I planned to go to work earlier than usual this morning as a show of good faith. Yesterday, I didn’t go to work and it so happened that that was *the* day that my boss decided to throw a tantrum and let her rage run rampage. She did her usual roll call, looking for everyone, but my cramps were horrible and I could barely get out of bed.
Of course, that made me more paranoid about showing up at work the next day. So I thought that if I go super early, then the chances of her getting on my case because I was late would be slimmer.
Thing is, I’m really nocturnal. Waking up early takes enormous effort from me. So I slept early (took a sleeping pill for that) and vowed to wake up at 5am. Then at some point during my sleep, I had the feeling that it was 5am and time to wake up, so I did. I lingered in bed for a bit then stood up. Imagine my surprise when I turned to look at the clock and it said, “3:33 am”. I felt I was in between universes because both my mind and body told me it was 5am.
So that’s one thing. Been trying to look for the significance of that and this is what I got from lightworkers.org:
“333 – The Ascended Masters are near you, desiring you to know that you have their help, love, and companionship. Call upon the Ascended Masters often, especially when you see the number 3 patterns around you. Some of the more famous Ascended Masters include: Jesus, Moses, Mary, Quan Yin, and Yogananda. The 333 sign also shows that the Ascended Masters agree with your thoughts and feelings and could be interpreted as a Cosmic ‘Yes!’ to questions you have asked or ideas you may have.”
I would tend to believe it because I’ve been doing spiritual work for the past few days where I do call on the Ascended Masters. I’m glad to know they’re helping me out. 🙂
Anyway, it was still early so I went back to sleep. My next dream sequence was rather strange.
I was in my mom’s room and was surprised to find out that my cousin had dropped off her baby boy. He’s a toddler who just turned a year old. I was watching him crawl on the carpet, smiling, giggling. And I went near him and the next thing I know, his head is severed from his body. Like it just fell off. There was no blood, but from the half of his head and the rest of his neck/body, I could see the spinal column. And his head was still smiling and gurgling baby sounds. I quickly picked up the head and tried to re-attach it to his body all the while calling for my mom to help. I kept on yelling, “We have to get him to a hospital”, but my mom was on the phone telling me, “We have to call someone first and ask them what to do.” I told her there was no time for that, but she kept insisting to call someone. In the meantime, I could see the baby fading, its body starting to wrinkle like a raisin as time passed. Even so, there was no blood — nothing dripping.
That’s the end of it. And I have no idea what it means.
Okay, I know what my dream means. I took a nap and I guess my mind went into reboot and I finally figured it out. The dream still refers to the tantrum of my boss.
Head of Baby – represents my boss. Pictured her as a baby because she was rather immature throwing a tantrum and blaming everybody when there was no problem at all. She was just posturing like a peacock. Severed baby head was because she’s the head of the organization and by throwing a tantrum, she was alienating herself from her staff who, by the way, are sick of these power trips.
I tried to put back the head of the baby because, basically, that’s my job. They usually put me in the front lines to placate her because the rest of them are too scared. So that’s why I tried to do. I saw the body shrivelling because the office is suffering from all the unjust backlash. There was no blood because there truly wasn’t any casualties or damage.
My mom was stalling in my dream because she really doesn’t like my boss (who happens to be my aunt IRL) and my mom wanted her to suffer. Yes, my mother is vindictive in real life. It was just reflected in my dream how much so.