Has anyone else experienced this kind of thing, no matter what the subject matter?
OK! This is what happened last night whilst Martin & I slept:
MY DREAM:
We were sitting in the cafe to the side of the gym, eating lunch with another one of the regular gym members. (We don’t actually know this man’s name, but he is Muslim and we refer to him as “Strong Aura” because, his energy kicks ass. He’s a Michael, for those of you who know what that means!)
OK! S.A. wanted to have lunch with us, because he was leaving and he wanted to make sure to say goodbye. Martin had bought him a ‘farewell’ card with a lion’s head on it with “Lion’s Heart” written on the front, as well as two books. The first book explained about the lion’s heart whilst the second was about the place where S.A. was moving to. Martin had folded over pages of interest in both books for S.A. to read.
Martin then made a point of saying the the Lions Heart was him and pointed him at some pages of interest in the first book to explain what he meant.
As we finished lunch and some other folk started to join us (I assume the same as in Martin’s dream below), S.A. opened the second book up at a marked page to reveal an aerial shot of the place he was going, stating “That is where I am going because that is where my Father is.” Although the picture was of a road layout, it actually looked more like the remains of a temple’s foundations.
I then gave S.A. a hug, told him he would be missed and to keep himself safe.
I then woke up and felt great grief consume me at the thought of his leaving. Weird really because, S.A. actually always puts me on edge, in the real world. He has got an extremely strong aura about him and feels quite intimidating (although he’s actually a nice chap and always helps Martin out)! Even his jacket left lying around unattended gives off the same energy – I always know it’s his, even before I actually know it’s his, if you know what I mean.
MARTIN’S DREAM
Martin was in the same gym as my dream, working out with S.A. Suddenly all those that he had known but had died came into the gym and stood around him. They then beckoned for him to go with them. But he didn’t want to go, so stubbornly refused.
Martin then woke up in a cold sweat, at the same time as I woke up, consumed with grief.
Cool, eh? So then, does anyone else share dreams?
Oh! Yeah! And if anyone fancies interpreting that one… Siddle?
Asked by A J Ryder