Greetings!
One morning, I woke up from a dream.
Here was the dream -
Two sisters were talking to a male friend. I seemed to be the younger sister. The older sister in the dream was not my sister in life. We seemed to be in our late teens to early 20 s. The male friend was tall with above average built. Suddenly, we heard men chatting and footsteps. We were on the top floor of a 3 or 4 story house. The older sister said, "Oh, No! Father and his friends are coming up the stairs! Father does not like XXXXXXX (the male friend)! What are we going to do?" The me in the dream thought for a brief while. I walked to the top of the stairs, and said loudly, "Father, you are home! XXXXXXX is here. He comes to visit us. He is about to leave." Then I walked back to where they stood. I said, "Don't worry! Father will not get mad in front of his friends. And, XXXXXXX should leave right away after greeting our father." (The characters in the dream were Europeans.)
I woke up from the dream. Later, I wrote it down in my journal. At the end, I wrote "Who is XXXXXXX?"
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A few days later I went to a lecture on mantras.
I had gone to this place before. The founder (deceased) dedicated his life for service to humanity and peace of the world. His students in U.K. and different places in U.S.A. continued with the mission. This place had good energy. It showed the devotion of the students to the founder as well as their dedication for service.
Later I learned those of us who had learned the mantras were welcomed to participate in the prayer service for world peace which was held once a week at night. I raised my hand to tell the lecturer that I did not drive much at night in recent years, and would join them in spirit from home. The teacher / lecturer was kind and accepting. She said she had friends that did not like driving at night too.
While I was about to leave, a man volunteered to pick me up for the service at night. (He was one of the ministers.) I thanked him, but declined to accept his offer. I told him it was too much trouble for him to pick me up and drive me home. He asked where I lived, and said it was no trouble at all for him to do that. Then he said his name. He was tall with above average built. I smiled and accepted his kind offer. After all, peace for the world had always been important to me.
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On the night he was supposed to pick me up, I waited outside of the apartment. Later, I got a call that he had been driving around and could not find the building that I lived. I learned he drove a truck. While we were on the phone, I spotted his truck in a distance in another parking lot. I told him to stay where he was while I walked over there.
There was a traffic jam on the way to the place. We were half an hour late for the service. I got to participate in 3/4 of the service. It was a new experience for me. I was grateful to take part in the service for peace.
The drive home was smooth. However, the second this brother drove his truck into the parking lot, I could sense we were being watched! The parking lot was usually not full at all at night, but it was different this night. I saw a few unmarked police patrol vehicles! (I saw these vehicles in the school parking lots from time to time.) One of the vehicles immediately drove right in front of the truck and kind of blocking the truck. The policeman looked directly and intensely at me. I realized what might have happened. I smiled at the policeman to let him know I was fine. He moved his vehicle to the side and drove away.
The brother had a big truck. I did not know much about cars. His truck was much bigger than the regular trucks. Somebody in the neighborhood might have seen this unfamiliar big truck driving around, and thought of the news about crimes such as kidnapping. He or she might have called the police after seeing me getting into the truck.
The brother might not have noticed anything unusual that night. I had not talked about it. After some thought, I decided not to participate in the service at night anymore. It was too much trouble / time consuming for the brother to come to my place and drive me home afterward.
I attended their Sunday service once in a while. Last month I went to join their service for peace when it took place during daytime on a Saturday. They had always treated all that came with kindness and respect. I felt at ease sitting among them.
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In zoom meetings, sometimes channels and readers gave short readings for those that attended. Most people did not know much about me because I rarely spoke up. One day, a channel said, "You are pretty established in your dream world." Some people went to sleep with an intent of what to dream or explore. I did not. It was interesting to find how closely my dreams and the reality were interconnected.
Good Night! Have Fun Dreaming!
Love and Blessings,
Q of D
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