Dream Premonition

I decided to reveal one of my dream premonitions.

I really do not appreciate being told "everyone thinks you're nuts" when people know enough to know I am not nuts and that I have verified a gift more than once. It's not precise and perfect and sometimes it's slightly to the left or right or ends up matching exactly the person right next to the one I thought it was for, but it IS a gift and that does NOT constitute crazy.

So my dream...I never have dreams about my Colombian ex. But I had 2 in a row. Last night I had one which wasn't important. But the night before, on Friday night, I had a specific dream and yet it felt like one of those dreams where I don't know who or how it was influenced. What I don't remember, was which section happened first, but 2 sections I remember. The first part was that I walked up a long flight of stairs and Alvaro was at the top and he looked like Hell. It was "him" but he had a different face. And he looked like Hell and was not so cocky and some sort of apology or reunion (which I cannot imagine for the life of me). He was all alone. No women, no other men, no one but himself. Like Hell at the top of a tower. After he'd said his piece, I then pulled this stuff out of my mouth, and it came out like when you go to the dentist and they put clay in your mouth as a mold for your teeth. I took this clay mold out of my mouth. It was sort of like clay and sort of like some kind of cotton stuffing or something. I have no idea what it was about. And then before or after, I was sitting in a cafe and there were 3 women and two sat to my right and then one from Colombia separated herself and sat to my left and wanted to talk to me and liked me.

That was it.

The next day, of course I didn't talk with my ex. But what was strange, was this guy and a woman came along and played their songs and afterwards, said "Ciao" to me which is the closest approximation to the presence of my ex that there has been. He got up there and sang but I didn't know what to think about this one song "Preacher's Got A Gun" where he made a long distinctive snake hissing noise several times in the song. When he went in to do his sound check, and I saw him after I separated from my ex, this woman came in who looked sort of similiar but not exact, to the woman in my dream. She also sat on a stool, as was in my dream, and she sat to my left. I didn't talk to her at all but when they left, she said "Ciao".

It matched only in the sense that I never dream about my ex, and I never hear "Ciao" in Wenatchee, and this woman matched the way the woman in my dream sat down and on what side. But that was it.

It was only a dream, but I think it's good to write if there is something that matches.
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I am not sure why, though, I even share these things, because no matter how many things I get right, there are still people who want to say I'm crazy. It was nice to read about Edgar Cayce today and how he was refused marriage with the one he really loved because her father claimed he wasn't "right in the head" and that some "accident" must have caused him to be a nut. Meanwhile, he went on to give readings for the President Wilson and royalty. Not that I've done that, summoned of course, or that I'm that good, but I relate. He had people trying to smear him and discredit him to, and entrap him, but he had a real gift and reading his book is very interesting--he gives credit to God.

They tried to say that Edgar was a nut because of a head injury--that this caused it, and yet he had demonstrated psychic ability before. Just as I have, because I didn't have my minor head injury until I was 21 and my boyfriend when I was 16 noted my abilities at this age. He was the first one who vocalized that he believed there was something very different about me and he freaked out about premonitions I had which came true and dreams I had which ended up being right. I don't remember having anyone say anything before this. I remember my Dad quizzing me, joking about gifts around Christmas and he would say, "What do you think it is?" and I would say, "it's a present!" and he would say "no, it's not a present" and I would say, "a gift!" and go on down every adjective of what he was thinking of which would make him laugh.

There was this woman who devoted her life basically to the Cayces. He ended up marrying another woman whom he loved very much, and this woman stayed with them and did transcription for him until both he and his wife died and then she married. She was absolutely beautiful and spent her whole life with this older man and woman and nothing for herself and then still got married. Which is rare, or was rare, back then. If you weren't married young, forget it.

By the way, that's not the life I want. I don't want to be lying around on couches and traveling with a transcriptionist. I just want my son and something normal and then sometimes extraordinary. I want to be married to a normal person who appreciates arts and my gift but isn't weird. I may sound frickin' weird, but one on one, I'm boring and normal. And very funny when I'm not fucking oppressed day-in and day-out. I have fucking lost my sense of fucking humor here.

I did pray today and I didn't feel "tapped in" to the presence of God fully. NOt that there is always that "feeling" but I asked about enemies and things and didn't feel it though I did get some names. I asked for faces but then got names so I was like "Okay then." But I would ask for more insight. And then I asked God if I was going to be married ever (like...God...really?).
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I turned on the radio and it was some very Scottish accented preacher. Very Scottish!