A dream story for Valentine’s Day:
The box with Melody’s old journal took a long time catching up with her, as she went through a series of house moves. When she finally opened the box, she was living in Texas, happily married to an astronomer who had three sons from his previous marriage. She leafed through the old journal and was stunned to read the following entry, from many years before:
With an astronomer in a bedroom. Three baby beds, three baby boys. He tells me, “I can’t come right now.”
At the time of the dream, there was no astronomer in her life. She had forgotten the dream until she read the old journal, but she was now quite certain that in dreaming, she had met her future husband.
More than a glimpse of the future, the dream seemed to be an actual encounter with the astronomer, in the situation he was in at that time. He couldn’t come to her then, perhaps because his kids were so young. When they met and married, his boys were much older.
“Our souls reached out to each other,” Melody told me when we talked about the dream.
I speculated that maybe she had had a whole series of subsequent encounters with the astronomer, in dreaming, rehearsing for their first physical meeting and their subsequent relationship.
I think it may be like that for all of us. Our souls reach to our soul friends and partners in dreaming, and sometimes we are lucky enough to join each other on the physical plane.
posted February 14, 2012 at 2:40 pm
I do believe that we initially form attachments with loved ones on a different plane than the physical, Robert. I dreamed about my second husband, and also saw in the dream that our relationship would be fleeting (we were together 6 years before he died of cancer at 55). In the dream, the man I was attracted to (my husband right before I met him)had just gotten out of a bath (In this part of the dream, I saw the water, not the man). The water was crystal blue and shimmering. I wrote my name it the water, and it was clear and legible. But after a few minutes it faded away. I tried writing it several times to make it stay permanently, but each time it disappeared.
posted February 14, 2012 at 5:57 pm
What a beautiful, bittersweet dream vision, Jenna. The image of writing your name on the water will linger. Bright blessings.
posted February 15, 2012 at 7:33 am
I know this feeling, of opening old journals.
Aww, I am in the sweetest of courtships and would not have opened myself to this relationship if I had not learned how to listen to coincidence and dream connections. It took one sentence and a shift of voice on his part and there I was seeing this man who I would not have ordinarily focused my attention on. One sentence and there was a bouquet of sychronitic ribbons, dreams and complete surrender for the first time In my whole life to a man! I shutter to think I would have missed the boat with him if I had not known how to listen up.