Monthly Archives: January 2015

3:33 AM

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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. ūüôā

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.

Any thoughts?

Decoded:

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.

So there.

 

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Loner Girl

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These days, I find myself alone most if the time. It’s a stark contrast to my people-filled and activity-filled holidays , and if I didn’t cram my social calendar then, I would probably resent my lonesome dove stance right now.

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Cake for one. Hmp.

My family deliberately ignores me.
My coworkers don’t include me in their conversations or their jaunts outside the office, and they don’t even invite me to lunch.
I don’t have a group I run around town with, and I would suspect “body odour” except that i’m meticulous about hygiene and I smell deliciously of Escada’s Taj Sunset.

(To be continued…)

Fright Night

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I can’t remember the last time I had a nightmare. ¬†Usually, the ones I’ve had are of me being chased or of me¬†trying to escape something in time.

This one was just so upsetting; I’ve been crying practically the whole night. ¬†The even stranger thing is that I already woke up from it, and usually, that cuts the dream sequence off, but when I went back to sleep, it continued, so I woke up bawling.

It was pretty simple. ¬†I was out in a strange place with my sorority sister and her husband. ¬†I don’t really even know why they had a role in this when we’re not that close in waking life. ¬†I’ve only seen her husband in FB pictures posted.

Anyway, somehow, Maximus, my beloved dog (who was sleeping beside me at the time) slipped out. ¬†I kept calling to him and tried to follow him, but I lost sight of him. ¬†We kept looking for him — at this vet’s place, at a big gym — nada.

I was already upset by then. ¬†My companions were trying to console me. ¬†Then I remembered that his collar had a GPS on and I tracked him on my smartphone. ¬†(this is fiction. ¬†he doesn’t have one) ¬†His location was nearby and my companions said that we’d go get him after our meeting or something.

His location kept on moving farther and farther away from us, and the last time I checked, it was sooo far away — only reachable via plane — and the end destination was a dumpsite. ¬†Then the tracking dot wasn’t moving at all.

End dream.

It was horrible!!! ¬†The first time, I woke up crying. ¬†I saw Maximus on the bed beside me and even said, “I kept on looking for you but you were here all this time.” ¬†The second time, my dream continued and he ended up being in the dumpsite.

What is even more upsetting is that I had asked my guides for guidance and to give me the answer in my dreams.  And this is what I got?  Or is it a hybrid answer that includes the situation during my wakefulness?

It’s either, he’s gone forever and he’s never coming back. ¬†Trash your dreams about him. ¬†OR. ¬†You keep thinking and worrying that he’s gone, but he’s just really there just beside you. ¬†He hasn’t gone anywhere.

I’m still too upset to contemplate what the real answer could be. ¬†For now, I am hugging my dog as tightly as I can. ¬†To lose him would be devastating. ¬†I wouldn’t know how to pick myself up from that. ¬†The last time that happened and I lost my first love of a dog, I had PTSD because of it.

I don’t think I have the strength to face the world today.

Sigh.