Ghostly Dreams

Looking at the calendar this morning, I notice we are just one week away from the next full moon. For some reason, over the years it seems as though my most intense, vivid dreams happen in the week before a full moon. Sure enough, another crazy one came to me last night.

I stood in a living room, my living room, yet at the same time not my living room. Well-appointed, lovely furnishings, a soft muted white light enveloped the room. The carpet was lush under my feet. I stepped toward a beautiful antique chair and suddenly became dizzy.

But unlike the vertigo I've been plagued with, this time I really did spin--slowly, ever so slowly--in a circle with my arms waving about. Down I went, onto the soft, forgiving carpet. I hollered to Dave, "I've fallen, come help me."

He walked into the room and I reached out to him. Just then my heart started pounding in my chest, faster faster faster and I reached again to Dave, standing stoically several feet away. I said to him, "My heart, it's racing, so fast," and then a horrendous pain sliced into my chest and I knew it was the end. "Goodbye, goodbye, I love you!" I said hurriedly to Dave but the last three words sounded garbled, as though they were spoken underwater.

And then I stepped away from my body. I was a ghost, drifting about the beautiful room, my room but not my room, as Dave returned to his work on the furnace near the back door.

I followed him, telling him not to worry and that he would be well cared for, when I spied a little person, no more than three feet tall; he could see and hear me. The remainder of the dream was spent channeling information to Dave, still busy with home repairs, using the "ghost whisperer" little person as my voice.

Until I awoke, in my bed, Dave fast asleep, the dogs snuggling and crowding us all together.

I was not dead.

When I told Dave about the dream this morning, he blamed it on the spicy Mexican food we both had for dinner. Okay, maybe. But part of me wants to believe it's something more mystical and magical than just latent indigestion. So I dug out an old New Age-ish dream book from years ago and consulted the reference chart:

• Carpet: Grounding, insulation, protection
• Chair: Your attitudes and position in life
• Death: Make way for new beginnings
• Dizzy: Going in too many directions, scattered
• Dwarf: Not seeing things in proper perspective
• Ghost: Part of self you do not understand
• Heart: Love, emotions, feelings
• Husband: Masculine part of self

Hmm. Yeah. Well, never mind, it probably was the Mexican food...