My dreams
Hello all,
It has taken me a few days to think about what has happened. I have never experienced what took place and rather than keep it to myself, I decided to share my experience with you all. Even now, as I sit here typing this out, there is a presence here stroking my hair. I feel it, as sure as I am looking at this computer screen.
The only way I can describe this and forgive me if this is incorrect, but the only way to describe this experience is having a waking dream. A few days ago, I was sitting on my sofa looking at my tarot cards and wondering why I wasn't able to get back to the classroom dream. I was looking at the wood on the table, in between my cards and it was liked I phased out. My eyes were open, but my mind went somewhere else.
I was back in the classroom, sitting at one of the desks. I was looking around and saw that noone was there. So I thought 'Noone is here, I think I will leave.' I got up to go and I was no longer in the classroom. I was in a place. It was very dark, a sort of black/green space. I couldn't see in front of me anywhere, but it wasn't foggy. I am not panicking, but soon I hear clicking footsteps. Out of the murk, comes this little man/woman. I am not sure what he is, so I guess he is androgenous. He is not a dwarf, he is just a little person. He is dressed in what I would call Baroque-style clothing. His shoes are black with a heel, he has white stockings, his pants come to his knees, his jacket is like an Eisenhower style with tails. His shirt is ruffled with a high cravat. I noticed the color of the outfit is dark, dark green with a bright white shirt. He is not wearing jewelry, but his jacket has a beautiful brocade that outlines it. His face is very thin, he has a long spindlely nose. His hair is a golden brown along with his eyes.
He motions me to sit down, which I do on what I don't know. He then asks me if I remember him from long ago. I looked at him and said no. He then said "he knew me when I was a little girl." With that the scene changes and I am in a lobby of an old, old hotel. My father's college was located there and I distinctly remember as a little girl having nightmares about this place and this figure coming out of a classroom. I was frightened (of course I was 6 or 7 at the time) and woke up in a cold sweat. The little person told me he never wanted to frighten me but he wanted to talk to me to tell me he was going to help me. The whole dream from my youth came back to me, and i no longer felt afraid of the little man.
I am sorry if this is not making sense, but I am trying to piece this all together as best as possible for you. We are back in the black/green place and he tells me that he has been around me since that time, trying to contact me, but I was not open to anything. Now that I am, he is telling me that what I need to learn is important, but I am trying too hard to do that. And then with one word again he said "Patience" He then got up and left.
I am back in the classroom, and look around again and noone is there. I wake myself out of whatever I was in, my waking dream. This was about 3 or 4 days ago. I have been trying to make sense of it all. I have not had any dreams that I can remember. OH!! Btw, I asked him his name, he smiled and answered "I". So, that is his name I. That is my adventure. I hope y'all will comment on it.
Baroli