Sean: I was hoping you would email today! Oh wow, that must have been pretty awesome to experience!
My own lucid dream last night, when combined with your dream, gives it another dimension:
I become lucid, my mind is groggy and I know I need to look for you, I know your name starts with an ‘M’. I am waiting, in a room, in line to be served for something. I am patiently listening to this old guy talk, about nothing in particular, my lucidity slips and I realise he is pulling me back into my dream. So I step out of this building into a sunny town. I think I am in a French town, in the south of France, or perhaps Italy. I also feel I am not too far from the coast.
I recall what I need to do, and realise I need to find you. I forget to head for a church, or use a prayer, and I just scream your name, but this time I try something new—I suck inwards and scream—using my (super sonic) voice like a giant vacuum “MARIAAAAAA” sucking it in, everything, and I feel you getting pulled toward me. Then I spot you up above, flying overhead; you are wearing yellow, and you look like yourself for a change, and I am overjoyed about this! Once you touch down beside me we give each other a big hug and hold hands and are just so happy. And you—you are just positively beaming—the smile you have on your face just remains there. I have a feeling it is not just me you are happy to see, but something else, like you are here with me, but also somewhere else, experiencing both at the same time.
We are walking, and when I turn to talk to you, I cannot see you. It’s like you are and yet are not here, like I was able, before, to focus into the dimension (for want of a better word) you are in, but can’t do so now; I just cannot focus my eyes to see you. You were here just briefly, and I try to imagine you, to get your form back, but it’s no good, it would only be your shell. But the feeling still remains with me, it was a pretty incredible meeting.
Maria: Yes, it was incredible! Because what I did not mention in my dream report, even though I kept thinking it, is that the Angel’s face looked a little like yours! His hair color, too.
In another lucid dream where I saw my Angel’s face, it was similar but slightly different from last night, as I did point out.
I have no doubt we were together:
• Your locations—first the room with a man and someone talking and the feeling we were next in line
• You felt you were in a place near the coast as I did, and both of us thought of Italy
• The golden color
• My beaming smile and radiant joy
• How I descended from the sky to you, just as my Angel came down to me
• Your feeling I was with you and also experiencing something else
• How I hugged my Angel’s finger (approximately the size of a person) and clung to him, just as we hugged and held hands
• How happy I felt because we were finally together like this
• Sean added: Even to the end, when you were surprised that the bartender refers to the angel as a man or a boy, and you knew you were with your Angel—so how could he be both?
It all fits seamlessly! Your dream enriches mine, and mine yours, in a way that confirms we were both blessed last night by this experience—an Angel’s touch, God’s gift to us, to show us we are on the right path!
My happiness in the dream has flowed over into the waking world because of your dream, for I am absolutely certain now that this was a real experience because your soul shared in it with mine.
I have a thought about the foreign language he was speaking, and also about the silver German plaque on the bottle I am going to investigate now….
Sean: Ah! I did suspect, actually, while I was reading it, that you were also experiencing two different dreams.
I think this may be our first confirmed “spiritual experience” dream, which I have been hoping for a long time now! Obviously it is just the tip of the iceberg, but plenty enough to get excited about!
Looking forward to hearing what comes from your investigation in regards to the German Plaque.
Maria: I believe Aramaic is the language I heard my Angel speaking. As in this audio clip, it sounded like Italian at first, but it’s not! When I told my Angel he was speaking Italian and I needed English, he let me know that wasn’t true, because he wasn’t speaking Italian!
And in case you don’t know, Aramaic is the language spoken by Jesus Christ; by everyone in that area in His day, except the Romans, of course, who spoke Latin, which is where Italian and Spanish come from.
Sean: Oh wow! That is just incredible.
Maria: I prayed for this last night lying in bed looking at this big tapestry on the wall beside me that shows a path leading through a colorful garden. I prayed I would become lucid, step onto the path, and meet you on the other side of the garden somewhere, somehow.
About the German plaque:
Saint Eustace is currently best known for his cross-and-stag symbol being featured on bottles of Jägermeister. This is related to his status as patron of hunters; jägermeisters were senior foresters and gamekeepers in the German civil service at the time of the drink’s introduction in 1935. According to legend, prior to his conversion to Christianity, Eustace was a Roman general named Placidus, who served the emperor Trajan. While hunting a stag in Tivoli near Rome, Placidus saw a vision of a crucifix lodged between the stag’s antlers. He was immediately converted, had himself and his family baptized, and changed his name to Eustace. In the Christian imagination, the deer is a symbol of piety, devotion and of God taking care of his children: men.
Sean: Wow, that IS interesting.
I was going to ask why you were being shown this, then I saw which parts you put in bold.
This dream share experience was wonderful, but not surprising. Sean and I continue to make progress in the dream space as our friendship deepens in waking reality. At first, it was almost embarrassing, because very personal details about our lives were revealed in our dreams, information neither one of us had any way of discovering. We live on two different continents and have never physically met. We soon learned that our dreaming mind does not censor what it reveals, in fact, it often exposes our deepest feelings, traumas and unresolved issues.
Everyone knows it helps to talk to someone about our problems, and when you interact with another dreamer in the dream space to whom you are open, a lot of intense “talking” goes on that might not have been previously approved by our conscious mind, but which our souls will have out.
Dream Sharing can be profoundly therapeutic, inspiring and uplifting—even life-changing in the most positive sense—if you aren’t afraid to share without boundaries.
