this dream. I just can't remember what it is. It's as if it was just too much to express. I'm not sure if I know it on any level or if it's just there waiting to be learned still and I only know of its presence.
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Permalink Reply by dean meason on
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Kathleem, I don't have a clue about your dream, but if it was my dream I would say to myself" dean you have too many things going on in your life, you have created the puzzle you are trying to put together, how are you doing? are you having fun yet? My answer to myself would of course be no, Soooooo I would begin the process of releasing those non-useful projects and responsibilitys
Peace....Dean
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