So now I understand why you never felt like you wanted to marry in this life. That relates to what happened in your past life with Patrick. Once he married and the 2 of you drifted apart, I really got the strong sense that you never married or loved another. And it would also explain why you love the movies where the couples can never totally be together. I actually got quite emotional when I was typing this up and to me, that is definite confirmation that what I am picking up and sensing is true.

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It's very depressing. But I'm THRILLED you did this reading. I never would have thought of this scenario that came through with this reading, but I do think it's probably all true. That latest vision I had must have really been something then. (Finding Patrick with another woman.  She had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes). I knew it HAD to be something b/c I never have visions and that particular one came out of left field. The woman must have been his wife. And maybe that other dream I had (of him and myself in the same room) was an aftermath of that? I definitely felt some sort of tension between us in that dream. I was standing by the bed and he was way across the room, by the door.

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And also your mother told you about that "rendezvous" at the lake with the swans too right?

I'm beginning to wonder, now that I know things I didn't know when I had this dream, that maybe that was my subconscious remembering that PL. You know, in that our being together wasn't allowed by outside forces.
And I'm just brainstorming here, and I know this sounds CRAZY.. . but what if that was a memory of our reunion, on The Other Side, after my last life in Victorian/Edwardian Days? That would explain our giddiness in our reunion and one of us BURSTING through the door. I really, really REALLY cannot even begin to describe how elated I felt... we both felt... in that dream. Heavenly isn't even the correct word. It went so BEYOND any words we have to describe that kind of happiness. It's like there isn't a word in any language that describes the feelings we had in that dream. I just can't help but think that that dream was a combination of an actual memory and my subconscious remembering our circumstances in that PL - in that we wanted to be together, but couldn't. I don't think dreams are always so straightforward. You know, in that it's always just a memory, spirits visiting you in a form you're comfortable with, or your subconscious coming up to the surface in any way it can.

That dream never made sense, but it definitely made an impression on me.  I depressed me so much that I didn’t even bother writing it down.  I knew there’d be no point since I wasn’t likely to ever forget it.
And if it was a reunion on The Other Side, that would explain why I was dressed in Victorian clothes.  I remember that the skirt was just a solid red.  Nothing fancy, but usual for that time period.  I always brushed that dream off b/c “Neil” (or someone looking very much like him) was in it.  Also, it was a cabin, and in that tv series “Neil” lived in a cabin. 

So it may be something like a memory of a reunion with Patrick (in disguise in my dream), or nothing as profound as that at all.
Uncomfortable Dream







Okay… now the dream.  It was STRANGE STRANGE, STRANGE.  I almost wrote you about it but felt silly about it.  But when I read your email today about your class last night (trance), I thought I’d bring it up. 

The night after your first reading, I slept restlessly b/c I kept waking up.  EVERY SINGLE TIME I woke up I may have been “talking” in my sleep.  I’m actually embarrassed to think that my brother could have heard me b/c when he stays at our house he sometimes has to get up during the night to take his dog out. 

Anyway, EVERY SINGLE TIME I woke up it was like I was trying to say a name in my sleep, but couldn’t get past the first syllable.  It was always a “W” sound or a “B” sound.  I don’t know if I LITERALLY made those utterances, but it was happening every single time I woke up.  The only way I can describe it is how a deaf person sounds when they’re trying to speak.
This is the thing though… in your reading you said you thought Patrick’s other name was “William,” which echoed what I told my aunt in her reading years ago. So that’s why the name “William” could have been on my tongue.  Also, the “B” could have been “Brian” because my sister told me she thought his name was “Brian Patrick.”

But each time I woke up from this dream it felt like I wasn’t IN CONTROL, you know?  I am not into trances and spirits taking over a person’s body AT ALL.  I’m not even sure I ever really believed that was possible.  But this “W” and “B” thing was bothering me ALL NIGHT.  The last thing I remembered was a dream where I was in the bathroom next to my room.  The lights were still off (except for the nightlight), and it was still nighttime.  But in this dream I was levitating in front of the mirror, and there was the spirit of some woman in there with me.  She was wearing a blue Victorian dress.  In the dream someone walked inside the bathroom (my brother I think), and I remember thinking I wish he would say something so that this lady and her control over me in my dream would vanish.  It was such an UNCOMFORTABLE, UNUSUAL dream.  I’ve never had a dream like that before, and the constant “B” and “W” sounds I was making in my sleep are pretty disturbing as well.
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