The Dreams

I wanted to share a dream/synchro combination that occurred in my life. Here it goes...
October 30th 2002: Chip and I are in my car going somewhere. We were in front of the house I grew up at on 23 Rainbow Lane. My parents were in their car to follow us. Nothing looked out of the ordinary or strange as dreams can do to a setting. Everything was as it should be. It was dusk I think. I drive up the street and turn onto Redbrook Lane and stop at the stop sign. My parents pull up to my left. My Mom rolls down her window and says, "Gam (my maternal grandmom) wanted me to tell you are a pillar of God and that you must carry the Sword." I just remember thinking "Ok, I know." I had butterflies b/c whatever it was, it was a big deal. END (My Gam had not passed until that January 13th 2003 (my Pop's, her hubby's, birthday who passed in 2000)...but, I believe she was slowly leaving us here at that point).

A little over a year later, I remembered that dream for some reason. I wanted to find it in the one volume of my journals. I started reading the volume and pretty much forgot about my mission to find that particular dream. A couple nights later, I had another dream:

December 4th, 2003: I'm in this room with other soldiers. We were being shown, by our senior officer, all these weapons; It was swords of all types. We were going to be battling against them. I thought of how horrible it is to die from this. How painful it would be. I thought it strange that we would be fighting with swords in this day and age. SWITCH- I am now in battle on a side of a grassy green hill. I see a castle/fort of dark gray stone. It was as if medieval times. I could smell the earth...I could hear the shouting..But could mostly hear the crashing and clanging of each sword as we fought. I was breathing fast and turning and fighting hard to stay alive. My eyes wide open and focused.I could feel the exertion. Suddenly, as if looking from the ground up, I see a man get his head pulled back by the hair..I hear this angry foriegn voice..germanic like? and I see this man's throat get slit..END I wake up almost hyperventilating! It took me a little time to realise I was not there..I was in my room..and ok.
I get out of bed and walk out to my living room. My husband had placed the newspaper on the coffee table. The headline, " MAN KILLS DAD WITH SWORD." I stopped, jaw dropped, and read it three times or so. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Who the hell kills someone with a sword today?? My dream! But, I somehow knew, my dream wasn't related to the article as much as the headline was a sign to me. The shock wore off, as I have had things link up before, and I went off to school.
I am in my car on my way to Villanova. It's about an hour commute. In the sky, I noticed this cloud. It was in the shape of a massive angel descending down with wings spead and legs braced to land. It was beautiful and inspiring. I thought, "Hmm, maybe I will try to draw or paint that." I drove along and noticed that this cloud NEVER deviated from this shape. I also felt something inside, like a connection in my heart. It held fast and I don't recall too many clouds doing that. I get to school and sit in my desk. A couple minutes later, a fellow classmate enters and she has the USA Today. The headline was "Angels in America." Ok..so now I am really curious. What is going on?
A handful of us go out to the pub that night. We having a good time and it's getting late. A young man joins me and my friend Lindsey at our little table. He starts talking and says something about my eyes. She wasn't amused. I just found him to be a peaceful presence. His appearance was different though. His hair was think, wavy blond. Can honestly say I've never seen such thick blond hair. His eyes were blue. We were leaving and he walked out with us and I told him to "Be careful." This somehow sparked a whole conversation about how there has been all these things linking up and messages/signs. I told him to remain aware, now that he is aware, he will see. I have no idea what I meant exaclty, but it was a Truth. At one point, before we said goodbye, he looked into my eyes..into me..his eyes became "un-human" and the air was gone..time was gone..it was like a tunnel...and it was MOST powerful.
The next day, I talked to my friend Bernadine about this. She is also open to things. I told her how I was blown away by all this and was trying to figure it out. She asked, "What was the guy's name?" I replied, "Michael." She said, "Then that explains the angel and the sword." I sat in silence as I allowed myself to digest this a little. It was beautiful and awesome at the same time. What would he want from me?
I decided to look up Archangel Michael on the internet. The first site I checked had a headshot...It looked exaclty like the guy I just met !! I then read the content about warriors of light, a new age, etc. I was blown away b/c I had written almost word for word what I was seeing. I had NEVER come across such content before. Just simply never did. I had written in my journals the same call to those of light to come together...now is the time. I couldn't tell you where the heck it cam from, but I know I felt my soul charged when I'd go into this state....almost trance-like...It would just flow.
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And there is my "HELLO" wake up to Michael....I had many dreams before and after that I believe link up well. Powerful and Beautiful.. I will share as we go along here...Love and Light my fellow souls :)