Took a nap, entered a dream through a dream, and there you were.
I’m going to try to articulate what just happened.
I was in France – Paris – at a little cafe on the street. Sitting at a little round table in one of those little wooden folding chairs. I couldn’t keep my eyes open like I was losing consciousness there at the table. (If you think that’s a strange feeling while awake, you should feel it within a dream/altered state of consciousness.) I don’t remember getting to the table, just sitting in the chair. There was a cobblestone street to my right, and I could see all the way down it. Buildings on each side.
I was there for breakfast or I wanted breakfast and I kept thinking or possibly mumbling the word “dejeuner… dejeuner…” and someone came to my left side and was speaking to me, Madam, Mademoiselle, are you alright?
The hotel owner? Was I staying at a hotel? She said the paramedics are here. (So she or someone had been concerned about me or whatever was happening and called the paramedics?) I turned and looked at her.
She looked just like you, but it was the you I didn’t know, the you before me. Strong, black curls and lovely brown skin and a white dress with small red roses on it. I tried to ask in French if you have any granddaughters/grandchildren but I ended up mixing French and English but the woman/you understood me and said while clutching a necklace “well I had Jenee but she passed away”. And I heard your thoughts! When you said “She was only 40” or some similar.
I said your name. “Bonmama! Don’t you recognize me?”
At this point, I was not at the table any longer, but walking down the street a few steps.
I told her/you that I love her and I am still alive – Jenee is alive – she seemed to struggle to understand me. I told her that when she calls out to me or prays to me I can’t always hear her directly but someone else gives me the messages. I do get the messages.
I tried to tell her/you something only we know so she/you would recognize me. It was like the movies when a person comes back to Earth as a different person or in a different body. I said I’d love her/you forever.
I woke up.
Notes on this, probably will add as I think of them:
- I had to really push to get words out to you, and while my brain works in French in my dreams it seems less able to do so when I’m stressed or hurried. The feeling was like when I try to scream in my dreams and no sound comes out.
- She seemed not to remember me/Jenee at first.
- There was a frantic feeling to the conversation, almost like the police were coming or I was breaking rules like I have to get this information out of my mouth before I go. Maybe the paramedics! I may have been trying to get away before they arrived to “help” me.
- She was/you were young like before or right when I was a baby. All black hair, white dress, red roses. I may have a photo of this dress, I’ve asked my mother if she knows of it.
- She/you seemed like she wanted to cry but didn’t.
- There was a “connector” dream – one preceding this one – that I had to go into in order to get to the Paris one. One that didn’t make any sense or have any significance, but had the feeling of “allowing” me to get to you and speak with you. It was like being in a Bugs Bunny cartoon and I went through a door while no one was looking.
- I believe I may have traveled to a parallel time and actually spoken with you, and that’s why the conversation was confusing. It didn’t feel like modern-day, and I’m still trying to work this part out in my head. Possibly astral projection but my brain found a less frightening way to get me there?
- Dejeuner sounds a lot like my name and I wonder if it has significance. Maybe I just really wanted some pain au chocolat before I got snatched back home.
- Did I meet you in a memory? If the past only exists in imagination, can my subconscious poke into your memories? If our souls are tied, our spiritual chords would not be broken by death, which means if you are now hanging out in Paris, as your younger self or self you liked most/enjoyed most, my energy was attracted to yours. Like a beacon? I went to where you currently are.
- Was it an alternate universe? Did I pass away for you and you passed away for me here, so the feeling of loss is felt by both? This has to do with my particles and yours being intertwined like I blogged about before and I need to research it further.
- Is this how it works where you are? What I explained to you, that messages are received but sometimes you don’t “hear” them directly?
- Love is eternal. You are eternal. We are eternal. I’m so grateful for this.
• Roses weren’t your favorite, poppies were. Maybe the dress had poppies on it.
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