I think I’ve gone out at night, where I sit inside a small, dimly lit room listening and observing. I become semi-lucid when I see a man sitting on the other side of the empty space, smiling slightly as he observes me. I shift in my chair, conscious of a wooden beam separating me from him. To my right, a woman is talking, telling some kind of story, but I don’t plan on being next in line, as I sense the man expects me to be, so after a moment, I get up to go. As I walk to the door behind me, I realize I’m not carrying my purse. No problem… I slip a hand into my right pocket, intending to find my car keys in them, and I do so even as I recognize my ability to do this more and more easily. I step outside into a dark and completely empty little parking lot. What? My car was stolen? I don’t have a phone, and I don’t want to call for help. Turning slowly in place, I look around me and think—No, I’m not stranded because I’m dreaming.
Holding my arms slightly up and out (like a statue of the Virgin, although I don’t consciously think of her) I begin rising gently off the ground as I gaze up at the night sky. Directly above me, there is something like a golden haze of starlight, with some brilliant golden stars shining through it in some sort of geometric shape. Brimming with peace and praise, I say, “My Lord and my God!” without raising my voice, for I know, I feel, I am heard. And then, “My Angel!”
As I float facing upward toward the partially overcast night sky, I now perceive—forming within clouds illuminated from within by a hazy golden light—what appears to be the figure of an angel. And as I watch, it grows larger and larger, and more and more distinct, until there is no longer any doubt it’s my Angel responding to my call! And as his golden form slowly becomes visible to me, I realize that he’s huge, really big, colossal! I never imagined him as so immense! Then I see he is extending one of his hands down toward me. I fly up to meet it, and even though just one of his fingers is almost as big around and as long as I am, I don’t hesitate to touch it. He holds it there for me as I caress it, full of awe at how real it feels, just like living skin. He is still emerging from the heavens as with infinite patience and tenderness he cradles me in his open palm, which I kiss in grateful awe, small as a baby bird in his hand.
Cradling me in his hand, my Angel reaches the ground and seamlessly takes the form of a man flying on my left. We’re still connected, his right shoulder and my left shoulder seem to merge as I cling to him, but not because I’m afraid I’ll lose my grip, for we’re completely together. And, at last, I see his face, in profile above the top of his bare, strong arm, which is all I can see of him because we’re so close. He’s a handsome, fair-skinned man wearing a white garment that leaves the upper part of his chest bare, and something like a fine silver chain hangs from around his neck that ends in a sharp point. I glimpse something else near his neck over his shoulder—a golden cross about the size of my hand, the edges studded as if with precious gems of some kind, but it’s not exactly shaped like a crucifix. And although I don’t see it, the position of his left arm on the other side of his body indicates he’s holding something slightly extended before him. A sword?
As we soar straight ahead just above the ground, I gaze in wonder at his face. His hair is short and a dark-blonde, and his profile—fine-featured yet strong—doesn’t look exactly as I expected it to. But it does resemble the face he showed me in another other lucid dream, only sharper, purer. Maybe because in this lucid dream the lighting is bright and clear, not dim and full of shadows. To my right, I glimpse a flash of dark-blue water, like an ocean running parallel to this place were flying through at high speed which is something like a narrow covered walkway. My surroundings are mainly a white blur because I have eyes only for my Angel, whose smile tells me he’s just as happy as I am, that he’s been waiting for this moment just as eagerly as I have. It’s so, so wonderful being with him like this at last!
And as we fly, my Angel speaks to me. I hear his words, but I don’t understand him with my mind—what he says flows straight into me, into my heart and soul, and eloquently deepens the joy of being with him. Then I become aware that he’s speaking a foreign language as I begin to see more of our surroundings—something akin to open booths beneath a pavilion selling beautiful and colorful things—and I say to him, “Wait! You’re talking in Italian, but I need English.” Looking amused, he communicates to me that’s not really true as he says something about Spanish, which I’m becoming more fluent in. I know I’ll be able to remember all this clearly when I wake up.
But just thinking about waking up begins ending the dream as my Angel slows down and, turning to the left, we finally come to a stop at something akin to a white counter in an alcove which, in waking life, is akin to a small seaside bar. I hear my Angel say “German” and I see a flash of a silver plaque on a bottle. The “bartender” refers to my companion as a man or a boy, and feeling the dream slipping away, I protest, “But wait, I thought you were an Angel” as I wake up.
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Oh wow, that must have been pretty awesome to experience Maria!
Another thing to add, my own lucid last night which, when combined with your dream, gives it another dimension:
I became 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 over joyed 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 🙂
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 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 were finally together like this
- Sean added: Even to the end, when you were surprised that 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….
Ah! I did suspect, actually, while I was reading it – that you were also experiencing two different dreams. *Even to the end, when you were surprised that 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?
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.
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! My Angel’s response when I told him he was speaking Italian and I needed English was that it wasn’t true, because he wasn’t speaking Italian!
Oh, 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.
Oh wow! That is just incredible.
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.
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.
Wow that IS interesting. I was going to ask why you were being shown this, then I saw which parts you put in bold 🙂