This is a story about manifesting what we need on the ethereal plain while sleeping before we know we need it, most commonly known as dejavu. Personally, I love it when I am so aware of how this happens in my life. It reminds me that I am so much more than the physical body I walk travel around in and the source we are all connected to is so fucking amazing!
For this story I am going to share dates due to the relevance of timing and how the dynamics of the story fell into place.
The first dream happened on the morning of December 13th. In this dream I was driving down the street of the town I grew up in. As I drove along minding my own business, a big black SUV came out of nowhere and hit my car on the front right side panel. The strangest thing about that whole incident is that he came from the left side of my car, in which case logically the left side would have been hit first, I thought this very odd when it occurred, but just kept walking through the dream. The man who hit me was an older man, tall and slender with a full head of graying hair. He seemed to be family of sorts to me, a comforting and a gentle soul. When we got out of our cars to speak, we were both very calm, like accidents such as this happened to us everyday. We walked with one another down the street to an office, as we entered I realized it was a veterinarians office, even though there were no animals present or sign of any. Without asking questions or being told anything it was apparent that the older man worked in this office with a younger gentleman who also seemed very familiar to me. We spoke of the damages and what they cost. We came to the conclusion that both cars would cost around $350 to fix, so we called it even.
I awoke from the dream with a very clear recollection of what had occurred and recognized it must have had some sort of relevance, but I had no clue of what but as time moved on I came to see very the relevance and how the agreement was going to play out in this 3D dimension.
Upon waking to a beautiful day out, the dogs (Wendy and Oxnard) and I went to the beach. We always loved going to the beach to run, play and breath in the fresh air. The waves were big, the air was crisp and cool being that it was winter time. The dogs and I had walked a long distance from where the car was parked, as usual, only this time I was wishing the car was parked closer. The dogs had been running in the water having a fantastic time chasing the birds as normal, while I took a moment to chat with a person passing by. I was in mid sentence when I could hear Wendy calling me in my thoughts. I turned around to see Wendy frantically trying to get herself out of the water. The look on her face that spoke “please help me” said it all. I quickly ran to her to help her out of the water, clearly seeing that she had hurt her back right leg. I myself had walked in the area many times in which Wendy had just got hurt and it was easy for me to figure out that she had fell into the big sink hole that exist there. She did not cry at all, but misery was written all over her little face. All I knew is that I needed to get her to the car and on our way home quickly, so I could tend to the damage. Wendy was too heavy for me to carry and the only choice I had was to go get the car. How was I going to get to the car without Wendy feeling like I was abandoning her in such a time of need? I ran down the beach with Oxnard, while keeping an eye out for Wendy, as she hobbled along after us.
The quicker I moved the quicker she did. It was good and bad all at the same time; we made progress with the prospect of injuring her leg more. I had no choice, but to move slower and hang with her, all the while the panic switch within me was screaming like a siren on an ambulance. We finally made it to the car after what seemed like the never ending journey. I got Wendy and Oxnard into the car and off we went. When we got home I gave Wendy a lot of hands on energy healing and put ice on her leg, hoping that it would heal on it’s own without having to go to a doctor.
The next morning was December 14th and I awoke from a dream where I once again was in a veterinarian’s office. I was with a man who was wearing blue/green scrubs; he was of a medium build and had short brown hair. We seemed to be negotiating something, but the conversation was garbled and I was not clear what we were negotiating about.
That morning, Wendy’s leg was swelled up severely bad and she was in a lot of pain. I spun out of control emotionally in my survival part of my mind, since I was busted broke and not sure how I would pay for a veterinarian. What was I going to do? I was feeling like a bad mother and a loser for not having any money to take care of my furry little baby, Wendy. In the midst of my praying and crying it came to me that I should call my friend who worked for a veterinarian’s office and see if she would give me her opinion of what to do. After telling her what had happened and the position I was in financially, she told me she would call me right back. When she called me back, she told me to get Wendy ready to go to the Veterinarian. She told the doctor that Wendy was her mom’s dog, so then the visit would be billed and I could pay it off later. I was so elated and blessed to have such a good friend; she was a little angel in this time of need.
We drove into West Hollywood to the veterinarian’s office together and we got Wendy into the procedure room in the back. There we sat as calmly as we could to wait for the doctor who had stepped out for a moment. Since we were surrounded by the other staff in the back, it was hard to conceal that Wendy was not connected to my friend and paid no mind to her, only to me. Supposedly, I was supposed to be the cousin of my friend, but anyone could see that I was really the mommy of Wendy. Throughout it all, who I really was did not seem to matter; only the well being of Wendy mattered. When the doctor returned I looked up to see him walk in the door; everyone’s attention was on him. I was sitting in a squat position comforting Wendy and when I looked up and saw him, I almost fell over. There he was; the man from both of the dreams I had. He was real, in color and existing in perfect detail as I saw him in my dreams, even down to the color of his scrubs he was wearing. I said nothing except for hello and did my best to keep Wendy calm so they could check her. Inside myself I was ready to burst from the excitement of what was happening and as I was remembering all the details from the dreams and what was happening to play itself out, this is what all the negotiating was about.
Wendy was very defiant to others touching her, mostly due to the fact that she had been traumatized by a veterinarian doing blood test on her. They had to sedate Wendy to thoroughly exam her, so we had to leave her there for a few hours. As soon as we were out of ear shot of anyone working in the office, I told my friend all about the dreams. How the doctor was in them and the negotiating of something, which apparently was this situation. My friend was not surprised by what I told her “considering who I am” is what she told me. We went off to do other things, while we waited for the call to pick up Wendy. When we returned to get Wendy, she was extremely groggy and all bandaged up. I tended to Wendy as my friend got her medicine together and dealt with the doctor. Everything was taken care of (more than I knew) and off we went back home. On the way home I asked her how the billing was done and she told me that when she asked the doctor about the bill, he told her that there was no charge for the service and the medicine was the only thing to be paid for. I started to cry from happiness and gratefulness, what a blessing that had been bestowed upon us. I asked how much the bill should have been and she told me around $350. I had not told her anything about the amount of money spoke of in the dream and there she was telling me the same number spoken and agreed upon in the first dream. In the end the charge for the medicine was cleared off the chart as if it never existed.
Our connection as spirits, traveling the astrals and our connection through source to make agreements with one another works in miraculous ways. The proof is in stories like this and the many stories of all of our lives. Happy Deja Vu!!
You are so damn psychic! xoxo