A Passport to my Dreams

The dream this morning is a rather unusual one for me. This one startled me from a deep sleep. I am walking in a large international airport. It is either London's Heath row or it is Chicago's O'hare. I am running along with my carry-on bag trailing behind me and my passport in hand.

Suddenly, I hear this booming voice over the public address system. It calls for me to report to the customs and immigration office. I look around and I locate this office and walk in. It is an empty white room. The immigration officer is seated behind a sliding glass window waiting to see me. He looks smart in his blue uniform. I get this instant picture in my mind of my girlfriend, Haki, in Madrid, Spain. I see her smiling face. The p.a. system booms out with another announcement paging me to find the courtesy phone to receive an important message. Then bizarrely the room becomes weightless! It is like we are in outer space and I float and tumble up into air toward the far corner of the ceiling of the room. The voice over the p.a. keeps repeating the message and the volume goes up to some insane level. The whole room and my entire body reverberates from the intensely loud voice. I scream back, "What the hell is going on here!" "God?" Then I clearly hear the small still voice of my friend Helen whisper to me, "Shhhh! Hush, Darl.  This is all a part of my plan to get you and Haki back together." Then I bolt straight up out of my dream and then lie back in bed thinking, "What the hell just happened?" "Should I message Helen and ask what she is up to?"

I get up to go pee and then go back to sleep. I dream again. I am introduced in the dream, by a butler, to an elderly woman named "Aunt Edith" we sit in her Victorian era living room drinking tea. We are making pleasant conversation. Aunt Edith is a wealthy woman who is dying. I get the impression she is quite taken over my romance with Haki and it seems her dying wish to use her resources to bring our dream of a life together to fruition  At last I wake up and again I am left sitting here gobsmacked. What the hell just happened?

I sure get the impression that there are powerful forces quietly at work behind the scenes on my behalf. I want to believe that. Where the reality lies, if there is one, I do not know. Are these dreams a manifestation of my deepest subconscious heartfelt wishes? I would say yes. Could my desires take on physical concretion? That is an interesting thing to meditate on this morning!