Bonny
Hi there,
In a dream, a female ancestor who treated me like her own daughter, was walking along in a place (of higher learning, which is where I normally hang out) and shecwent straight past me.
She was wearing a trench coat , a sand coloured one that I own , and she smartly walked up two flights of stairs. There was no one else there. She was doing what was required.
This woman wouldn't have worn such an item in her life on earth (too fancy) and she didn't really like my appetite for furthering my learning. But she was committed and reliable and loved me in a quiet, heroic, humble way.
I ran back and called out to her. Repeatedly. She didn't hear me.
Eventually I called with a note of dissolving strength and rampant powerlessness. She stopped. I could see her face through the stairs. Her hair was cut short and grey. She was calm and responsible. She heard me call her. She didn't see me.
Then I woke up.
I don't know why this happened in my dream.
We have some indigenous heritage so I take it as a sacred experience.
Her presence reminded me of the soil that I came from. There was a solitary, lonely feeling to her as well. But she was serene. Maybe this serenity and plain steadiness was her gift to me and the gift in the dream.
Any other recommendations?
Bonny
In a dream, a female ancestor who treated me like her own daughter, was walking along in a place (of higher learning, which is where I normally hang out) and shecwent straight past me.
She was wearing a trench coat , a sand coloured one that I own , and she smartly walked up two flights of stairs. There was no one else there. She was doing what was required.
This woman wouldn't have worn such an item in her life on earth (too fancy) and she didn't really like my appetite for furthering my learning. But she was committed and reliable and loved me in a quiet, heroic, humble way.
I ran back and called out to her. Repeatedly. She didn't hear me.
Eventually I called with a note of dissolving strength and rampant powerlessness. She stopped. I could see her face through the stairs. Her hair was cut short and grey. She was calm and responsible. She heard me call her. She didn't see me.
Then I woke up.
I don't know why this happened in my dream.
We have some indigenous heritage so I take it as a sacred experience.
Her presence reminded me of the soil that I came from. There was a solitary, lonely feeling to her as well. But she was serene. Maybe this serenity and plain steadiness was her gift to me and the gift in the dream.
Any other recommendations?
Bonny