Listening To Your Dreams
Listening to Your Dreams
Understand that your dreams are trying to tell you something, that they are your intuitive inner voice talking to you. You have to open your heart and mind to it in order to understand it. Once you fully accept what you are capable of, you begin to understand why this was meant for you to see.
Sometimes my dreams come to me looking like the photo above, with the feeling that it's not real, but it could be.
For as long as I can remember I have had vivid dreams that came true. Its just recently I learned why and what kind they were. As I searched for answers, I found so much understanding.
What Are Vision Dreams?
I once was asked, "What are vision dreams?" I simply stated that is my inner voice. I really didn't know much more than that.
As I tell of each type of dream I've had, I will tell you the dream so that you can get a better understanding. Each dream seems to have a different focus view, the photo is the way some of my dreams look, but not most of the time. Those that focus like this usually have a stronger impact on me in my personal life.
What are intuitive visions? Simply put, it's a scene that flashes before your eyes while you are awake. Usually, it repeats itself until it gets your attention. I am sharing a very personal intuitive vision I had, that changed my way of thinking. I believe this will help you to understand what intuitive visions are.
It was three days after the fourth of July and I was riding around with friends when an image of an old lady laying on her walked kept flashing before my eyes. I tried to ignore it, but it just kept happening, over and over. I couldn't see the face, so I had no idea who it was, or where the lady was. I knew she was in a house, but not one I recognized. Finally, I told my friends to take me home. They dropped me off and I got in my car. I had no idea where I was going, I just went. Before I knew it I was at my estranged Grandmothers house. I had only been there a couple of times during my childhood. So this took me by surprise. I didn't know why, but I knocked on the door and I could hear someone screaming for help. The door was locked and I didn't have a phone, so I ran to the next door neighbors house and asked them if they happen to have a spare key to my Grandmothers house. I had no idea why I asked that? I just did. They said it was the neighbor across the street. I had them call 911 and I ran across the street. The first house, nobody was home. The second house is where I found it. The fire department showed up about the time I had the key in the door. As we entered the house, there was the exact image that had been flashing before my eyes. She was barely conscious, dehydrated and near death. The paramedics said one more hour and she wouldn't have made it.
It's because of this that I believe and I listen more carefully to my visions and dreams.
Happening Now Dreams
Many of asked, just how clear are your dreams? Sometimes overwhelming clear, other times I can't see the faces. I would have to say that most of the time they are very clear and no guesswork involved. They are more clear than I would like for them to be at times, even very graphic to the point I don't want to sleep.
I can say this honestly now, but at 16 I had no idea why I had seen what I did. Many calls what happened to me Remote Viewing, all I know is I didn't like it back then and just wanted it to stop and leave me alone. To help you understand why I felt this way I will tell you the whole story, but I will leave out the graphic details.
Just remember while reading this, I was only 16 years old when the reality of my gifts presented itself to me. I didn't know how to handle it and back then you didn't talk to people about stuff like that. They would lock you up for it.
I was at school, with a bad gloomy feeling hanging over me. I couldn't shake the dream I had the night before, the feelings just stayed with me. It was after second period when my cousin walked up to me and asked if I had heard about Richard.
This is where it gets hard for me, so I hope it makes sense when I get done. I have never forgotten that day. I responded with this. "No, but I know he was walking home from a late game, where nothing but black clothes. I know someone was with him, but not sure who it was. A car hit him and knocked him through the air and that he landed in the tall grass some distance away. I know he died before he could be airlifted to the hospital."
We both just stood there. Finally, my cousin spoke, "How did you know all that?"
I told my cousin that I didn't know how I knew all that, but I just did. But the truth was I had watched it happened as it was happening. It was like I was floating over the scene but unable to stop it or help at all. It made me feel like it was a curse. The years that followed didn't get any easier.
For years, I knew my dreams would tell me when something bad was about to happen. I fought it. If I started having them, I would do whatever it took to stay awake. You probably think that was silly, but I will explain. This time I will be more general about what happened, and not detailed because this happened to me a lot in my early twenties and again in my early thirties.
The first time I had a warning dream I did not know what it was. Every night I would have nightmares so bad I would wake up crying and trembling. This would last for two weeks, and then someone I was close to would die. During that time in my life, I lost a lot of people in my life that I was close to. When the event happened, I was all cried out and was able to be strong for those around me. I believe that was the purpose of those dreams.
I hardly ever have them now, but when they start I can't focus on anything but the pain I feel. These dreams have been the hardest on me. They helped me understand that the gift I have as many sides to it.
I believed without any questions. I knew I was different but never spoke of it.
My whole life, I accepted that these were real and questioned why. I didn't have a name for them, I didn't have anyone to talk to about them. I picked up a pen and wrote until I could write no more.
Listening to the feelings and the images in my dreams might have given me more answers back then. But I didn't want to see or feel. I wanted to forget. I fought this every day until I accepted it. Once I had accepted it, I began to search for information on them. Never really finding the answers, until now. I write this so that others will know there are people like you, that you can talk to.
As my gifts are being accepted, I see where they have played a role in my life. They have kept me alive and are leading me down the path I should go.
© 2018 Joanna Blackburn