I had a pretty strong image of my Pappaw in my mind as I snuggled up to sleep last night. I felt like his soul was present and wanted me to be assured that he would be there as I slept. This brought me the peace I needed to stop worrying about creepy spirit dreams.
I didn’t get the best night’s sleep ever (I fell asleep on the couch after all), but it was certainly an improvement over the few nights before that. I recall some dream details, but it didn’t feel like I was dreaming for hours. That in itself was refreshing. The details I recall were interesting (to me at least).
I don’t think I was lucid for any of the dreaming unless it was very brief. I believe I recalled hearing something in the dream that made me think it was about to storm. I looked up from the couch to investigate the noise and saw that the door ahead was open. I got up to close it and saw that there was a tiger rummaging about at the border of our yard. Instead of thinking “that’s odd, I must be dreaming”, I thought something like “somebody’s illegal pet must have gotten out! I better get this door closed and call animal control!”
Keep in mind that the layout of my house seemed to be the same in this series of dreams. Other than maybe a few details being off, it looked pretty much the same as it does in waking life. The door didn’t want to close right, like it didn’t want to latch properly and it seemed like maybe the door didn’t come completely to the frame on the top and bottom of it. I got it shut enough to satisfy me for the moment though apparently. Next thing I recall (although not sure in what order) was waking up (or seeming to wake up) and realizing that the sound of the air purifier in the room is what leaked into the dream sounding like the start of a storm to me. For some reason my hearing was magnified so that it sounded significantly louder than usual. I also remember the image of a tiger face popping up on the tv for a moment as a confirmation that the tiger in my dream was my spirit animal protector. That tv moment was likely in realistic dream. The air purifier sounding so loud seems like I was really awake though for a minute then.
I also remember that in my dream my Dad had carried a lit red 7 day candle (prayer candle) into the room I was in and sat it down on the coffee table beside me. Now in waking life I realize that would not have happened because my Dad does not have prayer candles and would not leave a lit candle in the room with me unless perhaps it was a scented candle. However, the other details seemed real. So I didn’t really second guess it in the dream. Later in the dream he came out of his room dressed for work. At some point he called to my stepbrother somewhere else in the house (which should have been a dream indicator since my step bro has not been in this house in years), and then Dad came into the room to snuff the candle out before he left for work. When I looked over at the candle there was another red prayer candle beside the one I saw my Dad leave. That one looked like it had just been snuffled out. While Dad was trying to put the remaining flame out, somehow he dropped a piece of paper into the candle jar (or tried to snuff it with paper for some odd reason). The flames shot up and I think the candle momentarily got dropped onto the coffee table. The wax, on fire, spread onto the table. We quickly got the fire put out, but it left some wax and a little bit of burn marking on the table.
The less realistic dream detail I remember was lying on the couch and looking over to see ghost writing of some man’s name at the top of the wall. I grabbed a piece of paper to try to write the name down (which I do not remember the name) so that I could look it up later. I couldn’t seem to write it correctly though. I think I kept accidently mispelling it. Then I got an ominous feeling like it was a name I should not look up. I put the writing utensil down and didn’t pay any more attention to the name. Aside from the ghost writing aspect being highly pecular, the setting seemed pretty usual.
Here is what I take from these dream details; My spirit allies were looking out for me while I slept. The door was open because of the veil. I couldn’t get it shut completely, but I got it shut well enough to feel like I could relax some. The tiger was amusing itself as it let its presence be known on the border of my yard in the dreamscape. I didn’t see any spirit dream characters roaming around the yard, and perhaps “my” tiger had a good bit to do with that. The candles in the dream were to represent loved ones keeping a light going in the room during the dark hours. They were keeping vigil as I slept. Perhaps the incident with the fire and wax spreading onto the table was to leave proof in the dream that vigil was held. Perhaps the ghost writing incident was a spirit trying to leak into my dreamscape and getting shot down by my protectors. I never saw a spirit body in the dream. The only characters in the dream were me, my Dad, and the tiger.
That’s all the details I have about last night’s dreams. Blessed be, y’all.