Today was one of those mornings when I woke from my dreams thinking “Huh???”.
All of them seemed to be taking place on a school campus, but it kept shifting between elementary and high school.
In one, I saw my daughter Jenni speaking to a woman and walked over to say hello. She put out her hand and “introduced” herself to me using her full, given name which is odd as she’s been so insistent about using her middle name for years now. The woman she was talking to, out of the blue, suggested we go sit on the lawn and pray. I calmly explained to her that we aren’t the praying type, and she just accepted it and went on her way.
In the next one, the entire campus was walking over to a grassy area for some kind of presentation. As we walked, there were spots on the grass which were lighting up in various patterns and words, and I found myself thinking that it must have taken them a long time to get it all set up, yet none of it and been there the day before. When we got to the area, there were video clips on screens depicting mothers whose children had been poisoned by vaccines and food additives. There were piles of boxes containing candy and other foods on the tables. The ingredients on the outside of the boxes looked pretty healthy, but when you opened the boxes, there was a completely different list of ingredients, most of which were highly toxic.
The man in charge of this program started talking and a number of us found that he was nothing more than a snake oil salesman. We challenged what he was saying and he went into a rant about how he had worked with all of the government agencies. His claim was that if it was brown, he’d worked with them. (this didn’t really make sense to me in the dream, nor does it now). His shirt was covered with engraved badges in black stock with white lettering. The only one I remember reading said “FBI”. He talked about how he had worked at Rocketdyne for a number of years as well. (a lot of this sounds pretty random and it did in the dream as well.)
I grabbed one of the boxes and took it to the school office. I wanted to find out who had cleared this man to speak on campus, and to make them aware of what he was really about. I spoke to the Vice Principal who said that Kay and Luke had already brought him an even worse example than the one I showed him, and that he was shutting the guy down. I also voiced my concerns about him speaking on other campuses and was assured that word had been sent out to other schools in the state via some kind of school-wide network.
I then found myself in a car with a couple of women and one of them was telling me that she loved this guy’s products and fed her kids his spaghetti sauce all the time. I asked her if she even read the real ingredients and she had some weird explanation. As I sat in the car, a jar of spaghetti sauce popped open and spilled all over the floor. I exited the car at that point, neglecting to mention the spilled sauce. I remember the thought crossing my mind that just the smell of the sauce might have some kind of mind altering properties to it.
A lot of things in this dream didn’t really make sense to me but at the top of the list was the purpose of my presence on this school campus. I was neither student, teacher nor parent, and yet I seemed to belong there, as did many other adults who were among the most vocal in exposing this man for what he really seemed to be doing. After we had voiced our concerns, we went back to our jobs. Mine suddenly had a large number of research projects on which I was working with extensive staffs. As the projects piled up, I found myself feeling overwhelmed, but then chastised myself for not using slack time I’d had to get ahead on some things I knew were coming up. After that, I just geared myself up to work some long hours in order to get ahead of all of my projects.
Although I’m not making much sense of any of this, I felt a sense of urgency to get it documented while it was still fresh in my brain. I trust that, in time, some of it will allow me to form some kind of connection with things I need to be aware of in the coming weeks.
Interestingly, Toby kept waking me up at critical points in the dreams so that I was sure to remember parts of them. Accident or Universal design?
I’m not adding gratitudes to this post as it is more of a brain dump of my dreams, and I’ll put up a “real” post later tonight.
A final thought occurred to me just before I hit the “publish” button. I had a sandwich with rye bread for lunch yesterday and half a wrap sandwich with onion rings last night for dinner. Could the dream just be my brain telling me that what I had eaten yesterday was poisonous for my body?
Love and light.
