TreasureDreamWisdom

I recently stumbled on a set of dreams I recorded about my dear Aunt Magdalene- the Matriarch of my family on my paternal side. On November 18, 1999, I dreamt:

My favorite Aunt Magdalene is in a hospital room surrounded by bright pink and gold light. There are nurses in white all around. I hold her hand in mine and bring it close to my chest while I rock uncomfortably. She asks me to chant, and I do. The nurses carry her in their arms close to the window.

Nine days later, my Aunt Maggie did in fact pass on to the other side.

This dream is significant becauase it was to be the first of many pre-cognitive dreams I would have over the next 24 years. It is also significant because as I would recount this dream over the next two decades the dream images began to shift. The nurses became angels and they don’t just carry Aunt Maggie close to the window they carry her through the window. And the hand I hold close to my heart becomes the hand that waves to me goodbye. Several weeks prior to my Aunt’s death, my father visited me in a dream and very calmly tells me that Aunt Maggie is dead. This dream then conflated with the dream of her being spirited away and now it has all become one dream. What I have since come to understand about dreams is that the dream continues to dream itself. This is something I learned from one of my dear teachers, Jeremy Taylor. Once a dream has made itself known to the dreamer, it can continue to share new information- like chapters in a book. And as we deepen our understanding of our dream lives, our new understanding will also inform the dreams in this sort of bi-directional information exchange. This is not the same as being a poor historian of one’s dream wisdom. This is sacred work. This is the work of evolution.

The pre-cognitive dream becomes a cypher- a container for my own grief which increases my capacity to hold space, fear and grief for others. In this way, I am able to be of service in the deepest , most meaningul way possible. It becomes the beginning of my stewardship in shepherding those I love through the pain of grief and loss.