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Shesacuttie3
| | Posted on Thursday, December 05, 2002 - 08:03 am: | |
Folks I just had a pretty intense dream. If any of you for whatever reason choose not to believe this then that's okay. Now, folks there is a powerful message to all of this but since I just had the dream, I haven't had time to really ponder over it. This occurred just about ten minutes ago. Here it goes.
I was walking in a house and went into this bedroom. Well, it wasn't a bedroom per say because the layout was all fuzzy. But I looked to the left and I saw a room, it was dark, but I saw to the right a dresser and it had a place at the top like a vanity, except for it was behind two small wooden doors. There was candle fixtures on opposite sides of the dresser. I heard someone in the room and I thought I knew who it was but like me always being in doubt, I decided to make darn sure so I said, Heather if that is you then open the bottom drawer.
The drawer opened as I had asked. I then said Heather if that is you, pick up the candle fixture and place it back in it's holder, the candle fixture did as complied. I felt confortable and went into the dark room. Then, there appeared heather, about the age of 12. This time I couldn't mistake her like I had in a previous dream. She smiled at me but this time it was not an average little cute girl smile. I could tell by the expression on her face that she had authority of some type. Interestingly, she had a special glow to her and, I mean, being around this girl made you feel loved. It's hard to explain.
She was still the sweet little heather but this time she just seemed more mature in composure and tone, more than she had ever been while on earth. She was decked out in her Poltergeist III outfit. I kind of chuckled at this. Personally, I hated that outfit. She said, "Oh, I came into your dream with this thing on so you would know who I am this time." She didn't giggle but she did let out a warm, pleasing smile. "So Heather" I said, "How is it being on the other side, I mean in Heaven...sorry" "It's great" she warmly replied, "But Michael there are a lot of people talking about you behind your back and I really don't like it." "Well, who are they?" I asked. "Its mostly men, which I think is odd considering the situation. It just bothers me that's all."
I had no idea what that meant but I could tell she was extremely serious and concerned. "Well" I rationalized, "Considering I am a man, I guess there wouldn't be anything odd with that." She then placed a frustrated yet loving expression on her face, almost protective like "Yea, but it makes me MAD when people talk about you. But don't worry, I'll take care of it." She said that in a very loving and somewhat protective tone. It was like a girl who had authority but with so much love.
We then walked out of a back door, and it was an exact replica of the place I work at. While walking out the back door, she said "Michael, you've got to quit blaming God when things don't go exactly as you want in life. I've seen that in your heart." She left the back door open, as I recall. When she had said those words, I felt ashamed yet at the same time forgiven and loved. It was so awkward, the mixed emotions I felt. She then said, "God knows you are human but don't make a habbit of it, okay."
That was amazing because I have not said that openly until now. When things don't go my way, it is easy to blame it on someone else, even God for that matter. I really don't make a habbit of that but it stung me a little when she knew.
The night time sky overlooked Heather and me as we were outside the backdoor of my work office. She just looked up a little and then lowered her head, stared back at me with a little smile on her face. "Michael, you have a lot going for you right now. You shouldn't complain too much." I smiled because I knew what she mean, although I did want to say in a pleasant way, "you should know...your reputation was that you never complained," but I didn't.
In my heart, I was thinking of asking her why she chose not to survive the surgury, leaving everyone she loved and who loved her behind. She then went into thought for a few moment, looked back up at the sky and said these exact words, "Michael, I had to choose not to come back on that day. People don't seem to realize what pain I would've been in for the rest of live had I chosen to live" I didn't reply to that. I didn't know how to. She just stood there for a brief moment in silence. I knew it was time for me to wake up or go somewhere else in dream land.
So I had to say goodbye, like usual. "Well, it was nice to see you again." She warmly smiled, walked over to me, and gave me a hug. "I'll be watching you. You're going to be alright. God will take care of you." When I hugged her, I smelled this wonderful perfume. I could feel her hair, it was so soft. When it was time to pardon ways, she just stood there for a moment: beautiful, angelic, loving, sweet, and compassionate before me. Her presence was so powerful, you didn't want to wake up. You wanted just to stay with her but I knew I couldn't. She was a spirit. I was a human. My time hadn't come yet. She smiled then walked off and I woke up. Well, that's how it happened. I don't know. Sounds strange. Sounds ridiculous. I guess I have to let you be the judge. |
Horrorfan24
Username: Horrorfan24
Registered: 03-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 10, 2003 - 12:18 am: | |
Hi,I have a question,or two about your dream.You say Heather was wearing the outfit she wore in the third,and last "Poltergeist" movie,was it that red,pajama-suit,with the feet attached to the legs of it,that you're referring to? Cool dream,though,and if you have more,please share it with us,thanks! |
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