Spirituality as Energetic Continents

I was searching for a sparkly dress. I was a member of a choir that was traveling. Something was going on deeply with me and my personal relationships. I was more concerned about my friendships, particularly with men, than the actual going-ons of the choir.

I was closely following a person named Louie, someone I don't know in real life. Louie was much younger than me, but we're both adults. I'm in my 30s, he is in his 20s. He was shorter. Handsome. Dark hair and dark eyes. Hispanic. Invigorating personality.

He was my confidante. We had an ESP-like connection. We looked good together. People thought we were an item, but we were friends. We had a certain role to serve for the choir. We were top performers. A duet unlike any other.

I was searching for my friend, Tyler, but he couldn't be found. We had an otherwordly way of communicating with each other. There was an emotional void. He picked disconnection. He couldn't be reached. There were visuals that poured into my mind. Tyler and I at a park. We're near a bench. We're two parallel lines racing off in different directions. The friendship: dead. I was crying and feeling broken, like actually broken. If you busted a glass bottle on the side of a kitchen counter kind of broken.

I was searching for my mom. I was searching for my choir dress. I was made glamorous. Long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a confident stride. Louie and I walked downtown streets. We went to fancy restaurants. There were a lot of other people. Parties, dances, fireplaces, stars, dinner plates, Christmas lights. The images: blurry.

I was trying to find my husband in the haze. I was struggling to remember his name. His emotional color wouldn't reveal itself because something was blocking it. Something big, like a cosmological dragon or centaur. Not necessarily in the literal shape of these things but in the massive energy it would take to create their forms. Something like that was between us. We were in different dream locales. He was beyond a mountain. Out of reach.

I couldn't stop wandering. I was a rather beautiful person. My beauty wasn't hidden from me. My soul was searching. It was trying to find something and someone. It wanted to find many people. Where was my choir dress? I needed to get ready. . .

Louie and I could talk to each other with our minds. We kept running into each other because we had a similar energy signature.

I was eventually taken into a room. There was a computer. A bed with tall posts. Dangling white sheets that were thin and sparkly.

My friend, we'll call him Mac, appeared. He could see me clearly. We made eye contact. We sat on the floor and faced each other. We both sat with our legs crossed, knees pointing out.

He understood me on a deep and authentic level. We had a profound dialogue. He knew I was searching, and he could answer my questions. He had pretended to be different characters in my dreams to guide me to something bigger.

He knew I had a void in losing my mom. She hadn't passed yet, but the void had already begun. He knew there was a spiritual and emotional void and it was leaving behind traces of something. I was trying to hold onto those traces. It was like my mom was a continent of energy; it was guiding me and giving me deep insights into the cosmos. The void I was getting from her absence was doing very peculiar things to me. I had to be patient for the next block of spiritual energy to arise.

I can't really describe these "peculiar" things because they're not fully understood by me. They're things currently happening and difficult to observe or analyze.

But Mac understood these things. He is an ancient friend I've had. We share something on a deep level, maybe our own energy signatures came from the same origin. Mac could see me in an honest way. He understood my desires in the dreams. He was trying to help me connect to a higher power while also resolving my personal emotional and spiritual problems.

He might have been Louie. He was trying to help me see why my friendship with Tyler broke down and that it was okay to let it go. . . for now.

There were two Tylers he pretended to be to get my attention. The first Tyler was from childhood and high school. The second Tyler was a comedian and friend from college. Only one Tyler is actually named Tyler in real life. One is a pseudonym.

On a different note, he believed I had dated someone in the past, someone who I pulled strongly to, someone who also may have been part of an ancient energy signature with us. Mac and I have been friends far longer than I have realized. We were destined to meet in reality. He knew about my connection with someone who I had previously thought maybe I had shared a past life with. . . if that's even possible.

My husband was on the other side of this strange dream terrain, dream energy, or dream stasis. He was off in another topography. I couldn't find him in this dream, but Mac hinted we'd be brought back together and not to worry. Things were going according to plan.

There was just something else on another layer that I needed to go wander into. Somewhere very deep and old. Mac agreed with me that this had to do with my mom. She had taught me about a particular spiritual cosmos. I was dealing with the tectonic shift of it.

Mac and I eventually went out into the street. We were somewhere like New York City or London. He was in a suit. He was looking sharp. Everyone looked beautiful in this dream. I'm not sure what we said on a street corner. There were other people who joined us. The choir was coming together. Mac or I said something witty. Perhaps some kind of acknowledgment that we're from the same energetic origin. He flashed a smile. That's what I remember. His very charismatic and reassuring smile.

My choir was sitting in an auditorium. We were watching another choir. Before the choir on stage started singing, many of us started clapping and making noises. A very tall person was issuing tickets to people who made noises. I was given a ticket, and I negotiated my way out of it.

I thought it was nonsensical to issue tickets. I didn't need another "energetic burden", as I called it. I woke up and was somewhat amazed by this dream. My husband was coming home. I could hear his car in the garage. He gets shots on Mondays for allergies. Every Monday. He is doing this to help his respiratory system which has been struggling with different pet dander and pollen. His snoring was getting so bad that it was waking him.