Tag: Dreams

February 2nd, Now and Then?

Many years ago, I had double pneumonia, a high fever, and was pretty much semiconscious for over a week. As my big old Main Coon cat Pericles kept watch never leaving my side…

There are many interpretations, beliefs and opinions surrounding the number 2. The number is considered by some to be a very powerful angel number that will bring a lot of good things into your life. But the first and the most important meaning of this number is balance. It’s believed if this number keeps appearing in front of you, it means that you need to try to find balance in your life. 

Many years ago, I had double pneumonia, a high fever, and was pretty much semiconscious for over a week. As my big old Main Coon cat Pericles kept watch, never leaving my side except for personal necessities the entire time. This was the first of what would be many times over the years that I had this dream.

The dream was about avoiding death, not once but twice, twice in the same day. In the first part of the dream, I’m in an office building watching businesspeople in suits carrying briefcases rushing from place to place. I’m walking slowly, amazed at the spinning lunacy around me and I notice part of a guard rail is missing and I watch just as someone hurrying and not paying attention fell through the opening and down several stories to their death. The office number I was in front of was 222. In my dream, that same day on my way to get my car I see a crowd of people standing looking down into a huge hole in the road, as I heard one say, “if anyone is in there, they are dead”, it was my car in that hole. The street address was 222.

Since that time the number 222 has shown up in my real world and in my dream world and truthfully, I’m never really sure which is which, but at very rare times, times when something really important either good or not so good was happening or about to happen in my life there has always been the number 222 somehow involved.

I’ve looked this number up from Bible to babble and as I said there are many interpretations.  The number 2 is considered my some to be a very powerful angel number that will bring a lot of good things in your life. Again, the first and the most important meaning of this number is balance. It’s believed that if this number keeps appearing in front of you, it means that you need to try to find balance in your life.

Number 2 is also a symbol of peace and harmony, as well as a symbol of cooperation and consideration. If this number appears in your life very often, it means that you should try to be more co-operative and to have better relations with people around you.

So, truth or fiction, powerful or meaningless, today is February 2, 2020, or 2/22/20. I’ve often wondered what will happen in my life when it reads 2/22/22?

 

Dreams, Yesterday and Today

As I climb to the top of this hill, I look down into a harbor where there are sailing ships of all types, some with their white sails unfurling, getting ready for faraway adventures, and others with sails furled against the mast, home from a long voyage.

I have had two recurring dreams. In one, I’m walking at night under the flickering glow of gas lamps along cobblestone streets. I’m dressed in the style of the English gentleman of the 1800s, wearing a vest with a high-collared shirt and an ascot. I have a waistcoat with the ever present pocket watch on a long gold chain and of course a top hat. In those days it was frowned upon to be seen outdoors without the proper headgear. While the name is never mentioned, in my dream it is very clear that the man I am walking with is Charles Dickens. I have always had a strong attraction to the Victorian era, and I have always had a love of pocket watches on long chains, vest, and ascots, even before I remembered the dream.

In another dream, I am a young boy of perhaps 15, and I am walking up a hill on a summer day, all blue skies and white puffy clouds. The year is sometime in the 1700 s, and I’m dressed as a teenage boy would have been in those days, wearing a type of sailor’s suit. While wigs were a fashion for most men, boys wore their hair long instead, and from my late teens until now, I have by choice worn my hair long and would have it no other way. As I climb to the top of this hill, I look down into a harbor where there are sailing ships of all types, some with their white sails unfurling, getting ready for faraway adventures, and others with sails furled against the mast, home from a long voyage. The boy in my dream, looking down at this harbor, dreamed of the day he too would set sail. About two miles from where I sit writing this, there is a hill I walk up, and at the top of that hill I look down on the same harbor, Old Boston Harbor. The skyline has changed and most of the sails are gone, but I know this place, I can feel this place, I have lived in this place before. This area has always called to me. I knew it from the first day, and the feeling is no less now than it was the day I arrived. I often wonder if I am the boy of long ago dreaming of a distant future, or the man of today remembering a long ago past.