Oprah Closes Shop – It's The End of the World

For some reason I am in Oprah's office. Oprah has decided to close shop. She is very grateful when I suggest that everybody pitch in to help her distribute the items that she is giving away. But she is also very sad and she recognizes that I empathize. This phase of Oprah's life is not only the end of Oprah's world, but also the end of mine and others as well.

After I walk through the offices, I meet a woman in the stairwell. I am now holding a baby and I feel very responsible for this baby. I don't know who this woman is who has befriended me, but something about her seems suspicious. Another woman grabs me to tell me something about this woman in relation to my three youngest children. I listen intently to the woman who grabbed me, when suddenly, before she can tell me anything, a shot rings out and the woman who befriended me, rifle in hand, shoots the woman who was about to tell me something about her.

My fears are confirmed. This woman is not only distrustful, but also evil. Now I'm running with the baby, and I eventually go home, thinking I will be safe there. But others with guns drive me and the baby out. We seek solace by traveling, but at some point I return home, hoping everything has returned to some form of normalcy. My home, however, is inhabited by several other people who tell me we must all leave now because the revolutionists are coming. I run outside. The people who have taken over my home hide behind the shed. The baby says, "I'm hungry." I didn't even know she could talk. 

I feel fortunate that I must have given the baby to the group hiding behind the shed when one revolutionist rounds the corner of the house. I stand frozen in fear, not realizing that the sun is coming up and I am no longer in shadow. He or she points the gun at me and the dream ends.

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Over my lifetime, I have had numerous dreams about the end of the world. I've also had numerous dreams about Oprah. I've been at Oprah's house, I've been in Oprah's office, and I've been at a party with Oprah – all in my dreams. In my end-of-the-world dreams, I am usually trying to help everyone escape disaster or I'm trying to give everybody hope. Not until this dream did I have Oprah and the end of the world in the same dream.

I had heard that Oprah was disappointed about her OWN network not doing as well as she expected. I remember thinking before I went to bed last night that if Oprah offered her network online or to cable subscribers who could afford only basic cable, she might find a much wider audience. So maybe in the dream where I'm helping her distribute items, what I'm actually helping her do is distribute her network across a much wider audience.

Closing shop and ending a world are related possibly because when Oprah ended her show, it ended an era of my life as well. My children grew up and moved out of the house during the Oprah years.

The baby might represent me and all the years I felt lost. I ran around aimlessly as I hoped to "find myself" and protect myself from distrustful demons. But rather than stand alone to fight the demons and get shot or killed in the process, I should probably have banded together with others who knew how to protect themselves from assailants and evil. And like the baby in the dream, I should have spoken out and said exactly what I really wanted to say. 

So maybe it's time to get out from behind the shadow and stop using it as a cover. It's time to speak my mind without fear of getting shot for doing so.

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The Fraudulent Gift

I was walking through what appeared to be a kind of coffee shop when a woman approached me and handed me an envelope. "I want to do something nice for somebody," she told me as she handed me the envelope. "Here's $100,000. I don't need it anymore." And she walked away.

Everybody looked at me and I wondered if any of the patrons would battle me for the money. I walked out of the shop, clutched the envelope, and searched for my car. I couldn't remember where I parked it, though, and I remembered thinking that the first thing I would do with the money was get a new car and pay off my house.

And I started thinking, was the woman dying? Why did she hand me the money? Did she not have anybody else in her life? Or was this a random act of kindness?

Suddenly I'm in my car with one of my daughters who is sitting in the driver's seat. We open the envelope and pull out 1s, 20s, and – what's this? A $15,000 bill? I didn't even know they made $15,000 bills!

"They don't," my daughter told me. I held it up to the light. It certainly looked real. And then the dream ended.

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Once upon a time, the United States created currency in denominations of $5,000, $10,000, and even $100,000. Never did they create a $15,000 bill. Only in my dreams! 

What do I gather from this dream? Possibly that somebody will offer me false promises or a gift I receive will be deceptive somehow. I'm getting ready to sell my house. Perhaps the dream was warning me to be very careful. For instance, I should be leery of anybody offering to buy it on contract.

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Precognitive Dream Comes True

The following dream was sent to me from a trusted friend. Not that I'm always suspicious of precognitive dreams, but when somebody journals a dream prior to the events of the dream occurring, the dreamer knows the dream was precognitive. Here, then is the dream: 

"Tim, my nephew, was in my dream. He had people from Chicago chasing him and wanted help fighting them off. He was appealing to everyone in the family to help him. I remember telling everyone around not to get involved in his fights, that he brought them on himself and they could get hurt. He looked like a gang member, dressed in baggy clothes, a beater shirt, a team jersey, a sports ball cap, and had studded earrings. Feels like there was more, but I can’t remember.  The big thing was that there was a sense of urgency and danger, but at the same time caution in not wanting anyone to get involved. 

The next day.... 

That morning, it seemed for some reason that June 15th was "something?" I journaled my strange dream as I always do when I can remember them. My husband and I went out to eat at a local club. Headed to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of a young man seated in a chair and in the back of my mind I thought he looked like Tim. Then I remembered part of the dream I had - he was in it! The more I thought, I remembered that it was Tim's 21st birthday on the 15th. I couldn't remember all the details that I had journaled hours ago, I only remembered he was in the dream. When I came out of the bathroom, my husband was standing nearby talking to none other than Tim! I was right, it WAS him! I walked up and was totally shocked - Tim was wearing the same outfit he had on in my dream, even the same earrings! I could tell by his glassy eyes that he had been ringing in "21" with drinks - he looked buzzed. I hugged him and wished him a happy birthday, then hung back to observe him and listen to the conversation. He introduced a young man who was his companion and told us "he's not drinking, he is driving us." The young man was thin, wirey, and dressed in similar clothes that I call the gangster look. He did seem nice enough, and he didn't look like he had been drinking, so that was good. 

When we left, I told my husband about the dream, that I journaled it before we came there, and he could read it if he didn't believe it! He did and agreed it was pretty freaky! The more I told him, the Chicago part with the danger of people coming after Tim came back to mind. I worried that maybe I missed a chance to warn Tim about trouble he should avoid because I couldn't recall that part in his presence. To date, it's been four days and we haven't heard of any trouble, but I still have to wonder because this young man has had his share of trouble."

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My advice to this friend is absolutely to warn her nephew. I've had precognitive dreams that took six months before they proved to be true. I always heed warnings, whether they occur in waking life or in dreams.

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Russell Brand Prompts Barack and Michelle Obama Dream

Yesterday, after watching a rerun of Russell Brand on The Ellen Show, I started researching the 38-year-old dynamo. The man has so much energy, he could light up New York City just by plugging his nervous system into their power source. I've always believed comedians to be highly intelligent, because they are so quick witted, can assess a situation in a mater of milliseconds, and relate it in a perceptually humorous, but accurately truthful way. 

Whatever comes out of his Russell Brand's mouth doesn't go through filters of any kind. Whereas you might think, "Oh, no, I can't say that because somebody somewhere might get offended," Russell Brand says it anyway.

If you can stretch your imagination, Brand and I have a remote connection. He knows Oliver Stone, because Oliver Stone has produced or will produce Russell Brand's documentary on happiness. A friend of mine, Jim Riordan, worked as a consultant on Oliver Stone's 1991 film, The Doors, after Stone contacted him because Jim wrote, Break on Through, a story about Jim Morrison. Jim then wrote a biography (published in 1995 with Stone's permission and participation) about Oliver Stone, STONE: Biography of Oliver Stone. 

I came across Russell Brand's blog and realized that he is not only highly intelligent, but also very eloquent. He discussed British political figures in his blog, so it wasn't a stretch for my subconscious to consider that he would make a great president (if he wasn't British). He's smart, he's funny, he has so much energy, he could probably finish in a day what it might take a normal person a month to complete, so I'm thinking that's why I went to bed dreaming about President Obama and his wife, Michelle.

Remember, what I am about to relate is a dream. 

In the dream I was working at a previous job and since my birthday falls in the month of July, I was told I could take off half the day (even though the day didn't fall on my birthday, which was confusing to me, but when you're told you can take time off, you don't question why).

But then suddenly I am babysitting for five of my grandchildren and President Barack Obama and his wife Michelle stop by. I'm in a manufactured home that belongs to – somebody – maybe one of my kids (in the dream world, some things are unfamiliar, but for some reason they make perfect sense in a dream). Michelle sits down next to me on the couch and looks around.

"I could make this work," she tells me. 

I look around too. "Sure. You could just line the walls with shelves and you could make it work."

Leaving now seems inappropriate, but I really want time off, so I go outside and I see the president sitting on one of the upper bleachers (apparently the back yard of this particular manufactured home is a stadium) with his feet dangling over the edge, and I see him surrounded by folders. He is obviously working. Now I think, well, I can't leave the kids with Michelle, but again, I really want some time off and I figure she can handle it.

Real life intruded my dream at this point when my grandson, Zac, climbed into bed with me to tell me his daddy had gone to work.

As I mentioned above, I can see why thinking of Russell Brand would automatically trigger my brain to dream of Barack and Michelle Obama. Can you see the connection?

Maybe you are trying to figure out why you've had a certain dream. Go back through your day. Thoughts you've had throughout the day trigger connections that result in dreams – as you can see by my brain's response to the thought about Russell Brand becoming president. Do you have a weird dream you'd like to share? Send it to weirddreams@mail.com.

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Your Prophetic Dreams

Many parents might be familiar with prophetic dreams because they have had dreams that warn them about dangers to avoid.

Prophetic dreams, like all dreams are sometimes difficult to interpret. When my oldest daughter was a toddler, I kept dreaming that somebody (I never knew who that somebody was) was planning on kidnapping my child. I alerted the day car provider and warned family and friends to be on the lookout for anyone suspicious. In the early 1970s, kidnapping really wasn't much of an issue, but I was on high alert throughout her childhood.

Then several years later I learned that her father and his wife were seeking sole custody (never happened, but plans were discussed) of her. My dream interpreted the legal attempt as a kidnapping.

Several times I've had dreams about plane crashes. The morning following the dream, I would learn of a plane crash, the details of which nearly perfectly matched my dream.

Then the other morning my son woke up to tell me that he had a dream about a plane crash. You can read about it here: Fatal Plane Crash Dream Comes True. 

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Under the Dome

With the new movie, Under the Dome, (original story by Stephen King) about to be released, I suddenly remembered a dream I had back in the mid-1990s.

In my dream, the world was void of light. Although nobody knew it at the time, a dome had stretched out across the world, covering it. My younger sister and I huddled inside a church on Chicago's southwest side, frightened. I knew that she was all I had left of my family. Our parents, our other sister, our nephews, all my children – my whole family – was gone. Even my friends were gone. The only close person left was my sister.

Suddenly, we heard a rustling and felt movement in the church. Everybody moved forward. I grabbed my sister by the arm, because in my dream she was blind. Along with the rest of the people, we walked toward the front door. As we clung to each other, we looked out across the southern sky. In the distance we saw a sliver of light. My sister didn't know what was happening and I had to explain to her that the dome was being lifted.

The dome of darkness that had previously covered the Earth lifted like a cap being pulled away from the Earth, exposing a crescent of light across the southern sky that little by little became lighter and brighter and bigger and bigger as the dome lifted. 

As we all walked toward the light, and before the light of the world was fully exposed, I awoke.

In the years since I had that dream, I've thought about it many times. And I can't help but wonder if Stephen King had a similar dream that inspired him to write Under the Dome.

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Pay Attention to EVERYTHING!

I don't know if I was going for a new job, but for some reason I had to be somewhere to get tested and I was going with my granddaughter, Taylor.

I had to park in a parking lot and then walk to a stool outside the parking lot to sit down and wait. I saw one stool open so I walked to it, but somebody got there first and just as I was about to leave to find another spot, somebody pointed out another open stool.

Now I'm in a house, but I don't know whose, and, for some reason, I don't have shoes, so I have to borrow Taylor's shoes but Taylor's shoes don't fit, because they are too big. 

Before we leave, somebody tells us that we need to pay attention to EVERYTHING because the tiniest detail will be on the test. But EVERYTHING bores me apparently because I forget to pay attention until midway through the test when I realize that even the minutest detail, something in the background, for instance, might be on that test. So I start paying attention to EVERYTHING.

A rifle, or something that looks like a rifle must have been included in the instructions, too, because when it was time to leave I was told to hang it in the closet before I left.

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Any time anyone dreams about a test, the obvious thing to consider is that the person is about to be tested in some way, not in school necessarily, but in life. The fact that I was dreaming about my granddaughter and that I was wearing her shoes might have meant that she was being tested, and in order to understand how she was being tested, I needed to walk in her shoes.

I don't remember carrying a gun in this dream except for the part where I was told to hang it in the closet. Guns to me mean violence and protection. Perhaps I was trying to protect her, but in the dream I didn't need a gun to do it. This dream will take a little more contemplation on my part.

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