Patrick Dreams - part 2

Reunion Dream:     This one depressed me. It depressed me so much that it took months for me to write it down. I knew I’d never forget it, so I waited to record it.    I had this dream first though, at a time when it still hadn’t sunk in that Patrick was coming incognito as Neil from the Christy tv series. I think he oftentimes came as Neil b/c in that ‘tent/battle dream’ he scared me to death. Lol! (I think he comes as Neil most of the time now b/c I’m comfortable with that image. I guess it’s Patrick’s “safe” way of visiting me in dream state. And I have been told that Patrick’s energy is very “thick” and “intense” and “intimidating,” but that he’s really a gentle soul – or he was in his past life until it was time for battle. And I, too, believe his energy is very intense b/c I think I’ve felt it firsthand. In fact, I felt it so strongly in my room once that I slept in the guestroom for an entire week. Lol! Of course, idiot me didn’t even ponder at the time that it could have been him).   But back to the dream ---       I was waiting for “Neil” inside some old fashioned building/cabin. I was standing by the fireplace, waiting for him to show up. The room was pretty bare, and the fireplace was an ‘open-air’ concept and made of stone. Instead of the backside of the fireplace resting against a wall, only one edge was flushed against the wall. One side of it faced the front door and the other the room. I always thought that strange but Mom tells me that that would have been common in Renaissance times – for ventilation I guess? (Years later I saw the exact same kind of fireplace on some Hallmark version of Little House on the Prairie of all things. This was a cabin in my dream, mind you, and it did remind me of a Pioneer cabin, only Patrick isn't from that time so that used to confuse me. Of course, it no longer does confuse me though because back then I was over-analyzing and really... a cabin is a cabin.  It was really old and bare is all I know).   But I was waiting for him on the other side of the fireplace when Neil (possibly Patrick) BURST through the door with the WIDEST GRIN! We were both grinning like crazy, and even when he kissed me I remember thinking how lucky I was. I cannot even begin to describe how elatedly happy we both felt and how SURE we were that we had each found the right person. We were so happy we were actually GIDDY. Our excitement just could not be contained.        I even remember thinking in the dream that a lot of outside forces (people he and I both knew) didn’t want us to be together, but that we had both finally decided that very day – “Well to Hell with them and what THEY want!”  All we wanted was to be happy, together, and on our own terms. A lot of this dream was very quiet and serene though. Even more than when he burst inside, I remember standing by a lit fireplace, alone and waiting for him to arrive. I even remember him kissing me in front of this fireplace, and everything was so QUIET and peaceful.   But I cannot begin to describe how STRONG our feelings for each other were. I don’t think “Love” is even a powerful enough word. Honestly, I think "love" is a puny word to describe the feelings in this dream. I don’t think the word even exists in our vocabulary to describe those feelings. You have to feel them for yourself to comprehend the force of it.     Dream about Patrick's horse:        - After my friend did a reading one night, the next morning I was wondering if Patrick’s horse ever had a name. I even voiced my question out loud. (Don’t ask me why I was so curious about such a trivial thing as his horse’s name. LOL! I just wanted to know, as this white horse seems to be very important to Patrick. I see it in a lot of my dreams with him, and a white horse is always in tarot readings on him). I went back to sleep that morning, but woke with the memory of a dream of seeing a large piece of old parchment with torn edges.      It said “Hooker” on it, and then went into describing the type of horse it was. It was like reading a definition in the dictionary really fast, but all I remembered reading was “Dapple Mare."        Well, when I woke up I thought “Hooker” was a strange name for a pet, but I looked it up anyway. I found out that it had Old English/Irish origins and was coined by the Anglo-Saxon tribes of Britain. I then looked up pictures of dapple mares, and they do look like Patrick’s horse. I always thought of it as a white horse, but on the internet even the dapple grey mares look white to me.    So maybe he really was trying to answer my question through that dream. Also, in that dream the information was coming in FAST... which is common for spirit communication.   And this is a little interesting:   - Two days after that dream, my Mom was looking at computer desks on the internet when one of the desks she was seriously looking at went by the brand name "Hooker." LOL! My friend told me she thought that that was confirmation for my dream. That it was Patrick’s way of forcing me to pay attention and to stop second-guessing my dream.    - The morning that I had the dream about the name of Patrick’s horse, my friend dreamed about a white horse that night as well.     Another Hugging Dream:     Last night I was WIRED and couldn’t sleep at all, so I decided to peruse my dream journals. I stumbled across a dream entry from 2002. I’m thinking Patrick was “incognito” in that dream. I’m so glad I wrote this dream down. I do remember writing it down b/c it really stuck with me and depressed me, which I thought unusual.   The dream I'll type below -     I had the dumbest/emotional dream this morning. (Tossed and turned all night TRYING to sleep). It sounds dumb, but this dream had Northern Exposure’s ‘Chris in the Morning’ in it. In the dream I knew he had to end up with Maggie, but the trouble was that I loved him more. And, to my surprise, he felt the same. But we both knew that he had to end up with Maggie anyway – like in the tv show. We never said how we felt about each other outwardly. We each knew by a mere hug. A very long hug. I remember giving him just this simple “See ya” hug, but feeling very sad. I mean, in this dream…. I was sooo in love. But as I hugged him, he hugged me back. And he would not let go of me! He just kept on holding me tight, and that’s when I felt so keenly that he had feelings for me as well. It was so terrible! Terrible because we didn’t have a choice. We couldn’t be together. Then, later in the dream, I was crying so hard about it in front of some friend – but not telling her why I was so upset. (She was a little upset about something, too). Anyway, it sounds dumb but the feelings I felt for him… and the feelings I felt coming from him…. were so real. Guess this was your typical ‘I’m lonely’ dream. That’s it – an ‘I’m lonely. Please hug me’ dream. :o(       End dream.       But then... in the same entry at the very end… what did I write down but this ---   "I’ve also been wondering very much lately about whom the Knight is exactly – the ghost I saw when 7 years old. I’m so curious to discover the truth. He is real. Very real, though I’ve only seen him the one time."    Okay, so in this dream Chris/Patrick was just hugging me. Well… in that ‘staring into my soul’ dream he did the exact same thing. Just held me close. Also, in both dreams he never spoke a word. (Which I hear is normal for spirits as they communicate telepathically). Also, I was wondering about 'the ghost/knight' at the time that I had the above dream. So I guess Patrick knew I was wondering who he was again, so he came to me in my dream.   I also think it might be significant that CHRIS Stevens was in this dream.  CHRIS is similar to my name - KRIStin.  And you know what they say about twins being a reflection/mirrors of each other... and in this dream Patrick came to me as "Chris."     I do think details are important in our dreams.       Dream with my mother:   - I brushed this dream off for a few days before taking it seriously.    I dreamed that my grandma (Mom's mother) was visiting us at our house, and that my mother was telling her about Patrick. She told Grandma that Patrick told her that he was going to have a profound influence on my life.     It's in his Kiss dream and coincidence:     - Back in high school I was crazy in love with New Kid on the Block Member Jordan Knight.    I had this dream where Jordan was a lot older than me, but he didn't look it.  I was studying with him in my room, but grew really tired so I turned off the light and went to bed. Jordan (who I now think was really Patrick) stayed in the room with me.  He knelt on the floor beside me, and kissed me so softly.     9-22-16 Update:    I just realized that in this dream "Jordan Knight" is kneeling next to me beside the bed, and when I saw Patrick's spirit when I was a little girl he was kneeling next to bed fixing the covers at my feet.  Oh, wow!  This is the first time I've realized that!  This has sure been one strange evening.  (Seeing how I've actually received several signs from him tonight alone).  Also, in this dream "Jordan" didn't leave the room after I turned out the light and went to bed.  I actually do remember that when I had that dream, I thought it a little odd that he stayed in the room after I retired for bed.  I also thought it strange that there was a big age gap, because in reality Jordan is only 3 or 4 years older than me. But nowadays... it just makes me think of the time Nat told me that Patrick says his favorite place to hang out is in my bedroom.  She said it made her laugh when he told her that he likes my bedroom because he feels that he has me 'all to himself' in there.  I've also been told there was a large age gap between us.    But back to the dream--        He stopped and then we started kissing again.  We then decided that we can’t do this, but it was so hard for us. (Sounds crazy but I really do think Patrick kissed me in this dream. It was just a tender, innocent ‘I love you’ kiss).   It was just 2 sweet little kisses. The kiss actually woke me up, and when I opened my eyes EVERYTHING in my room looked EXACTLY like it did in my dream. I was even lying in the EXACT same position that I was in my dream; on my right side, and at the right hand side of my bed.    Also… and this is very strange… in the dream I knew that “Jordan” and mine’s relationship was FORBIDDEN by outside forces. We were only friends, but not b/c that was what WE wanted. It was what EVERYONE ELSE wanted. There was also a large age gap b/w us in this dream. (All of that was present in my 'Reunion/Cabin' dream with him, too. That dream is the one listed at the top of this post).   But I was so surprised when this echoed Nat's second reading on Patrick to a T! And I find it a little funny that Patrick… a WARRIOR… came as Jordan KNIGHT in that dream. I guess some truths are in the details.    It didn't feel like a regular dream.  Honest to God, it didn't.  I never forgot the kisses in this dream because they were so gentle and unexpected, and we both had such strong feelings for each other.  We wanted so desperately to be together, but knew that we had to just pretend - even to each other - that we were only friends.         Good God!  I just realized that in one of those corny poems that I wrote back in high school (the one I had to actually turn in to my English teacher), it was about a couple that desperately loved each other but could only be friends.  Oh.my.God!  What the heck?!    The other parts of the dream were a little silly, but now that I've re-read it I think there's a message there as well.  (I've learned over the years that oftentimes the silliness in a dream can be an actual message attempting to come through).  I had actually completely forgotten about the last part of the dream.   Here's that other part of the dream:   Later, it’s like my guy was Danny Wood and not Jordan. (I've no idea why as I wasn't at all Ga-ga over Danny in real life).  I was in some grocery store and someone was on the phone with Danny. Danny asked my friend that he was on the phone with, how I was doing.    And I did the same.    (I guess this means Patrick is wondering how I am in this life, without him? And, subconsciously, I’m thinking the same about him on The Other Side? I say this because a phone is an obvious symbol for communication).    I also saw him in the woods.  (Remember my “King of Queens” dream that I had with Patrick in the woods, riding away from me on his white horse?)  I think he kissed me again, but we stopped.    Then at my house my cousin Brian asked what was wrong. (Nat has told me that she thought “Brian” was one of Patrick’s names. My sister, Anne, might have told me this as well. I take this as Patrick trying to tell me that one of his names was Brian… or maybe I’m just remembering that, subconsciously.  When I had this dream I didn't know ANYTHING about Patrick at all, so reading all this about the "Brian" name is so amazing to me.  Nat and my sister mentioned the "Brian" name DECADES after I had this dream and neither of them had ever heard about it). The rest of the dream entry that I wrote is missing; thrown out. I don’t think anything else important was there, else I would have recognized it and kept it. (Years ago I threw away most of those old diary entries, but read them all first just in case I had written down any Patrick dreams among them).   - A while back I was wondering if the dream above was Patrick incognito, or not. Well - at work that Friday, the teacher across the hall kept BLASTING the oldies song “It’s in his Kiss” during class changes. She played it over and over and over and over again. I was so sick of it by mid-morning.       When I got home I was doing an internet search for Animaniacs and Tiny Toons cartoon clips (which is strange for me since I never watched tv) when I came across that same song!    The characters from Tiny Toons - which just happen to be RABBITS - were singing it! (If you've read all the readings here, you'll understand exactly why the rabbits are so important).         OMG! I just saw that someone replied on the video, and they mentioned a "Phantom of the Opera" reference.     I watched the video and yep... at the end the rabbit has on a phantom mask! (POTO is also relevant here, if you know anything about Patrick).         Radio & Television  
  - That same night of the “It’s in His Kiss” coincidences, I dreamed something silly. I was talking to Mom about how I never get good reception on AM radio stations anymore. In this dream Mom told me that she thought it was b/c I wasn’t ignoring Patrick so much anymore and it was his energy that was messing with the radio stations. Lol   Anyway, the next morning I turned on the tv in the guestroom. It was on the travel channel and another ghost show was on. They were talking about King Henry/Jane Seymour and how he was much older than her. It then said that King Henry called her “his rose without a thorn.”     Well…. What did Mom/Patrick write in that automatic writing but --- “You were the flower. I was the thorn.”   So that’s several coincidences for the same weekend; the song and the flower/thorn mention. Also the age gap.     Stars & Swans Dream:       A long time ago I had this dream that my mother, father and myself were at some huge, fancy palace with marble floors. We were at a ball, and I did NOT want to be there. I wanted to get away from all the noise and people, so I stepped outside for a moment to be by myself. (In real life I am a very introspective and private person anyway, and feel very out of place in this time). When I was outside I was alone in a courtyard. It was very landscaped and PERFECT. It was nighttime and the sky was a very serene, beautiful blue and lots of stars were out. There was a white, domed glass building glowing in the distance. But in front of me, on both sides, were two huge square/concrete ‘pools’ if-you-will; not for swimming, and I think they had little fountains inside them. These two pools/fountains were filled with swans.      This dream always stuck with me b/c the colors and everything in the courtyard/the sky were so soothing and serene. And I knew it couldn’t have been a dream about a past life because my parents were in it. But I now think that that was a dream Patrick formulated himself – b/c of the white swans and b/c it was such a peaceful dream. I think that was his gift to me. And again, the night sky and everything was so serene and perfect. Lots of stars.       Computer Phenomena:    (Just FYI: On the exact same night my friend and I both had strange things - Patrick related - happen over the computer, and then I had this dream)   I kept dreaming that I was reading messages on the computer to me. It was like reading one of my guestbooks to my websites, and one or more of the posts were talking about Patrick. One of them even said "Love ya, Patrick."    But at the same time I knew that that wasn’t Patrick himself that typed it, but someone else. (I think it was a way to let me know that my friend was sending his messages to me FOR HIM over the computer; hence my dream that night and what happened to her that same night with msn).    I dreamed about reading these messages nearly all night long. Every single time I woke up, I was thinking of that computer screen that I was STILL dreaming about. Lol! So when my friend told me about her own experiences over the computer the next morning, I was amazed.     Lady Ghost Dream:       (This I’ll just copy and paste – for the most part - as I sent it to my friend. I was definitely brainstorming on this one, so bear with me)    - I had a really strange dream once where I saw a woman dressed in a long blue dress, wringing her hands when walking around a pool as she was looking for her lost children.   (Note: I had forgotten when I dreamed that that my aunt and a psychic had told me that Patrick kept saying something about losing children).   This lady crying for her children was a ghost. She came up to me and touched my arm (it felt like a cross b/w a tiny zap of electricity and that feeling you get when your foot falls asleep), then she got in my face and told me – “You’re an empath, aren’t you?!” She sounded really excited about her discovery, though I wasn’t in agreement with her at all. (So I guess that might mean that in my waking life I really am blocking any empathic abilities? My family and friends tell me this all the time. That my overanalyzing is blocking any abilities I might have). Actually, come to think of it – Dr. MacNeill (now I’m thinking Patrick?) was in that dream as well. After my encounter with the ghost, I was freaking out over the possibility of other spirits talking to me without warning. While balling my eyes out in hysteria, I told Neil that at the end of the day I really needed to talk to him about this. The entire day passed and each time I saw him, he completely ignored me!   So… I never thought about that until now. That Neil in that dream didn’t speak. Patrick never speaks in my dreams, so I guess he was Neil in that dream, too? So either my dream-self translated his not speaking to me as him rudely ignoring me, or he was really trying to tell me something by ignoring me. But WHAT? That perhaps I should stop disregarding that I could be an empath, thus making it easier for us to communicate? Beats me.   But I do wonder if that means anything. In one dream Patrick ran away from me on his horse, and in the one mentioned above he ignored me – or just didn’t speak b/c he was a spirit. But I really do think that he was ignoring me in that one dream purposely. Every single time I ran into him, he would walk right past me without acknowledging my presence. I remember feeling hurt because it wasn’t his normal character.   Maybe it wasn't him?       Uncomfortable Dream    (Email excerpt)   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.       Three Tarot Cards
   I dreamed that Mom woke me up and stood at the side of the bed. She had tarot cards in her hands, only they were oversized tarot cards. Very large, like the size of a big picture frame. I think she told me the cards had to do with my past life.    I can’t remember 2 of the cards, but I do remember one of them. It was a picture of a red-headed woman (high society I think, or very near it) atop a white horse. The horse blanket on the mare was 2 layered; a rusty red and green. The lady sitting on top of the horse was reaching down to the men on the grass below. There were about 4 or 5 of them. One of them had straight black hair and was older than myself; like he was an uncle or something. I remember Mom telling me that that particular card was a Happy card. But I didn’t quite believe her b/c I thought there was a little bit of blood on the card. As if I had just escaped the midst of some battle or something. (Which made me remember that tent dream).    (Note: I’ve been told that this dream might be saying that Patrick IS me; as in he’s my twin flame. I have to say that this makes sense as I think I had RED hair in that PL and Patrick had a WHITE HORSE. In this dream I – the red-headed woman – was on Patrick’s white horse).       Funny Computer/Tarot Dream     I dreamed that a member at a forum I frequent sent me an email or a PM with a message from Patrick. I dreamed that Patrick was sending a message to me through her via the computer. (I’ve had this happen before with my medium friend). Anyway, I vaguely remember it all. Two pictures stood out for me more than anything.    Smileys  In this dream he told her (via the computer) that he wasn’t ever going to reincarnate b/c his last life exhausted him. I mean REALLY exhausted him. To convey that message he was using smiley faces. I remember 3 animated smileys where at least one of them was one of those smileys dressed like a knight with a sword. I remember this armored smiley crying theatrically and then basically falling to the ground from exhaustion. Lol!   Castle tarot card I also remember seeing on her email to me a small tarot card with a castle on it. The card itself was small and kind of narrow. It was also all black and edged in white. The castle on the card had lots of turrets and it was all white. He said something about me and then about his castle. He was comparing the two. I remember the words “beauty” and “adoring.”    Ghost smiley The last thing I remember was a ghost smiley and him saying he was watching over me.    I wish I could remember more of the details. It’s just like that dream I had the other night with the oversized tarot cards. There were 3 (or more) cards in that dream, yet I can only recall the one.   Also, before I had that dream I had a man’s name inside my head - "Steve Bischoff" - and then saw a picture of the actor that was in that dragon movie and who played the prince in “A Knight’s Tale.” (Just found out the actor is James Purefoy and the movie is called "Dragon Sword" or "George and the Dragon").         Now, a while back I taped some of that dragon movie because I thought it was cute; reminding me a little of The Princess Bride. The other day I was looking for a certain Ghost Hunters episode, etc when I stumbled into that movie on one of my tapes, so… that’s probably why that actor was in that dream. But I’ve no idea who the heck “Steve Bischoff” is. I looked up that name on imdb and on the list of teachers at the schools I work at. I HAD to have heard that name somewhere, but so far I haven’t a clue where I heard it. It’s a strange last name, but I'm sure it's nothing.  The "Steve" part might have been because of the "Steve" Taps member on GH.  The last name though.... no clue at all where that came from.   Also, a few months back I woke up with the name “Trelefeuse” in my head.   UPDATE: In Mom's genealogy research she discovered there was a TRALEE FEUD in Ireland. Maybe that's what that's about? It certainly sounds similar. (By the way, I've had dreams before where they match genealogy research my mother has done on our family.  I have those dreams listed elsewhere, on my Dreams Blog).   Also... I have had quite a few dreams where a man with short black hair was present. I don't know anything beyond that.  (Those dreams are also typed up on my Dreams blog)     Home Sweet Home       I’m not sure when I had this dream, but it’s one of my favorites so I figured I should copy/paste it from my other blog.     In this dream I was visiting the castle ruins of where I lived in a past life. It was a beautiful, sunny day and I was SO HAPPY to see the place and SO SHOCKED that I had forgotten about it.    And when I say I was visiting ruins, I mean RUINS. This place was OLD. The 'walls' that were left were no more than a few inches tall and were a light grey color. They were almost blue they were such a light grey.  (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).     And even though everything was gone, I instantly recognized everything about the place and where everything used to be. I remembered where all the buildings used to be and what served which purpose.   The grass was very green, and there were concrete slabs/squares buried in the ground for tourists to walk on as this was a very hilly, HIGH area.    I can't begin to describe how filled with joy I was in this dream, and how flabbergasted I was that I had forgotten all about that life. Really, in this dream I felt so ridiculous that I had forgotten everything. Forgetting that place, and that life, felt as silly and insane as forgetting your own mother!    It was just all so inconceivable to me that I could ever forget all of it. In this dream I was happy beyond words. We’re talking GIDDY with joy.    And this is funny: When Mom tried communicating with Patrick for me once - which is RARE - I mentioned to Mom that if there are past lives I would love to see where I used to live.    She then heard Patrick tell her, “It’s not there anymore.”    I guess he didn’t understand that I was talking about wanting to see it in A DREAM. Not real life.Lol!       House inside a hill        While watching "Tristan & Isolde" tonight I realized that there's another dream that I had a couple months back. I now think I should have written it down back then.    The feel of the dream was very happy. I was inside some pitch black dark place… so dark you couldn't see a thing… then lifted this flap which led to the outside. This flap was in fact the door, and I think it was the hide of an animal.    I look around and I’m facing very green hills scattered with people and children running about. I think I even remember seeing a couple of boys playing and running with some kind of red fabric trailing behind them. It was like a wind sock or something similar. (I think the little boy had curly brown hair). We were on a cliff face which was very, very high up. Incredibly high up.    There were other houses like this all over these hills, fairly close together. I mean everywhere. It was sunny and the landscape was vast. Very beautiful. These were quite literally homes dug inside the hillside.    It was an entire community, and everyone seemed so happy! We didn’t exactly have riches, but we didn’t need riches because we were all together. It felt like that day, or just everyday in general, felt like a holiday or celebration of some sort. I cannot express enough how positive an environment this community was.    You would think it’d be depressing living in such a cold, dark place - a home literally carved inside the earth - but it wasn’t like that at all because of THE PEOPLE living there alongside me.    I'm not sure this is a Patrick-related dream, but I include it here because it reminds me of Ireland.        A Snowy Day & a Clumsy Knight        I just found this dream entry, which took place way back in the 90’s. (I would imagine this dream took place around the same time I had the “It’s in his Kiss” dream with Patrick in disguise as NKOTB Band Member Jordan Knight. This means I was either a junior or senior in high school at the time, or perhaps it was just a year or so after).    The first part is just ridiculous, but I’ve learned that sometimes the ludicrous elements of a dream are in fact a greater message. Personally, I feel that this dream in particular was half coming from me – as in it was just a nonsense dream with no deep meaning – but the one part with the pretty scenery and Jordan Knight was actually Patrick coming through. I think it was a blending of both.    Here it is:    He - as in NKOTB Band Member Jordan Knight - keeps peeping his head around President Clinton to see the fans. (Note: Patrick was a leader of men, ya know).    Then I see the rest of the band members in the snow. Joe is on a huge white horse on a cliff side. (I now know the cliff could be Scotland. I also now know that Patrick had a white horse). There are lots of trees in the ‘back’ of this cliff, and everything at this place is BEAUTIFUL and all covered in white. I mean completely covered in snow. It was so pretty. (It’s no secret that I’ve always longed to see tons of snow covering the ground, as in real life I live in the snowless state of Texas). Jordan gets on the horse, but he can’t stay on it.    Every single time he tries to mount up, he keeps falling off.   Like literally hanging on to the horse for dear life.   (Could this be Patrick’s sense of humor coming through, pertaining to my obsession with Jordan Knight back then? Was Patrick making fun of him? Jordan Knight can’t even mount a horse to save his life? The man is nothing like a real knight? If so, I find that so incredibly hilarious).    Everyone laughs at Jordan’s clumsiness. Some red-headed girl is there. (I’ve always wanted my hair to be redder, and Nat says I had reddish hair in that past life. I believe the red-head in the dream was someone I knew at school). I also see a guy that I knew from school. (His last name was “Neil” by the way, which is a little odd seeing how Patrick has come to me in a lot of dreams as “Neil Mac Neill” from the Christy tv series. I think that was his ‘safe’ way of visiting me in dream state because when he came as himself in that tent dream with the battle going on around me… it scared my dream-self to death. This dream took place loooong before all that though, so I do believe the “Neil” name is just an odd coincidence).    The end of the dream didn’t make any sense. All these fans run up to the center of this huge street area, and they get their video stuff. (I think it was memorabilia that was in a music video they made, and these things were given to fans). One girl got 2 skateboards, which made me mad. (Note: In that Gerry Butler/Patrick dream that Nat had – the one where he came up to her on the street, watching me from a distance and telling her about when he and I were “courting” each other in that past life - in the beginning of her dream she said “Gerry” was riding a SKATEBOARD). Now WHAT the heck does that mean?! What’s the message there?    All I could find about a skateboard was this in the dream dictionary:    To dream that you are skateboarding indicates the ups and downs of some emotional situation or relationship. If you zip along with no crashes in your dream, it means you have the strength and energy to achieve your goals in life.      A Hovering Spirit/Aura          I believe I had this dream back in 2008, and I’m listing it here now because I suspect one of the men in the dream I just had last night (10-26-16) is the spirit present in this dream.   Here’s that dream:    I was in my bed, and there at the end of the bed is a male spirit sort of hovering. (Indian style, I think). He had short black hair and there was an aura with VIVID COLORS surrounding him. Gold, orange, red, etc. Very vivid and bright. Incredibly vivid. In this dream he kept asking me if I loved him. But the entire time, when I answered that – “Yes, I love you. You know that” – I knew the whole time that I was basically humoring him; saying that just so that he would leave. He kept asking me – over and over again – if I really loved him. It was bordering on pestering even.     This spirit was definitely not Patrick.   Not because of the black hair, but b/c when Patrick comes to me in my dreams (even in disguise) the EMOTIONS coming from both sides are equal and very strong, and in this dream my feelings vs this spirit’s feelings were in no way equal. Also, Patrick never speaks in my dreams. He communicates more telepathically. And besides.... these days I pretty much instantly recognize Patrick in a dream. His energy and our feelings are always the same.    I didn’t receive a guardian angel/spirit guide vibe with this spirit either. (They wouldn't ask a question like that anyway). I don’t know if this dream was a visitation, a nothing dream, or a dream echoing something in my waking life. I have absolutely no idea. It was just strange. I mean, I’ve dreamt about spirits before, but this was different. Very out of the ordinary. I really didn't receive a very good vibe with this dream. Not horrible, but annoying.    Dream dictionary: To see an aura around you or someone else, suggests that some important information is being relayed to you in the dream and you need to pay close attention to the message. You need to draw on this energy for strength.       October 27, 2016
  My Stubborn Protector       And here was last night’s dream:     FYI: I don't believe for one second that this was a 'visitation' dream.  It was too odd to be that, but I do feel there are glimmers of truth here.  I think it was my own subconscious trying to break through... hence the weirdness in the dream as well as certain things that feel like a 'message/memory' if-you-will.   In the first part of this dream I was with some people and I think we had just gotten out of a car to go inside some building, or maybe even eat inside some restaurant.  (It was a business of some sort).  A man was with us.  He was tall, slim, and had short black hair.  I don't remember seeing his face too well in the dream, but I do remember thinking that he was handsome and reminded me a little bit of Hugh Jackman.  However, the shirt that he was wearing took all attention away from that.  He was wearing the most ridiculous black sweater that looked like something a kid would wear. It was a black sweater that had a full rainbow stitched on it.  On both ends of this rainbow were clouds. (Just like a kid would draw while coloring).  It was insanely ridiculous, and in the dream I remember thinking I hope that he realizes how dumb he looks  because once people see that sweater they're going to stare/laugh/etc.  Thankfully, he thought of that I guess because he pulled on a brown leather jacket over it.  He zips it up and we all go inside the building. (I do think the rainbow is significant because I think it's connected to the dream I listed above; of the man with the aura/rainbow colors surrounding him as he floated at the end of the bed.  I think they're the same man.  Even the hair color is the same.  Also, in both dreams he was annoying me.  I just now thought of that, only the annoyance in this last dream was nothing compared to the first dream).   The next part I hardly recall.  I vaguely remember two women psychics.  One of them was talking about how they wanted to use Van Gogh's painting 'Starry Night' on their new business cards, or tarot, or something.   In the final part of my dream I'm with lots of people. I'm trying to sleep underneath a white tent of sorts. (Just like with my 'tent/battle' dream, it looked more like large sheets were the roof of the tent.  Only, this one was HUGE.  It seemed to go on forever, so I guess these 'tents' were all connected.  It almost seemed as large as an arena).    There's a blond man with me, which I assume is Patrick because he immediately made me think of Brad Pitt in the movie 'Troy.' We were both inside this massive, very overcrowded 'tent' and I think I was trying to rest.  Patrick was lying down next to me on the ground, on my right hand side, with his back against me.  I knew he was only doing his duty, protecting me, but I was extremely IRRITATED with him because he was so literal.  He was lying down with me, but he was not leaving me any breathing room at all.  I mean this man's back was plastered against me and I absolutely hated that. I'm pretty sure he had his trusted sword in one hand, too, ready to defend me at a second's notice.       I finally had reached my limit I guess because I start yelling at him.   But then some weirdness crept inside the dream again because I remember thinking that my voice - as I was yelling at him - was being captured on an evp, only my yelling was coming through as opera.  Lol!   He’s very upset with me; my defiance. It was his duty/purpose to protect me, yet here I was distracting him from doing his job. He becomes so upset with me that he starts retching of all things, right there in the tent… which then infuriates me even more.  (Or maybe he was actually really sick.  This was the 1600's after all, and I did have a dream once where he - "Neil" in disguise - was keeping it a secret from me that he was dying).    I was so angry that I didn't have even an ounce of sympathy for him.  I tell him that I’m going to be losing even more sleep now because I have to clean all that up. I felt like his response to my righteous anger was childish, or like having a dog that’s upset. (Or like I said, maybe was was actually ill and I was just too angry - or sleep deprived - to even ponder that possibility).   I knew full well that his feelings and actions towards me were genuine and coming from a loyal and good/dutiful place, but it annoyed me to no end!   Also, I vaguely recall some older man in the dream.  I don't think I knew him.  He was in his 70's I guess and had balding gray hair.  I think he was just a lookie-loo with my meltdown.   Okay, so that was the end of the dream.       When I woke up I decided to jot down notes about the dream, to record here on this blog.  After I did that I logged on to Facebook.  One of my feeds was someone posting a tarot spread.   This was the spread:        Just for the fun of it, I did it.  You had to think of a person that has crossed over, and the card you picked was supposed to be a message from them.   Since I had just had that Patrick dream, I thought of him and then picked a card.  The card I chose was # 5, and this was the result.      I did find it a little odd that it could have echoed the dream I just had; that his duty/job always came first.  Also, it echoes what my mother has said about him before; that he wasn't always one to express his innermost feelings, and that he was likely taught from his youth not to have emotions at all.   I do think Patrick did a lot of his 'talking' through his physical presence/energy, and then his eyes.  I absolutely think his silence spoke volumes, or at least to me it did.   I think words were pretty unnecessary.   I just thought of something.  There were psychics in that dream, and right after I wrote down notes to the dream I see the FB post from a psychic/medium with the tarot cards. Also, in the dream the psychic lady was talking about wanting to put Van Gogh's 'Starry Night' on those cards.  (Which reminds me of the AW and my stars dream with Patrick). Those cards of hers I knew were either business cards or tarot.     So there was a psychic and tarot cards in my dream, and then that's the first thing I see online after writing down notes to the dream.  (A psychic posting a tarot spread).  It's likely coincidence, but a little strange just the same.