“I Don’t Think We’re In Kansas Anymore, Toto.”

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Photo – Courtesy of Casa Dresden

  • Then & Now Project: The journey from “I do” to “I don’t” to “What now” is complicated. This project shares snippets from my book (taken from my journal) that reveal pieces of that journey in a “that was then, this is now” format. My posting days match with journal entry days (sort of a time-fusion) and focus on what I hope will offer food for thought in your own life – whether you do, don’t, or might. Enjoy!

 

DREAM LOGS

Dream, April 1, 1994 • “Eric and I are going out for dinner … he gives me flowers … he presents me with a white silk kimono. There is a hand-painted symbol on the front. Broad yet delicate brush strokes form a red circle, and deep blue strokes run vertically through the circle. Very oriental in character … custom made for me … he kisses me … I don’t resist … he’s trying to give me what he feels I need … I am grateful …”

Dream, April 2, 1994 • “Ray and I are sleeping on a mattress, on the floor in the back bedroom. We start to make love … It surprises me that he would want to do this … I awaken (in the dream) and realize I was dreaming … and see him sleeping in a fetal position … I try to wake him but he is in a deep sleep … Then I really wake up.”

Dream, April 3 • “Ray is moving his stuff out. I find razor blades scattered on our bed … I show them to him …“


2010:  If you asked me to list five things that had an impact on me as a child, dreams would be on that list. Voices. Visions. Nightmares. The line between the waking world and dreaming world was often fuzzy.

I always had vivid dreams. As I grew older I got comfortable with them and gradually learned to welcome their wisdom. Dreams offered another view – another way to look at and process things that were going on in my life. (Take away the psychology and I had a front row seat at the movies every night!)

I don’t think there is a one of us who isn’t a little bit curious about our dreams. Ever notice how your dream time gets more active when you’re going through a challenge or trying to make a decision? Venting dreams. Message dreams. Ever stop to listen and discern?

Well get ready for what that looks like. Where March roared in like a lion with its “real-world” pain, April entered like a lamb and gently opened the door to a world of dreams, angel signs, synchronicities, Spirit dialogs, visions and insights.

 

  • Post Number Eighteen: There were 52 entries in my book for the month of March – more in my original journal! I can see where they were all necessary to clear the way for April, a month with a very different tempo. (Writing under fire pays off!)
  • A Funny Thought: If I could go back to 1994, right now? I would say, “Bernadette, it’s a gorgeous day outside and you have me in here at this keyboard? Oh. And hold onto your hat. That dream time line is about to get fuzzy again!
  • About This Post: I’m attempting to merge the nine months recorded in Bernadette’s Pages with the present here – but still can’t figure out how to format it in a neat and tidy way. So, it’s probably going to be raw and choppy in places. I’ll throw in some quotes and bullets to guide you along. If I lose you somewhere, let me know. I’ll come back to get you.

The Messy Room and my Facebook Page are two ways that I share the “HOW” of it! Please join me and SPREAD THE WORD.

You CAN get here from there!

 

Excerpts ©2006 from Bernadette’s Pages: An Intimate Crossroad

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One Response to ““I Don’t Think We’re In Kansas Anymore, Toto.””

  1. Juliette says:

    Oh those dreams… I wish I would have started a dream diary a LONG time ago. It would make a very interesting book for sure. For me, they give me insight to what I’m afraid of and what it is I don’t see in my awake time.

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