Medallion March 5, 1995
I am writing this dream because of a medallion I picked up in the dream. This will have significance later in my life, actually many years later. It is an indication of how our memories find their way to the surface even when we think they are safely locked away.
This dream was quite violent and at the time caused me great anxiety, and I did not understand the references until this past year (2017), when a connection was forged during a spiritual reading.
I don’t know where this dream took place because most of the beginning of the dream was lost. Patrick, the children and I were in our car. We understood we were in danger but I don’t know why. Perhaps it had more to do with where we were placed geographically.
I made a choice, made on my own I’m not sure why. But I got out of the car and hoped that Patrick and the children could get somewhere safe. I have no idea what I thought I would accomplish by going out on my own, but it was a flash decision and I couldn’t go back now.
What happened to my family was not clear and I couldn’t find out. As I headed for the public building close to where we had stopped they opened fire. I was shot a couple of times but managed somehow to get inside the building and down the hall to safety. They did not follow, perhaps because they thought I would die from my wounds, or perhaps because they were looking for my family.
Patrick found me sometime later in a hospital. I was very cold, lying on a gurney with a blanket over me. Pulling back the blanket he saw so much blood, but I was still alive.
The dream continued as if further down the road. In this scene I had to change my appearance and my identity and pretend I had died. I guess it was me they had been after all along. The dream became quite strange after that.
I was very concerned about being found out and so was always nervous about going anywhere. The strange part was when I found myself walking up this hill going door-to- door, collecting items from each house. It was spring and I could smell the grass and feel the warmth in the air along with all the associated sounds, sights, and smells of the season.
Unfortunately, I can’t remember all the objects I collected. It seems they would somehow tell me the reason I was hiding and help me understand why I would risk looking for them in the first place. The only object I can remember was a type of medallion with a ruby inset. It is only of late I see a connection to this medallion.
If I think about the connection to the medallion and the significance it had to the woman who wore it, this dream does make sense.* The woman with the ruby necklace she so prized was my surrogate Grandmother, charged with my safe keeping when I was handed to her as a baby by my parents. I have felt for a very long time now there would be some items saved for me, telling me the story of my legacy which is what this dream seems to indicate.
I often wonder what would have happened to me had I not been so well protected by these people. Based on several of the dreams, I am led to believe my life would have ended, my presence posing a threat to a complex political situation I knew nothing about. Nor did I care to know. Perhaps my indifference is one of the things which allowed me to remain alive, it is difficult for me to know for sure. I am left again to assume my conclusions on this point.
*see Spirit Reading, chapter VII, page 217
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