Dreamtime. A powerful time of adventure, learning and growth I always look forward to. I had this dream a while ago, and felt guided to get it down on paper:

I was invited to go to a highschool reunion of sorts, and to say I was less than enthusiastic would be an understatement! I didn’t want to go out of my way to spend time reminiscing about the good ol’ days, when to me there was much which was less than good. Somehow i got convinced to attend the soiree, and got myself all dolled up.

As I was getting into my car, snowflakes began gently falling from the sky slowly and rhythmically. During the drive, I began to think about the situations I would soon be facing, the potentially awkward conversations and the terrible food. I tried to focus on the road, the scenery and the snow which was now falling with more vigour. Sadly, my thoughts would return to my worry and anxiety.

A short time later, I found myself at the hotel where the reunion was being held. I touched up my lipstick, and made my way to the entrance. Friends standing outside greeted me warmly; perhaps this wouldn’t be as horrible as I had envisioned.

As I broached the threshold, I felt my heart start to pound heavily in my chest. I began to circulate around the room as if I were floating on air, zipping from painful conversations with people I used to know as a young girl which seemed to fill the ballroom. I felt the knots in my stomach twisting and my breath becoming shallow from my anxiety so purely; it was as if I were awake. I suddenly went into fight or flight mode, and I decided I had enough- I was outta here!

I found myself infront of the hotel eager to head back to my car, when someone said to me, “You’re not thinking about leaving already are you?” I nodded that indeed I was heading out. He then said, “Well you can’t leave safely- look infront of you- this is one serious snowstorm! The manager of the hotel is giving us rooms for the night, but we have to take our baggage to our rooms on our own. “Oh, I see,” I conceded, “It is really coming down now isn’t it? I suppose I’ll be staying a little longer than I had planned.”

I turned around, and went back into the hotel, but now I found I had a big black suitcase’s handle in my left hand pulling the wheeled bag behind me. I started up the spiral staircase, heading towards the conference room. There were still presentations and awards which had to be given out to round out the reunion events. All the people from my youth alongside me were starting to file into marble pillared room decked out with plush carpeting with our luggage in tow. I settled on a seat in the third row. We all seemed to be protective of our baggage, keeping it as close to our person as possible. Old friends and those who weren’

t the kindest to me, one at a time started to head up to the stage. Some had stories and others went up to receive awards. As my mind was beginning to wander, I heard my name being called over the PA. I snapped back into focus, and stood up slowly, looking around me nervously. Did I really want to go up there?
Deep exhale, on my feet- I’m going to do this, and I had to bring my luggage with me. The walk up to the stage was a struggle: the immense loft of the carpet made the dragging of my luggage so straining. Why hadn’t I noticed how much my baggage was slowing me down? I finally made my way to the stage area, slightly winded to boot! The emcee said, “You must lift up your bag and place it on the conveyer belt. “What?” I gasped. “Why do I have to put my bag on that conveyor belt?” I inquired. The emcee explained, “You have everything you need right now. Trust me, you really don’t need that old suitcase anymore. Pop it on the conveyor belt and get on up here girl!”

I found myself trying to rationalize what was said to me, but my mind was whirling and strength of my heart beating in my chest deafened my own thoughts. Throwing reasoning to the wind, I went with my gut and started lifting my bag up. I heaved with the dead weight of the luggage. I was surprised how heavy it was. It didn’t feel so immense when I was dragging it behind me, but now carrying it made me realize how much it truly was weighing me down! I finally got it up on the conveyor belt, and as I ascended the steps I watched my baggage fade into nothingness. Standing on that stage, my heart felt light; and reminded me of the childhood performances that this roomful of people and I once shared many years ago.

The ceremony went on for a while longer, and then I found myself in the lobby of the well-appointed hotel. It was now day, and we were all getting ready to check out. One of my friends who had greeted me upon my arrival the evening before, came over and said, “Hey what a fun night, I bet you’re glad you ended up having to stay afterall! And hey, check it out, looks like the storm is over- You will have a safe journey home.” I looked over my shoulder and saw the early morning sun bursting through the delicate clouds. A wonderful journey indeed.

In a quest to move forward on this amazing journey, I have found it is so important to do a spring cleaning of my life regularly. In this way, room is made for all the new and amazing experiences as I release the old ones.

How does this dream speak to you? What is it you need to release? What must you remember to celebrate? “As a child you were aware of your contact with God and the angels. You can always reopen your connection with Heaven the moment you let go of your fears. Ask the angels to help you with this releasement.” (Doreen Virtue)

Article submitted by Ilona Daniel