An interesting dream

I was back home on our land. Our house was completed, and we had a nice mature grape arbor (we're planning one, but don't have it now). I went to the arbor and saw my step father, and we talked. He spoke wistfully of my mom, and I agreed it was sad we could only get glimpses of her, because she was on "the other side". Then I woke up. What is interesting about this dream is that my step father passed over in 2004. Yet while I was with him, it was as if he and I were "alive" and my mother the one who had passed over. Perhaps this is how it feels on the other side. (BTW, my step father was a great gardener and had a lovely grape arbor.)

Is your mom still alive, Ayesha? Do I have that right?

What a fascinating dream. I've been having vivid dreams once again too, but I haven't visited the other side--although my uncle, who passed over in July, was in one of my recent vivid dreams, and he looked healthy and happy, which was nice. (He suffered greatly before he passed.)

Perhaps your stepfather will help you realize your dream of your own grape arbor.

and in fairly good health. She'll be 90 this year, and it isn't unusual for folks in her family to live into their 90s and be lively and alert.

I'm hoping Dad will be helping guide us as we build our garden. That would be nice. And it was nice there on the other side.

I don't have any insight in reference to what this dream means though. I'm glad that you had a nice visit with your step-father, ayesha. :)

much more than with my mother, who has issues of her own to deal with that makes her more stand-offish. Dad was very surprised to find out there was life after death--he was terrified of dying, and hung onto his body until it finally made him go. I still recall seeing him at his funeral-a white light, almost like a star-as he watched the whole proceeding with a feeling of satisfaction. I've only seen him in dreams twice since then-once walking through the woods with his favorite dog, and now. I'll have to tell Mom he sends his love to her when I call her next week. She's cool about these sort of things.

If it were my dream I might think I was using my male side a little more at the moment than my feminine side. Maybe you're doing a lot of active work that puts you in tune with your step-father and has put your mother on the "other side" for the time being.

The dream has some nice symbols too. The grape is a good symbol of a potential spirituality in the earth since it's the source of wine, the "wine" of spirit.

The fact you've accomplished so much in the dream and the grapes are already mature suggests that you've already done a lot of nurturing of this side of you, the spiritual side of your daily labor in the earth and now you are in a place to enjoy the fruits of your labor.

Maybe you're about to or wanting to get in better touch with your mother (or your mother side, your "mother-God") and you're just reminding yourself of this.

In any case, the dream felt to me mostly like a pat on the back for a job well done.

I understand that now, and why it is so. But it was easier to like and love my step father. It was funny, as I was coming out of the dream, I couldn't quite figure out where I was--and I wanted to go back to the grape arbor. I've been sick with a bad cold with chest congestion, and it wasn't around in the dream, of course. From what you wrote, I'm wondering if maybe I'm longing to enjoy my spiritual fruits on a spiritual plane. It's always been a lure to me, and one that has been a concern of others--so if I am to share the fruits of growth here, may they go to the people that need them the most.

And who knows? Maybe the dream was to remind me of the bit of karma to unravel between myself and my mother.

But, I think that your step dad was letting you know that he is there and will be watching over your grape arbor.

They send us messages all the time you know!

I was always my mother's favorite out of the six of us. Though my mother was wonderful to all of us, my sisters and I always assumed that this was because I had been born very premature and almost did not make it. Anyway, several months after Mom died she came to visit me in a dream.

In the dream, I was 14-16 months old. She was playing with me and swing me around by my pudgy little baby wrists. I could feel my curly hair against her face as we laughed and played. When she put me down something spilled on the floor and, I said, "I help you mommy, I help you.."

Then her voice said to me in the dream, "That's why I always loved you so."

When I woke up I had to laugh because this is the same love I feel for my youngest son. He has always been there for me, offering to help from a very young age. It has made for an extraordinary bond btw us.

Sometimes the message in the dream is quite literal and other times it is a bit abstract. I am glad that he made contact with you. That's always fun- even if it is not always easy to interpret.

;-)

I've been meeting with a lot of people from my soul group in dreams lately--just like you and your stepdad--but in my dreams, we redo scenarios that happened in real life, only differently, so everything comes out happy, or at least neutral and content, and nobody is hurt. I've been feeling like I've been untying some karmic knots in my dreams lately. I figure it's part of the preparation, you know?

I was with a large group of people in my dreams last night, and there was a lot going on, among which were authors of plays rewriting their scripts! Interesting that you had a dream of a similar nature. Maybe it is for the preparation.

Not a dimension that is necessarily a place one goes after physical death, but a death of the old reality...a dimensional shift on one's soul journey that the two of you understood and shared.
Sounds like your mother can't yet cross into that place and be with either of you there at this time, which is a bit sad for both of you. And was your father letting you know of a completion for you (house finished, mature grapes) on this path you two shared? A full ripening and completion.
Like saying to you, "Well done, good harvest."

Or showing you what promise the journey holds?

it could be a ripening on his part as well. In life, he felt all this "new age" stuff was bunk, even though my mother and I both read and discussed the Seth books, and Mom had me use the Ouija board to contact spirits. My stepdad had a heart attack and "died" but was revived almost immediately (they were right next to an EMT station when it happened)--after that, he said he knew that after death there was nothing. A wise woman I know said that he hadn't been dead long enough to realize there was something else. Anyway, because of this experience, he was terrified of dying. For the last two years of his life, as his body shut down, he clung tenaciously to life, and, at the end, was very much afraid. As I said upthread, it was a relief to see him at his funeral and realize he was ok and not in a mental concept prison of his own making.

I am wondering, though, about the whole deal. My landlord is my doctor, and she came down last night after hearing me coughing. She did a quick examination, told me I had the beginnings of pneumonia, and is phoning in a scrip this morning for me. As I said before, the other side is enticing for me--I'm wondering if, somehow, in that dream I made a choice that means I stay here a while longer. There is no way I would have gone to the doctor about the cough, you see--if pneumonia came, it would have come with a vengeance like it did ten years ago, only this time I would have crossed over instead of lying with a high fever. So I guess there is more work to do.

diagnosis. It seems I've been hearing a lot about people getting pneumonia this year. It feels like weariness and exhaustion of the bodies defenses.

Sounds like perhaps the dream does tie into that.

When you said you were 'back home' and the house was completed, I wasn't sure whether you were referring to your current place or your childhood home.

I got the scrip this morning, and took it. Felt nauseous and then had areas of pain in my back--actually my lungs--where my doctor had said there was the beginnings of congestion. I was doing Qi Gong breathing ever since last night, visualizing the excess chi coming out as smoke. Did the same thing with the back pain. Then I felt totally drained and grey--yes, a grey feeling over my being. Anyway, I kept watching the breath and in about an hour I felt better. I have a feeling that the breathing practice coupled with the scrip really started working on the infection.

I'll know soon enough--I take my second dose of the day in less than half an hour.

As for the home, it was the house we are working on now, not a childhood home. My husband has been planning it for years, making it out of recycled materials. The big thing is actually building it will hinge on him being able to do some of the work. We go to a specialist Wednesday to see if there is anything they can do to make his muscles work without pain and fatigue.