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| - After talking to a woman who did a tarot card reading on me (this was on a Gerry Butler website if you can believe that) which was just a general reading but ended up being about Patrick and the mystery more or less being at sort of an end, I mentioned the above dream to her just in passing. Well, when checking my email a few minutes later there was a Target ad flashing at the top of the screen. |
| By the way, her reading mentioned --- “It looks like you are making a decision to leave something behind... looks like it will be over finally, and it looks like it involves a man. This is a huge decision and it has spiritual overtones to it.” She also drew the King of Swords, which is a card Patrick showed my friend a few months later. (I’ve always seen that as confirmation that his personality is like the King of Swords). |
| Dream of seeing where I used to live:
- I was on a vacation with my family I think. We were in another country, high up on a cliff I think. As we walked up these wide concrete steps (they were buried within the hill and had grass growing over them), I instantly recognized it as where I used to live. I was sooooo ELATEDLY HAPPY because I remembered everything about the place. I was actually quite shocked in the dream that I could ever have forgotten. I knew where all the buildings used to be, and what served which purpose. But all that remained were the crumbling foundations. I mean this place was OLD, as the walls only raised about 2 inches in most places. The stones were such a light gray color they almost looked blue. (Which is funny b/c there’s a picture I love of Charleville Castle and Beaumaris Castle which has the same color stone, and even my mother has seen the same color stone when communicating with Patrick). Communicating from Beyond is hard work! - I joked to my friend, after a reading she did, that Patrick is probably resting now. Right after she read that in her email, she heard on the TV - "I am worn out!" Lol! |
| The ‘staring into my soul’ dream:
(This one really set me in a depression) Ever seen the the tv series, “Christy?” Remember the rugged, Scottish Dr. Neil MacNeill? Well he was in it and in this dream I was mad for the man. I mean I loved him like crazy. In the beginning of the dream it was like watching an old episode of “Christy.” Opal was giddy with happiness as she held her baby in her arms – only she had to be told that that baby wasn’t hers. Her baby was dead. (Note: This echoes how my aunt and that psychic said something about Patrick and losing children. It also echoed my Mom’s feelings on a vision I had once – which is explained on my website. I’ve always ignored this part of the dream as it’s possible I was dreaming it b/c of that… although at the time I wasn’t thinking of any of that at all. I also wasn’t watching the “Christy” episodes like I used to. Also… I’ve had another dream before where a lady ghost was crying for her children. So, maybe there’s a message there that’s trying to come through. The lady ghost, by the way, I’ve dreamt about twice now). Opal screamed and ran into the next room of the cabin to see her child. She was wailing out loud, and near the fireplace across the room was Dr. MacNeill sitting in a chair. His back was facing me and I could clearly hear and see that he was crying because he couldn’t save the baby’s life. I wanted… desperately… to go to him and comfort him, but I knew he wouldn’t be comfortable with that. I had to leave him alone. I forced myself to leave |
| (Note: I’ve never told my mother about the first half of this dream, and yet she has said that she thinks Patrick was a tortured soul in his PL – something which, I admit, I am drawn to in this life. [Hence my obsession over Scottish Neil MacNeill from the Christy tv series, Scottish actor Gerry Butler, and Faramir from LOTR]. Mom said she thinks that due to Patrick’s station, he was taught from early childhood to be “above” his emotions. It was all about survival for him and the men he was in charge of. But I find it strange that her feelings echo my dream above. I wanted sooo badly to comfort him, yet knew I couldn’t do that b/c it wasn’t in his experience to be “mollycoddled” through any pain or disappointments). |