I keep a dream journal to remember my dreams. I notice when I get lazy about recording these dreams, I stop receiving messages through them. It seems that by writing down anything that seems significant when I wake up, I honor the message and invite more. I can also look back on what I saw in my dreams as the story unfolds in real life.
I posted this dream earlier on the Immigration page before I knew what it was showing me. On July 23, 2018, I had a dream about a little Latina girl in a white frilly dress with pierced ears. For some reason I am yet to understand, she was sitting in a bird bath with soap bubbles around her. There was a herd of elephants in the background. I heard, “This is Niomi.(?) She is born of the elephants.” I thought this little girl was younger as she fit in a bird bath. She is five now. I thought her name was Naomi, because that is the spelling that was familiar to me. The elephants are obviously the GOP.
Well, in July a little girl named Helen Noemhi fled Honduras with her Grandma also named Noemhi, her teenage brother Christian, and several other relatives. Gangs had threatened Christian, so they decided to flee to Texas where these kids’ mother had migrated four yrs earlier. They planned to seek legal refuge. Helen almost drowned when she slipped out of the raft when they crossed the Rio Grande. Border patrol picked them up. Christian was separated from his grandma. This was a month after Trump had supposedly stopped separating kids from their families. Then Helen was taken out of her grandma’s arms and told that she would be deported, but Helen would stay here. Later that day, Christian and his grandma were reunited. The adults were fitted with ankle bracelets and they were all released, except for Helen. She was shuffled through shelters into a foster home and made to check a box and sign a form giving up her right to a bond hearing. At five years old! Grandma ended up in the hospital from the stress of not knowing where Helen was while the stories on the news were claiming the government had stopped the family separations. Finally, they were able to get Helen released to her mom and grandmother on Sept 7 with the help of groups like LUPE. Helen is having issues from the trauma. TheNewYorker 10/11/18 The five-year-Old who detained at the Border and Convinced to Sign Away Her Rights.
This is so wrong and absolutely heartbreaking. I have had repeated dreams since Trump won of Latinx people sobbing and screaming. It is reported that there are thousands of these children in the government’s custody. They claim to have lost track of several hundred of these kids. I saw a couple of months ago, some of these kids turned up working on an egg farm. Sorry, I don’t remember where I read that. The detention centers have them coloring American symbols, and saying the pledge. There are murals of Trump on the walls. What are we doing? Growing our own low cost work force? Trafficking? I just want to throw up. Maybe we need to do a RV on this.
Tag22, I also read this story and also felt sick to my stomach. I remember reading your dream about the little girl in the white frilly dress. Yes, this would appear to Helen. I believe this horrible treatment of children and families is the darkest legacy of the Trump administration, I feel the dirt and grime taint my being too because I am an American and my country is choosing to do this evil act, again and again. Deplorable. Despicable.
Your dream of Helen is also very symbolic and hopeful.
The name Helen is Greek and means Shining light. The bright one. Just reading that makes me smile. Yes she is a shinning light. She is in your dream too. In a dream, a birdbath "represents a mindset that is supportive or encouraging of overcoming negativity all the time. Feeling good being noticed by others overcoming negativity or problems all the time. Experiencing a lot of cleansing or a powerful positive change. Experiencing a lot of progress."
This would fit with your seeing her in white and in a birdbath of soapy bubbles too. She is a bright cleansing light, she is a beacon and shinning a light for those who continue dealing with the darkness of our country's making,
She will make this time brighter.
She already has because people are reading her story. People are dreaming of her. Ultimately, there will be change because people know what is happening. There will be those who will not give up. They will not forget. She is a blessing.
I will pray that Helen continues to shine brightly, that the trauma she suffered is washed clean, and she will help guide more light workers to shine light and overtake this darkness.
Lovendures,
Thank you so much for helping to interpret what I saw. That was so helpful. Especially the birdbath. This crisis on the border has been swept off the front pages by all the other horrors we are experiencing. I was discussing this news story with my husband last night when I suddenly got the feeling that the reason I thought Helen looked younger than five was it was her mother's spirit reaching out for help in my dream. The way I understand it, the mother hadn't seen Helen for 4 yrs. The recent pic in the news looks like the same girl just a little older. I love the meaning of her name too. I believe this will not be the last we hear of her.
In October 2016 I had a dream that the sun went out. A few months ago my guide came through in a dream and showed me the internment camps - I was safe behind a glass window watching the camps as he narrated - telling me that things would get much worse for immigrants and journalists in the months to come. He encouraged me to build community connections and demonstrated that social media and the amplification of negative thoughts and noise is hugely distracting and disconnecting. Last night I dreamed that I was driving my car in complete darkness. No moon, no streetlights, no headlights, no light from anywhere. I could hear screams coming from the streets around me but I kept driving blindly in the dark with my partner and my child in the car with me. I feel like we are about to travel through the darkest hours - but we must stay hopeful. We are being guided towards a better outcome.
TaG22, I am glad it was helpful. Your thoughts on Helen's age make a great deal of sense. I pray she is healing.
Camlin, I have heard of many people dreaming of darkness. I wonder if it means a dark time or blackout. I agree we must not lose hope.
Camlin,
Your dream brings to mind the old saying, It is always darkest before the dawn. And it has certainly been dark lately, but you were continuing to move forward through it in your dream. Dawn must be on it's way. We need to fly above all the hate and fear keeping our sights on the horizon.
Preface: I have never claimed to have any sort of abilities, psychic, intuitive, or otherwise. I am empathic, and experience a lot of deja vu, but that's about as far as it goes. So this dream I had last night might be largely explained as wishful thinking, but it was so crazy clear.
I was visiting an old friend in Florida. We went to this large, curvilinear, white hotel with reflective copper-tinted windows. The back was terraced into smaller private beach and pool areas, with a large strip of beach at the bottom. The Epcot ball loomed behind it.
As I walked along the back of the hotel, I saw different groups of people in the terraced areas, playing in either sand or a pool. Many of the groups were different ethnicities. I reached a smaller private area, and Obama was dancing, joyously. He told me to dance with him, so I did.
Then I was walking along the public beach toward the end of the hotel's property. There was a small, crescent shaped beach, and a women dressed in white was standing on it. She asked me to take her picture with Epcot in the background. Just as I snapped the picture, a large wave of turquoise water crashed over the beach, knocking her over. I walked up to a terraced patio, where there was a gathering of frat bro-looking guys, and a handful of women. As I stood there, another large wave crashed just short of the terrace. People got sprayed by water, and they were caught totally by surprise by the size of the wave.
Then a giant turquoise waved formed and was heading straight for the terrace. Many of the women braced themselves against the railings, while the guys just stood there. The wave crashed over the terrace, and washed away many of the men. But the women who had protected themselves were okay.
I suddenly felt an urgency to leave the beach and my friend, and head for home in Minnesota. And that's when the alarm went off.
In so many ways, this dreams feels symbolic yet obviously so. But it was so unlike any dream I've ever had. Enough so that I wanted to share here. Thanks for indulging me.
Saibh,
What a fabulously symbolic dream. So many words, colors, images available to absolutely anyone reading here.
I connected it to my multi-verses and am going to meditate on curvilinear and reflective copper (it feels important) and then these jumped out, of course--the crescent shaped beach (crescent or waning moon as part of a cycle ), the turquoise waves (a vibrant but softer shade of the blue wave) turquoise is the color of the high or dragon heart and is energetically above the green or rose pink heart chakra. It carries much higher vibrational energies and denotes the bravest frequencies for those of us who battle the dark energies.
I sense/predict a new blue wave of softer, but far more courageous, brave new energies and light-worker coming in today, (Nov.6, 2018) and in the future!
And of course goodbye all you washed up and away men ?
Loved this dream and it's imagery. Please continue to share additional ones that resonate with you. ?
Last Thursday I had another dream - and in this one the light was back. Lots of people were gathered in a large house (which was also my workplace of course because dreams are funny). My supervisor gave my co-educator and I a new change table that we had requested but it was much too big and it had a bed attached. The children were jumping all over it! Next door to the house was this dome- shaped building. It had been hidden for a long time, but it was finally open to the public. They were selling seeds that had been gathered long ago - rare and heirloom seeds. I was excited to buy some. And then I found myself climbing a wall to the second floor of the house - scaling the wall and using the molding as handholds and footholds. As I was climbing I was thinking to myself - that I should remember where the loose and unstable places are so I can tell other people. (I have been dreaming of darkness for so long that it was refreshing to have a positive dream. We can work with what we get. Things will be brought to light. Seeds for the future are being planted. And we will learn from our mistakes)
I woke up at 4:30 a.m. this morning to the “Sound of Silence” lyrics. I think somehow this has to do with the marches today.because the phrase that I heard repeating was:
“And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share”
Even though, I kept hearing “the sound of silence” repeating, too, I couldn’t remember all the lyrics and had to look them up:
“Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools, " said I, "You do not know
Silence, like a cancer, grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells, of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence”
It’s going to be a momentous day. Be safe and aware if you are marching. If you’re not able to participate in person, send your light and energy to those who represent.