This was my actual dream before I woke up today.\u00a0 I dreamt that I had to go to the grocery store.\u00a0\u00a0 I went yesterday to one and my hubby is going for me to another one today.\u00a0 Five kids means LOTS of food.<\/p>\n
I wasn’t even in my car, but rather a car I drove years ago.\u00a0 An ’88 White Lincoln Town car that\u00a0I called Little Debbie.\u00a0 I’m five feet tall, so it was like driving a boat.<\/p>\n
So the dream begins… I got really paranoid.\u00a0 Were they after me?\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n As I was walking up to the store, my purse felt like it was on fire, for real.\u00a0\u00a0 I wondered if my cell phone was overheating, but it was too hot for that.\u00a0 \u00a0I thought, even if it kills me, I must go back and look in my trunk.\u00a0\u00a0 Someone must have put junk in my trunk. I went back and sat in the car, afraid to open the trunk, but it was now dark and I’m afraid it will obliterate me and the people around me. I think I\u00a0see the scary car parked near me. I want to ask someone for help, but I think they’ll think I’m crazy. If I open the trunk and there’s a bomb in it, I’ll\u00a0be blamed for it and get in trouble. So then I feel like I hear a spying device, like they put a tap on my purse or trunk. A microphone type of noise.\u00a0 I felt like I was being watched and wasn’t in control of my own destiny.\u00a0Then, instantaneously,\u00a0I was mad as hell, helpless, and unsure of what to do, but that I must act.<\/em><\/p>\n I opened the trunk and it’s completely empty. I soften. I relax and process that my own fear tricked me and spun a crazy story, that I fell for. I get back in my car and realize it was all in my head and that car is gone. I’m tired and decide I’m just going to go home. I look at my email on my phone and see an article\/blog from a friend I met on social media, whose book is doing well. She was saying that now she has financial freedom and how beautiful that was for her and that she was so real about it. I looked down and there was money in my purses. A LOT. Too much to count. I got a fear monster to try to trick me again, that it was “those people” and I should be afraid of that good stuff, the money must be like a bomb or something. The real me knew it was okay. We had manifested it.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n As I was waking up, I realized in my dream Oprah had bought me a puppy that was a black female cocker spaniel.\u00a0 It looked like\u00a0our dog, Scarlett,\u00a0that passed away years ago.\u00a0 Someone in my dream suggested I name the new puppy, Scarlett Cunningham, but\u00a0I told\u00a0them her name was Indigo.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n Crazy and intriguing to examine my own psyche and what it means.\u00a0 I’m not afraid of the junk in my trunk, metaphorically or otherwise. Funny thing is, my actual trunk of my van is not working properly, but not broken. It’s not a priority to fix it right now.\u00a0 Oh, the subconscious giving me messages in my dreams.\u00a0 Can you tell I’ve been working on prosperity!\u00a0 Not obvious of anything.\u00a0 Morale is to not be afraid of your own stuff, your issues, blocks, fears, doubts, and such.\u00a0 You are safe.\u00a0 Remember God is always there.\u00a0 Trust that.<\/p>\n P.S.\u00a0 Dream interpreters would have a field day with this.\u00a0 What do you think?\u00a0 Indigo corresponds to the sixth chakra, your third eye.\u00a0 My intuition is strong, but I’m always wanting to connect deeper.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This was my actual dream before I woke up today.\u00a0 I dreamt that I had to go to the grocery store.\u00a0\u00a0 I went yesterday to one and my hubby is going for me to another one today.\u00a0 Five kids means LOTS of food. I wasn’t even in my car, but rather a car I drove…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":568,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-78","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n
\nAs I’m getting out of my car,\u00a0I hear my trunk shut. I see a car drive past with four people in it, I remember it was two men and two\u00a0women. The one woman in the passenger side was blonde with mean, piercing eyes that felt like they were taunting me. They were driving towards the store and then circled back towards my car. The woman told them to recite days of the week. I feel like they circled twice and she did that again.<\/em><\/p>\n