About two months ago, I decided to get back into my daily meditation routine. Back in the mid-1990’s, I started attending workshops with Dr. Wayne Dyer, Deepak Chopra, and a few others when ever they would be in town or close by enough for me to drive and see them. Meditation became a daily obsession for about a couple of years from late 1995 until around March of 1998. At that time, I had become so engrossed in musical theater performing that I did not have time to do meditation on a daily basis and it fell by the wayside.
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So, after spending ten years with my world totally being focused on theater with no time for other activities such as meditation, or dating, or dinners with friends, or basically anything else, I have found that time again since giving up theater as an extracurricular activity. I had forgotten how intense and relaxing it can be. I find myself more focused at work, my blood pressure has lowered, and my dreams are more vivid and almost precognitive in nature. In my dream diary, I logged a powerful dream on April 18th and in the dream, I was a child walking hand in hand with my mother. I knew that this wasn’t a dream about me…the child in the dream was not me and the woman I was holding hands with was not MY mother, but the mother of the child in the dream. In the dream, we were walking down a sidewalk in a very small town. I could see the stoplights turning red and yellow and green. I could see the cars driving down the street and there was a drizzling cold rain coming down. My mother and I were wearing raincoats and she was carrying an umbrella which she was having trouble holding because the winds were very gusty.
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I looked up and saw two tornadoes in the sky above the small town in the distance. I heard the mother scream and I as the child in the dream yelled “Run, Mommy!” From there, I remember running into a huge building which looked like a hotel lobby of some sort. I heard what sounded like a freight train followed by glass breaking and a loud crashing noise…and then the dream ended. It was only a couple of days later when the unusual tornado hit Suffolk, Virginia…a town which is very close to my own home town of Roanoke Rapids, NC. I used to spend a great deal of time up there with family because my great-aunt Margie lived in that area.
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So, these days I’m paying very close attention to my dreams. Maybe it’s just coincidence, but maybe I could dream about a series of numbers and win the lottery. Hey, stranger things have happened!!
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Hope your day is blessed!
