Radvent: Dreaming
11 Dec 2010 Leave a Comment
First of all, I want to send some love and healing thoughts out to Megan (aka. Princess Lastertron) who’s childhood dog, Scout, passed away. I couldn’t imagine losing one any of the dogs in my life, it’s one of my biggest fears. So, think some good thoughts for her too. I know she needs ‘em.
What is your personal dream? What would happen if your dream came true?
What is your personal dream? What would happen if your dream came true?
Jeez, only one? Right now, I have one big one that involves a LOT of little dreams coming true…
We live in Maui, in an actual, detatched home of our very own, with a backyard for the dogs. Aaron either works as the sound guy for the MACC or has his own recording studio on the island (whichever will make him happiest). And I’m still able to work for Offbeat Bride and doing wedding photography.
In her blog post, Princess Lasertron wrote about how she visualizes her dreams at night, before drifting off to sleep. My time is when I walk the dogs.
While I’m roaming the same sidewalks of my West Hollywood neighborhood, I imagine that I’m walking the dogs in Maui instead. I imagine the cool island breezes with the smell of salt water and fragrant flowers in the wind that rustles through the palm trees. And every time I walk by one neighbor’s bright red hibiscus plant it only helps me make the visualization all the more real. I imagine what our house looks like — some small island shack with an ohana that doubles as a recording studio and guest house. I think about how much our dogs love to lay in the sun on the grass of their very large, often overgrown yard. I imagine coming home to do my work in a living room with a big window overlooking lush garden views that my cat loves to lay in front of. And I think about staring out that window and thanking my lucky stars that I get to live and work on Maui and that my asthma is a thing of the past.
My dreams used to be bigger… fame being the top most dream. But now I just want simple things — to make enough money to be able to afford a small home in the place where I feel my best.
The Dream Vortex!
13 Mar 2009 2 Comments
in dreams, happy spurts
So, my cousin informed me that the room in which I’m sleeping, is called “the Vortex.” She calls it that because it’s the spot where people always have psychic dreams. That explains the whole Ratchops dream that I had the other night. And a few other crazy dreams I’ve had. But, of course, like most dreams, they fade away upon waking. But one of last night’s dreams I can’t get out my head no matter how hard I try…
The first dream I had was fine, I quite liked it actually. It was about my dad and a pet bird of his. It was super cute, a little greenish-yellowish bird. But as far as I knew my dad never had a bird, never even expressed interest in birds at all in general.
The second dream was more like a nightmare. I was horribly drunk and flirting heavily with COLDPLAY band members. I don’t even LIKE Coldplay! Infact, I hate Coldplay! Why was I doing that!? At least the dream band members weren’t the actual members of Coldplay, they were younger and cuter. I don’t know if I could’ve lived with myself in the morning. Anyway, it was horrible, I felt guilty upon waking and immediatly confessed my dream sins to my husband upon waking. He laughed at me. Jerk.
So after dinner tonight my cousin fessed up about “the Vortex” and so I decided to ask my dad if he had a pet bird. He thought for a moment and then said no. And then a few seconds later said, “well, my mom had a parakeet when I was growing up, but not me.” “So there was a bird in your life?” I asked. “Yeah, I guess.” Boom! There it was! And parakeets are often little and greenish-yellow! The Vortex was right!
Another great dream…
09 Mar 2009 3 Comments
in dreams Tags: psychic hits
I’m in Maui. I’m sitting here in my cousin’s guest room that I spent a fantastic week redecorating a few years ago. Today it looks very much the same and it is my very own bedroom for the next to weeks. I have a window open and I’m listening to the rain falling. It’s pretty rare to hear rain falling in Kihei and I’m quite enjoying it. I thought it would be a nice time to write about another interesting dream I had. This one happened last night.
I guess to tell this with all the required impact it deserves I’d need to tell you about Mansell, my cousin’s late dog. Mansell was a shepherd mix, an amazing spirit and lived until he was 15 while still retaining the personality of a puppy even when he couldn’t walk on his own anymore. He finally had to be put down a few months ago when he communicated to his owners that he was tired of living in his old worn out body, mortified by his incontinence, and that it was time for his owners to put him down because there was no way he was going to leave them on his own volition. So he was put to sleep and we were all devastated.
A few days after he died he visited me in a dream. I can still feel his long nose brushing up against my hand and I knew that he was happy wherever he was. It made me feel better about him being gone. Then last night I looked up at dinner and saw a picture of him and my heart ached. I miss him so much. I looked down at the box that contained his ashes and thought “come visit me in my dreams tonight Mans, I miss you and want to see you again.”
Mansell in his backyard. One of the few pictures he let me take of him- he hated cameras.
Well, Mansell didn’t show up last night, instead he arranged for me to be visited by two other late pets. The first was my childhood dog, Sire, the Doberman. Sire looked old, but still good, much like Yoda. I spent some time petting him and lavishing him with affection before he was taken away from me. He lives now with an old celebrity who has since passed, I can’t remember who he was but he takes good care of him.
The second pet that visited me in my dream was Ratchops, my close friend’s pet rat that passed away some months ago. Ratchops was amazing, she was super intelligent and loved by many, especially Raina, her owner. So Ratchops and I had an awesome reunion last night. She looked young and healthy and I petted her with two fingers on her neck like I used to do while Raina would cut my hair. And then Ratchops perched herself on my shoulder and told me that I needed to help her find a new house/cage. So we shopped around a pet store and I found her a cool setup, with a spinning wheel and a hammock type thing. She was really grateful.
This morning I told Raina about the dream. She got really excited and asked me to explain it to her. I told her that Ratchops asked me to find her a new house. Raina said that she had been thinking about getting a new rat. I thought that made total sense, Ratchops needed me to find her a new cage so that a new rat could have her old one! And then Raina admitted to me that she had been looking at Ratchops ashes last night and really really missing her, just like I had been doing with Mansell! That must have been how this whole thing came together.
Anyway, now both Raina and I know that Ratchops is happy and healthy wherever she is and has given her blessing for a new rat to be brought into our lives!
Ratchops asleep in my lap while Raina was doing my hair.
This may sound crazy but…
23 Feb 2009 1 Comment
I had a totally bizarre dream that turned out wasn’t so bizarre, it turned out to be pretty much true!… in a bizarre way…
I dreamed about the child of the youngest mother in the world. The unbelievable part of the dream was that the mom was about 5 or 6 from my guess! Her child came to me as a man with an hispanic accent of some kind. And he was dead. I was communicating with his ghost.
Turns out that the youngest mom in the world was actually 5 and a half years old! Lina Medina was from a small village in Peru and she gave birth to a son, Gerardo in 1939. Being born in Peru would explain the ghost-son’s accent in my dream. Also, that son is now dead, he died in 1979 when he was 40 years old.
The youngest mom in the world, her son and her doctor.
This is actually first time that I’ve decided to document and then research a dream, it’s kind of exciting though, even if it sounds crazy.
Aloha there, I'm Megan Finley. I'm a 30-something girl, living in Los Angeles with that guy I married and our rescued pets. I work online (a LOT) for the 
