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"Blog City Prompt Forum" ![]() ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ![]() My recurring dreams started in my childhood. I was chased night of night by bears. Most of the time it was one big brown bear. Sometimes there were many bears. I asked everyone I knew what I could do to stop it. My uncle taught me lucid dreaming. That talent helped me deal with them because I learned to control my dreams enough that I could jump up or climb a tree to leap off and fly away. I was gifted an Edgar Cayce dream dictionary, and I keep my own dream journal and a daily diary. By keeping the journals, I learned my personal patterns. I saw how a fight with my mother triggered the bear. But the most significant and shocking discovery in my journals was the profound proof that some dreams are prophesizing dreams. I learned how they feel. I have only had a few but there is no doubt at all. With me it’s a knowing. Not, "I wonder if…" That’s the best explanation I can give you. My dream symbols are basically standard. But because we are each unique and have different experiences, my interpretations don’t (always) match others. That’s ok with me. I used to go by the handle Anotherdreamer here and other sites. I can talk about actual dreams indefinitely. (that’s my exaggerating writer in me speaking) But seriously it is a fascinating subject. Our dreaming minds can at times have shared dreams with nearby dreamers. I used to ask everyone to tell me their dreams in the morning while I cooked breakfast for my five grandchildren. Many times, our dreams or sometimes just a few of them, were shared themes. And that makes sense in a family living in the same house. Because of shared experiences. One time when I was working at Heartlight, I had a dream and wrote it in my journal immediately. It was about a big-headed horse. I was mad at it. It had jumped a fence and chased a beautiful horse into a large spool of barbed wire. I chased the big-headed horse out of the field. The dream was intense. I felt anger, and fear for the loved horse. None of this made any sense to me and my years of dream interpretations. Nada, nope it made me wonder, well whose dream is this? I planned to ask around. Minutes after making that entry, my cell phone sang the music I set for another employee. He asked me to pick him up and take him to the car dealership so he could drive Neale’s car back to Heartlight. When I pulled into the address he had given me, I was spooked. There was a big spool of wire in the field with a horse. As soon as he opened the door to jump my car he began a retelling of my dream nearly word for word. It must have happened at the exact time of my dream. https://www.dreamdictionary.org/ is helpful there are many more resources out there. This app is cheap and would be useful to anyone learning about dream work. Edgar Cayce’s Dream Dictionary - App on Amazon Appstore https://www.amazon.com/Edgar-Cayces-A-R-E-Dream-Dictionary/dp/B008AM1SH4 ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |