When I Dream.
- Marliana Alisemon
- 16 minutes ago
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As mercury retrograde ended, and we stepped into Saturn's retrograde, my dreams starting being more about visits, premonitions and more.
Taking It Back For Context
When I had just finally ripped off the band-aid with my family, specifically my father, and I had been homeless for a while cand shifted in to an apartment in Bankview downtown Calgary I was offered a job, by my step mother. She really didn't want to see me completely off without her and her and I always had a loving bond.
Looking back in many ways it was toxic just as my relationship with my dad but that's for another day. I took the job as a part time leasing agent and residential apartment cleaner for a management company she worked for running two buildings downtown. (I never saw my dad and I asked her to not share anything about my life with him. Whether she did or not... Thats between her and her Higher Power)
Along the way, I met her painter. He painted The apartments when people moved out of them. (I learned down the road what a slap paint job that was and not just there... every rental unit known to man LMAO) and his name was D. Christie. A wonderfully smart man, big thinker, isolated and kept to himself who loved Jane's Addiction and cannabis. A former addict on methadone, painting for my Rita-cat as well as sub-contracting and living in the building I was cleaning.
He had been in many apartments with me over a year or so, while I was cleaning he would be painting. and we started to get to know each other. He was funny, thoughtful, caring and loved his ferret with all of his heart. Eventually we would start hanging out together, he'd pick me up in his white car and we would just go for a drive, talk and listen to... Jane's Addiction. We would go for dinner and to the movies hell we would go bowling.
I got really good at calling him Mr. Christie LOL and I always made sure I told him "Mr. Christie, you make GOOD cookies"
We became very close. But never more than friends. I thought for the longest time he was A-sexual and had no desire for more. I did secretly really care for him in so much more than friend way and he never let on that he did too. I introduced him to my best friend Mandal, and her ferrets. We would go to ferret shows together, he would come over and hang out with all of the ferrets. We had a great bond.
I remember he moved away a couple pf years later to Vancouver for awhile to find better work, and I'd asked him to keep in touch. And he did for a bit, and as with a lot of long distance friendships... It stopped. Suddenly. I didn't hear from him again, until 2010, in May. I was in Hospice with my Rita-cat, and she was unresponsive, in the active phase of dying. and it was the evening and we had all gathered around her to visit with her and each other. Rita's friends were there, our family including chosen family. My husband who at the time was dating me and had moved in the month before ( our first date was Dec 1 2009 to be exact LOL) And in walked Mr. Christie. Same guy I hadn't spoken to or seen in over 3 years. Same clothing, hair and smile. I introduced him to my husband and we didn't really talk to much through that evening. after that I never saw him, or heard from him again.
Shortly after that, within days my Rita-cat passed. I was lucky and grateful enough to be there in her passing moments alongside our family, and my amazing husband who up until this point had been carrying Rita to the bathroom, feeding her, loving on this woman he barely knew. And I remember standing back behind the family, and almost out of body watching them as they screamed and cried as she took her last breathe and transitioned. I also remember watching the big ass golden ray of light come in at the exactly same time, and fill the hospice room up and shine directly on my Rita.
Rita and Mr. Christie had a great relationship. and loosing both of them; one for the first time and the other one for a second time was incredibly hard for me. The night Rita passed, My husband and I went home to our apartment. And I sat in the dark in the living room and he had gone to get the bed ready. I was crying so quietly, and all I could smell were Rita's cigarettes.... Rothman's Blue. It was very, very calming and reassuring she was still here, just different. It did not change the grief I was going through.
When I Dream.
I had a hard time sleeping on the "Day Out Of Time" 5 days ago (The Mayan calendar marks it as the one day between the old and new 13 moon calendar) and I laid awake for most of the night overthinking, playing things out... you know, life is hard for me right now and 3am is the best time to run through all of that, right? HA! I had been hearing conversations, music and games all night long to the point I got up to give my teenager crap for keeping me up but the house was silent (wink wink)
I finally fell asleep around 4:30am. And I was instantly in a lucid dream. I was aware of where I was, and who was around. And I was in this small white room, and up on the slanted wall that attached to the ceiling were blue glass and stone pieces, and piled on each other so they looked like stalactites coming out from the ceiling. Placed together in such a way the almost looked like Jenga pieces forming a 10 stalactites that had shaped like crosses. And they were musical, humming and frequency was coming out of them almost like wind blowing through.
Google says:
Blue Stalactites: Blue crystals and mineral formations in dreams often symbolize emotional healing, spiritual clarity, calm communication, or a deep connection to your subconscious mind. Unlike sharp or threatening cave structures, blue tones suggest peace and intuition.
The Humming Sound: A persistent hum or vibration in a dream usually represents energetic alignment, a sense of being tuned into your environment.
I opened the door and there was a theater hall outside. And there were other people that I know had passed out there rehearsing for a show. So I closed the door. And all of a sudden I was in my bed, just as I was in that moment Earth bound, but in the same room in the dream realm. The stalactites still there humming away and the lights were off. It was night time, cool tones with the blue shining in, the moon.
And I was on my phone talking to someone. I soon realized it was Rita on the other end of the phone and she wanted to catch up.
All of a sudden the white door opened, and Mr. Christie walks in.
Mr. Christie walks in. And he shuts the door behind him. I notice a mop, and a broom. A mirror on the wall.
And he's kind of pacing (it tracks) and he's telling me about his life, and I had to pause and say "Holy Shit, you're here! Rita, I've got to let you go, Mr. Christies here. Please call me any time" and the amount of love and kindness that flowed from that phone to me was beyond measure I truly can't explain how I felt. I quickly came to the realization, more like an intense knowing that he had passed. I don't get visits from people who are Earth bound. I put the phone down beside me on the bed. I am still laying down, but he's standing and talking about his life, and the things he could have, should have done.
And we chat about us. And how I didn't think he liked me that way. Well, he said he sure did and made a joke about jumping on me and he was laughing his sweet and kind laugh. His hair was still pulled back with his undercut showing... everything right down to his signature white muscle shirt. He was going on and was about to share somethings for me specifically and I was shocked awake... By the sounds of glass breaking.
Now, Google says being startled awake by the sounds of glass breaking could mean these things;
Shattering Illusions: The visitor may represent a truth or a guide, while the breaking glass symbolizes the abrupt destruction of a false belief, denial, or a protective boundary you built around your heart.
Piercing the Veil: Glass acts as a barrier between realms or conscious states. Breaking it means the spiritual message or energy was so strong it forced a violent or immediate breach into your waking reality.
A Shock to the System: Being jolted awake indicates that your higher self or spirit guides had to use a loud, jarring sound to pull you out of a spiritual slumber or a cycle of complacency released
Repressed Emotions: Glass breaking can represent pent-up tension, anxiety, or unexpressed feelings that are finally cracking open under the weight of the dream's message.
My gut and knowing says it was all of this. A "heshke Beshke" if you will. (A Ukrainian saying for a little bit of everything)
And I woke up with a new feeling of closure between us. (after the shock of course LOL) and I felt a little freer. I was so happy Rita called, and so sad I let her go. But I know she will be back she visits me waking and sleeping. It was Mr. Christie who shocked me. While I felt sad that I felt I knew he had come to pass, I was also happy for him. He's released from this plain, I knew his struggles more than most. I was one person he opened up to. And for that I will forever be grateful for our time together, our friendship and love between us.
Thanks for coming to share in my experiences family, I hope you enjoyed this post!
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