Intro:Time travel dream part 1

[sincereseeker]

This is part one of a very long dream that I had. Part 2 will follow. Thanks : Sincereseeker
(A/N) up front here so you will understand things when they come up in the dream
(otherwise they won't make much sense to you).

A/N:
88th Avenue and East 14th Street, Oakland, California - the street I spent my earliest
years on, my home, my roots that were stolen from me when my family chose to move away.

David- Refers to the actor, David Caruso, who plays Horatio Caine on CSI Miami: I've been
struggling with quite a painful unrequited love for him something, intense, serious and
heart renderingly painful for me ever since before my birthday in Feb of this year. He
happens to be the same age (52) as I am; only he was born 6 or so weeks before I was.

Capricorn Sun/Scorpio moon- An astrological combination of formidable will and intensity;
that will can also be quite willful and ruthless about doing what it wants to do when it
wants to- It's David Caruso's astrological sun and moon

In this dream, I am in 2 places. I am the observer (looking at events from above) as well
as in the dream. Generally, I am not in my dreams


Now: the dream
In 2008, I'm watching television and Popeye, the cartoon character comes on but
strangely he's wearing a surgical mask, but of course one knows it's Popeye by his look.
He showing a group of military people how to secure things, i.e.; how to keep one's desk
secure if it has papers on it, he pulls shades down in an office meaning the shade over a
door, rather than a window. He goes to some windows and boards them up as well all the
while stressing security from something from the outside. All of a sudden I feel a shift
and I go from watching the cartoon to being part of the audience in the cartoon (I’m real,
the people are real) watching as it is almost done. I find myself chewing on popcorn,
chewing vigorously- I know it's white and unbuttered (I prefer buttered). I can taste it,
feel it in my mouth crunching it, and smell it, etc just as one would be doing if one was
awake. It is at this point I have sensed a time shift and wonder where I am?

I can see that I am on some military base, Army it feels like and around some medical
people. When I have experienced a feeling of a *time shift* as my observer self notes, the
active me in the dream also knows this and starts trying to find out the date to get my
bearings. All the while I know I'm from 2008 and I'm about to say as people ask me how I
am. I want to tell them a bit puzzled and that I'm from 2008 but sense I have no proof. At
first I think that I DO have proof- my San Leandro Times Newspaper has the 2008 date on
it, but when I look down the newspaper has changed to another paper with the date of the
place I am in now. It feels like the 1940s, why 1948 sticks out in my mind is strange but
truly it feels like the 1940s and wartime.

[sincereseeker]

Part 2 of the dream- hope for some feedback. Thanks!
Sincereseeker
I am almost wishing that I had my cell phone
with me but I don't and then suddenly realize that it was better that I don't have it; how
could I explain it.

I am confused and suddenly feel alone; at first I see some faces that look like the
ancestors of some people I know, but I'm not sure so I don't approach them. A couple of
women want to help me to get home or help in any way they can. I begin to think- my
parents haven't even met yet and any other relatives I might have would have no knowledge
of me at all. So I don't have any real place to go. I'm asked though where is home and I
say 88th Avenue and East 14th Street. My observer self notes this and feels that I am
going to my core parts of myself, what I feel is the real me in a sense. I go outside
still confused a bit as to what to do but assured that I will have somewhere to stay. Then
I say to myself I need some guidance, so then aloud I say: “I want to go to Mass; I want
to go to Mass..."
I knew that it would seem strange to the people around me that a Black woman would request
that but I felt a need to go. Again my observer self knew that I was returning to some
core basic roots.

They directed me to a large Roman Catholic cathedral nearby and I went inside to the
section where they sell Missals, rosaries, crucifixes, things like that. As soon as I look
at everything, I begin to cry very hard and say to myself “Why did they take this all away
from us? Why did we lose all of this in my time when we really need it? (I am thinking
about Vatican II that did away with Masses and such that look like this for the most part
in our present 2008 time). I relate to what the church was in this past time frame very
much (as I do in the real life). I enter the church and it is filled with thousands and
thousands of people, all praying, all anxious and dressed very conservatively. The priest
is surrounded by a horde of people; the clergy bring out a fully dressed body of a saint
(one that has been miraculously preserved from decay) under glass as in a procession. I
see nuns who have just been newly made nuns- they wear crowns of flowers and their veils
are rose pink hanging down from the back. I can tell that people are praying to be
delivered from a horrible fate, from a lurking disaster (such as an invasion, war, disease
something eminent, just around the corner).

I go outside and before I do, bless myself with Holy water from a bronze container
relieved to be able to do such things as I can’t do in my own (2008 time). Then I see a
makeshift podium on a hill and a Protestant preacher speaking from a microphone to tens of
thousands of people standing outside. Again, the same themes of prayers for deliverance
(as stated above) are being asked for. I walk a bit up the street and see some white neon
lights play on the onion domes of a Russian Orthodox church ( you can’t see the rest of
the building). There are at least 50 or more bishops and higher clergy going up a steep
flight of stairs to the church, singing in Church Slavonic (the sacred language of the
Slavic church). Also, there are thousands of people praying in the same anxious way.

I begin to walk up a street and it becomes muddy and my loafer shoe slips off of my
foot (leaving it bare) twice, but I manage to get the shoe back on. Someone notices my
shoe and wonders what kind of material it is- I know that it’s plastic and brown but I
cannot explain plastic to these people. I walk and then get caught up in a Roman Catholic
procession where people are crawling their way towards somewhere in a procession. I go
along and then I see a middle aged plumpish Italian man devoutly in procession crawling
and I think of David’s father. I see a dark eyed, dark haired woman behind him, his wife
who is also devoutly crawling in the procession. Next I find it odd that for some reason I
see a baby, red haired and he too is crawling and I tell myself that can’t be David
because he’s the same age as I am, and hasn’t been born yet.

However, I feel it is him somehow but don’t understand- it all feel abstract and not real.
So as the baby crawls by me looking at me, I say to him: “Be good David, be good” and he
goes by me. I almost lose my shoe again and step to the side. I see some bohemian looking
women who are not praying and not part of any procession and I stop. They recognize that
I’m from 2008, just as they are (although no one else in all of the crowds so far
recognized this). So one of the women has on a hanging gold earring which looks like a
donut hanging from a thin string and she asks me what did I want to say or to know? I
touch the left side of her face and say to her the following:

“I am from the West, from California” pointing to the left side of a corner. “He is
from the East, from New York,” pointing to the right side of a corner. “I am this,” I
point to my African-American skin which is dark. “He is like you,” I point to her skin. I
then say: “I don’t understand why, but I DO know this truth- that I love David with all of
my heart, body and soul.”


The women show me a screen, which is a like the billboard that you would see at a bus stop
where you sit and look at an ad to your side. The screen is blank and the women disappear.
In the blink of an eye, a figure of Jesus Christ appears, as the image of the Sacred Heart
(you probably have seen such). But the image is so quick that if you looked twice you
would have missed it. Then the screen shows me a scene, it is of a Volkswagen Bus painted
with the hippie symbols of the 60s/70s and David is with a group of young men. I get the
message that something terrible like an accident has happened but that no one was killed,
however David is at fault or somehow is one of the people at fault and didn’t take
responsibility for what happened. Then the voice tells me something that I already knew.

The male voice tells me about the girlfriend he separated from while she was giving
birth to their second child and at the same time, took up with another woman. The voice
said he did this for himself, only thinking of himself and no one else.
Then I begin to think; this is same sort of will or willfulness that is true about
Capricorn Sun/Scorpio moon men- I think of Ralph Fiennes, the English actor that has this
same astrological combination, but is younger than David by 6 years and has this fidelity/
willfulness issue/ problem. The screen moves fast, too fast for me to see but then it
turns from a movie image to one of blood red a bright red with white lettering- lettering
and the Christ figure again appears but the warning is written to say: if he does not
change: HE IS GOING TO HELL! I could feel my own heart stop, shock and horror on my face
as if to say, noooo please nooo! I ask Christ for mercy, for him. I beg and say we’re only
human here we all make mistakes some we don’t know why and that I love him. I beg for
Christ to have mercy on him, I plead saying over and over- my Jesus have mercy… (which is
a form of prayer by the way of the Sacred Heart). I don’t stop saying this until I wake up
horrified and terribly upset, yet in the back of my mind I say- David’s got free will,
there is little that I can do. I feel so helpless, so what can I do.

That is how the dream ends…My counselor said she sees a spiritual tie between David and
myself, as if I’m an intercessor, willingly one despite my own human failings. I get into
this love which is a mixture of the spirit but very much a sensual thing as well. I wish
that I could introduce myself to David properly and get to know him as a person and talk
as one human being does to another but I have been afraid to do so and my friends and
counselor see me as a flake for my feelings but yet I don’t know how to think. It’s all
been quite painful to me- I’ve really suffered a great deal over this unrequited love.