Over the years I have learnt to pay attention to my dreams, that is when I remember them, of course. The thing is that I always know which ones to pay attention to because they remain in my consciousness vividly for a long time afterwards. They leave a strong impression, a sense of actually being right there alive in the midst of what is taking place in the dream, and the experience can sometimes be so powerful that when I wake up all I want to do is share it with my husband or write it down so that I never forget what was said, what I saw, who was in it. I never used to do this. I used to be cynical and dismissive of people who claimed God communicated to them through dreams, but after years of having dreams which either became a reality or were a warning for something that would happen, I have learnt to be a bit more open-minded, a bit more humble and to trust more in my own instincts and in how truly unfathomable God really is. After dreaming about a friend drowning who then told me when I shared the dream with her that she had been contemplating suicide, after dreaming about my mum dying whilst she laughed and then having to fly home to Spain after receiving the news that she had had a brain aneurysm and lives today to tell the tale, after dreaming about people well-known to me whose behaviour towards others and sometimes me is significantly different from that I perceive in my daily life, after dreaming about a self-confessed friend betraying that friendship behind my back to then experience that betrayal by that very person in real life, has left no doubt in my mind that dreams are so much more than dreams, at least some of them are. I take particular notice of those dreams where I see or hear specific images and words that I can then remember to the letter when I wake up; those dreams where you wake up feeling like you have just lived through something extraordinary, something supernatural.
Whilst away on holiday this summer I had one of those unforgettable dreams. We got away on our caravan and there was not a computer or TV on sight, so I know what I dreamt was not the result of an over active mind and imagination.
As I recall it, I was in a house with lots of people in California, when all of a sudden the ground beneath our feet begins to shake violently. The level of fear I experienced in the dream was considerable because I woke up as a result and though aware I was now awake, in my consciousness it felt like I had just experienced and survived an event of absolute catastrophic proportions. In the dream, the floor beneath us began to show wide cracks and through the cracks flames of fire shot up. Such was the magnitude of the earthquake that it seemed the earth’s core was surfacing through the cracks of the house we were at. In my mind I knew this earthquake was affecting a very large area and I don’t know how, but it was imprinted strongly in my mind to the point of absolute certainty that it was in California. Despite the chaos, and the ground’s violent shaking, we remained unharmed and frozen by the shock and the fear. Next thing I remember is a black lady touching my arm as if wanting to speak to me, and I then asked her what it was that she wanted to which she responded: “You are now mature”. “It is time to bring it/things forth”. END OF THE DREAM
I felt the need to put this dream out there for those who have ears to hear and eyes to see. I see no sense in me having this experience other than it is meant to be shared. I am also aware that I have many followers/readers in the California area, as I am aware that many others have had similar dreams and visions in recent months, so I felt it was important to simply publish it and let people make what they will of it.
If you have any insights, interpretations or views on this, I would love to hear them. If you think I am bonkers, please pray for me.
Thank you for reading!
