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Camp Dream 28th Feb

Published February 28, 2016 by Laura Crean Author

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I know it seems I’m only posting dreams at the moment but I have always had such vivid dreams and they have always  been an important part of my subconscious and spiritual life.  Therefore in the absence of time and inspiration for creative writing, sharing my dreams and my spiritual life seems to be the obvious thing to do.

Last night or rather this morning I had a dream that started out like any other dream but ended with a spiritual dimension which made me wonder about the meaning of the whole dream.

I was going on a trip and at first I didn’t know where I was going and actually there was some strange goings on at the beginning with the transport but I can’t remember that part of the dream.

Then eventually after some travelling and some kind of adventure on the way that I can’t remember, I arrived at a camp site.  It was a family camp site and I had children with me – I think they were my children but I’m not entirely sure.  I know there was some trouble putting up the tent, there was some rain which also made it difficult but I think we had a camper van as well to use as a main area.  Also during the setting up period there were 2 tigers roaming the camp site and we had to stay in the camper van at that point.

Then I remember the children waking up really early, actually in the middle of the night – about 1am and they invaded the swimming pool. All the children took over the pool and turned on all these sprays of hot water.  And the water in the pool went weird, like jelly.  But the children were all having a great time together in this pool.

Then the parents tried to get the children out of the pool but they had no control over them so they set up a large tent outside the pool that the children had to go through to get out and then they all sat around in there and organised bible studies while the children were in the pool.  The adults were having a great old time, sitting around drinking tea and chatting and really enjoying studying the bible together.

The parents also took down all their own tents and set up one large tent outside so that when the children went to go back to their own tents they only had this one large tent to go to.

The bible studies the parents were having were all based on books from the bible that don’t exist.  There were quite a few that I don’t remember but the ones I do remember seeing in the contents page and while people were flicking through their bibles were called ‘America’ ‘Judgement and Retribution’ and ‘Titius’.  I remember saying to the people in the meeting that those weren’t real books from the bible.  And a lady said they were and they were all in the back after Revelation.  I said I had never heard of them but I flicked through my bible and there they were.  then just before I woke up I heard one more book being spoken and it was Habakkuk, the only real book out of them.  As I stepped out of the bible studies tent there was an earthquake which I remember thinking was very strange because we don’t get them in the UK.

After I woke up the first thing I did was write down the strange names and one jumped out at me – Titius – because it made me think of Timaeus and Critias (I think that’s how you spell it but I could be wrong).  It seemed  like a Roman name to me and it turned out that there was a Roman politician called Titius.  Anyway I need to go away and think about this dream some more but if anyone wants to comment, offer interpretation or any observations I would be really interested.

 

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Dream of 1st November 2015 – 4.20 AM (ish)

Published November 6, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

We are all Human Beings having an experience – an experience of ‘being’– and we are all free –thinking individuals with the ability to put those thoughts into a symbolic representation through sound – i.e. the spoken word.  And in some countries we are told we have “freedom of speech”.  But in today’s world we are living in an illusion of freedom, because we are not free to speak those thoughts without fear of ridicule, condemnation or persecution…

…Last Saturday night, or rather early Sunday morning I had a dream.  And in that dream a debate was taking place in a public space, and it was being filmed for television.  It was between several scientific leading authorities.  The chair person asked each of them to put forward their point of view – of course – the nature of a debate – and each gave a very eloquent and rather complicated version of their scientific viewpoint on how they experience the universe through their own “scientific” understanding.

I stepped forward and began to articulate my own viewpoint and with my eyes closed I spoke of the love of God, and his love and my consciousness meeting in an inside space not in an outside space.  The chair of the debate threw out my comments and said they were not relevant to the debate.  I said that a debate by its very nature must accept different viewpoints, but how could there be a debate when ALL the viewpoints are from only one perspective – the “scientific” perspective?  There may be many arguments but at the end of the day all the arguments were from the same scientific viewpoint.  I said that I was still a human being having an experience of “being” in the universe.  I am free-thinking and have the ability to articulate those experiences, so why should my thoughts, my experience, my understanding be any less worthy of a debate – just because I haven’t had the same “education” or got the same “degrees” as another person? She said that it was just not how we did things and that my point of view would not be shown on the television.

As I came out of the debate and out of the dream, God spoke to me and said: “Write this down…”

…Humanity is on the brink of an evolution in understanding – an awakening of awareness.  And that awareness is that Space is not just about what science dictates it is – Space is not the Universe, the Universe is more than just space – it is consciousness, it is the love energy of God, it is a gift given to everyone to experience individually but to share together.  And no one person or group of people should dictate to others about how they should experience or share their experience of “being” in the universe, because by putting the universe in a box, they are putting people in a box and that box is like a prison for the mind.  It is time for the mind to be set free…

Dream Blog – The Bear and the Lion

Published October 15, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

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Ok so this dream is a couple of weeks old but I thought I would post it as a little update because it keeps popping into my head. I was in some kind of police station to start with and for some reason I went into the toilet and there were 3 cute bear cubs just playing and then I opened one of the toilet cubicles and there was the mother bear, so of course I ran out of a side entrance and stood at the back door at what now just looked like a school hall.  The other side of which was another glass door.  Suddenly from my vantage point, looking in through the first glass door, seeing across the hall to the other glass door, I could see a lion about to pounce on a man.  I stood there shouting and pounding on the door trying to get the man’s attention, but of course not being able to – and then the lion pounced and completely tore the man to pieces, devouring him.  I was just horrified and suddenly other people there with me were also horrified and we all started trying to predict where  the animals were and running around trying to hide from them.  It appeared then that the setting for the dream was something like a zoo enclosure – or more like a petting zoo.  Sometimes we would hide in trees or just try to shut ourselves in the fenced off areas.  I soon realized that wouldn’t stop the lion if it got too close.

So there you go, one of my more recent dreams.  Maybe if I write them on here they will stop popping into my head every five minutes.

21st October 2015

I thought I would have a look and see what references I could find to a bear and a lion in the bible and this is what I found.  Anybody like to offer any pearls of wisdom in this matter?

But David said to Saul, “Your servant has been keeping his father’s sheep. When a lion or a bear came and carried off a sheep from the flock, (1Samuel 17:34)

Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, because he has defied the armies of the living God. (1Samuel 17:36)

The Lord who rescued me from the paw of the lion and the paw of the bear will rescue me from the hand of this Philistine.” Saul said to David, “Go, and the Lord be with you.” (1Samuel 17:37)

The cow will feed with the bear, their young will lie down together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox. (Isaiah 11:7)

Like a bear robbed of her cubs, I will attack them and rip them open; like a lion I will devour them— a wild animal will tear them apart. (Hosea 13:8)

It will be as though a man fled from a lion only to meet a bear, as though he entered his house and rested his hand on the wall only to have a snake bite him. (Amos 5:19)

The beast I saw resembled a leopard, but had feet like those of a bear and a mouth like that of a lion. The dragon gave the beast his power and his throne and great authority. (Revelations 13:2)

It all sounds very violent – who is the bear and who is the lion?

I thought the dream might be warning me not to be devoured by the world!

 

Space Between the Universes – “It’s Time to Wake up!”

Published October 14, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

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It’s been so long since I visited our beach.  This lonely place of dreams and visions.  The moon is staring down at me – again!  Taunting, mocking, laughing at my innocence.  I try to remember my journey.  How I got here.  Have I ever really moved?  I stood on the shoreline and looked as far as I could see.  Why did I always end up here?  I looked and looked at the horizon.  What was out there?  I followed the line to the left and then to the right.  Just an endless sea – still quiet, still calm.  I sat down and looked back at the moon.  It winked at me.  And as I blinked, there he was, standing looking down  at me, smiling the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, that lit up his face and gave his eye a twinkle that seemed to give his whole presence an air of gentle grace.

“I’m glad to see you again.”  He said softly and sat down next to me on the warm sand.  “I was wondering when you’d be back.”

“I’ve been busy.”  I said.

“I know.”  He replied, “So have I.”

“why are you here?”  He suddenly asked.  His now gentle smile curling ever so slightly.

I hadn’t expected that question.  “I don’t know”  I replied, “I suppose it is because I have too many questions.  Too many!  Why am I so confused?”

My Lord sighed and nodded.  “Of course you’re confused.  Your universe is full of strange contradictions and theories  that don’t quite add up.  I have tried to reach you – I have given you everything you need to see the truth clearly…

…I looked at the moon again…

…”but you always complicate matters by looking in the wrong direction.  Stop looking up and fix your eyes on me.”  He said gently.  I took my eyes off of the moon and looked back at Jesus.  His gentle smile turned to calm concern.  “It’s time.”  He said after a short pause.

“Time for what?”  I asked him.

“It’s time to wake up.  You can’t keep coming here.  It’s such a lonely place.  Now – I want to give you a gift.”

“But I like coming here.”  I whispered.”  He nodded and then bent down and scooped up a handful of sand, which trickled through his fingers.

“But I didn’t create this universe – you did.  The universe I created for you is so special.  Made just for you – perfect for all your needs.”  He cupped his hands around the sand in his hand, making a ball and shook the contents and when  he opened his hands again, he held another bubble.  But this one was different from the rest.  It didn’t float delicately in the air.  It was solid, sitting in the palm of his hand.  Inside the bubble I could see a strange  image of the Earth; not as a globe but as a disc, so that I was looking down at it flat – spread out like a two dimensional map, with all the continents in the middle and a ring of sea around the edge and then ice and snow around that, until it touched the sides of the bubble.  In the top part of the bubble were clouds and the sun, moon and stars.  In the bottom of the bubble, just darkness.  I couldn’t understand why he was showing me such a distorted image of the universe.

I shook my head in my confusion.  “Why are you showing me a flat Earth?”

Jesus got up and dusted himself down.  He walked around me, holding the bubble on his palm and looking at it curiously.  “Hold out your hand!”  He commanded, and as I did so, he placed the bubble in it.  It was solid, like glass!  I looked down at the strange disc-like Earth and had a sudden image of Terry Pratchett’s Disc World, riding on the back of a turtle.  It just didn’t make sense.

“Have you had enough time exploring in this place now?  You know that your mind has the free will wander wherever it wishes and I don’t ever want you to stop dreaming.  Keep creating – it is in your nature  to do so.  But it is time to stop looking up and set your eyes on the Earth.  There is enough to think about with your feet set on solid ground

“your universe is so small.  Look around you.  These are your neighbours – get to know one another again.  Talk to each other, help each other.  Stop polluting this delicate system – see how enclosed your Earth is?  How will you escape when you have destroyed all you can see?  I have given you a gift – take care of it.  It is enough for now.”  He took the glass universe back and said to me:  “this one belongs to me.  All the other universes are of no consequence to you; they float on the wind, or bob on the sea, they hide in the cracks and break all too easily – this universe is strong and the only one that matters – perfect because I have made it for you.

“Can I come back and see you again?”  I asked him.

“We’ll see.”  He said.  “Next time I might just come for you.  So do all I have said and live your life to the fullest.  Remember that I love you.  Now love your neighbours and take care of the Earth.  Stop worrying and remember who is holding the universe in his hands.  And I will see you soon.”

Blink

Published October 8, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

Blink!

Something has changed!

I opened my eyes this morning and something has changed;

Blink!

Vision clearing…

…There’s something wrong with the picture on the wall –

Is it crooked?

Blink!

Something has changed!

No matter how hard I try I cannot straighten it;

It won’t go back to the way it was before.

Perspective’s altered.

Blink!

Eyes straining.

What is it?

What is wrong with the picture?

It has always been there.

It hasn’t moved.

Why has it changed?

It doesn’t make sense!

Who is the artist?

What is he trying to tell me?

Blink!

Look deeper!

Look with different eyes.

Look at it from above, from the side,

follow the lines, join the dots.

Blink!

Who told me it was meant to be viewed that way?

Was it the shop-keeper?

He sold me a lie!

I have been looking at it from the wrong angle for all these years;

Better to see with the eyes of the artist.

Blink!

Now I see.

The painting hasn’t changed;

I have!

© Copyright 2015 Laura Crean

Dream Diary – A very personal dream about the 2nd coming of Jesus Christ

Published July 7, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

Well this was a difficult dream to experience and it’s a truly emotional one to record and publish.

I dreamed I was with my ex husband and we were back together, which is not likely as we are happily divorced and he has a new life with his new family, but anyway in the dream we were together again.  There was actually quite a lot going on in this dream before the bit I’m recording but most of it faded quickly and I don’t think it was too important. I remember at one point there was a book signing event and some very strange scenes with giant insects.  Anyway – at the end of the dream we were in a car and it was early evening and the stars were all out, it was a beautiful clear night and as I stepped out of the car I was admiring how bright and full the canopy of stars was when suddenly one star got brighter and then turned into a dove, which flew down to Earth in my sight, and then all the stars, one by one, started to just blink out of existence.  I was standing half in and half out of the car, so I leaped out of the car and ran with my ex husband into where my parents were and everyone started panicking and I started screaming at everyone, “It’s happening – Jesus is coming!”  and my ex husband was saying in a stunned voice “Can you pray with me?” and my Mum looked really panicked and scared and started shouting at me – “Why didn’t you tell me he was real and really going to come?” I said: “I did!” Choking back tears and my Dad was saying quietly, “What do we do?”

So by this time I’m really scared for everyone who doesn’t know Jesus and doesn’t know about him and I start shouting: “You need to call out to him NOW!  Quickly – call out to Jesus  and tell him you believe in him, confess your sins to him, tell him how sorry you are, thank him for dying on the cross for your sins and ask him to save you now!”

And they all just stood there staring at me, and I’m panicking as all the stars are continuing to disappear.  Then suddenly, quite bizarrely, as the last stars blink out, instead of going dark it becomes really, very bright, brighter by far than the day and I start praying FOR them and demanding: “Pray WITH me!”  But one lady starts scoffing  and telling my Mother lies about Jesus and I’m weeping and trying to pray really loud to drown her out.  And then my Mother turns into a little girl as she tries to pray but doesn’t understand and they don’t KNOW Jesus and say weird and terrible things about him, even though they are trying to pray – they are praying for the wrong reasons and they don’t know what they are saying and aren’t really believing the truth of the situation they are in.  I start really, really praying and asking God to please forgive them because they don’t understand and they just don’t realize what they are saying and then I wake up really weeping into my pillow.

I can still feel the absolute awe of what was happening – everyone was amazed and terrified at what was happening.  One part of me was silently praising Jesus for his return but my heart was just breaking and my fear was for my family not knowing Jesus and not understanding what was about to happen.  I’m still literally in shock about this dream, I was shaking for ages after woulds.  The emotions of this dream were the hardest I have ever endured.  I don’t know how my family would take this dream if they read this and that’s hard too.

Dream Diary – waterfall,twin towers, memorial, heavenly dimensional dream

Published July 4, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

OK,   so I’m trying to keep last night’s dream in the fore of my memory as I write, it’s a strange one!  And I’ve been up and to the toilet etc. and already it’s fading so I’m clinging to what I can focus on.

I know at some point there was some kind of thing with a school bus or a boat full of a class full of kids.  I’m not sure whether it was a bus fallen into a river and going over a water fall or it was some kind of boat – in my gut it was a school bus, because as they went over the water fall, the kids all quite calmly moved to the top end of the bus.

But then it changed, the dream, and it was about a boy – although at some point before that I think I was on a bus trying to find my way to Fairfield Halls in Croydon but then it changed to this boy going to this other place that became the point of the dream.  And I can’t quite work it out but to say that I think it was some kind of memorial to the Twin Towers and that possibly it is either supposed to be in Heaven or a parallel universe or something, because it was so strange but so real at the same time.  It was like two stairways going up – almost like a step pyramid but it wasn’t a pyramid – more like towers themselves, and these towers were joined together in the middle by a man made waterfall feature, is the only way I can describe it.  So you had staircases and then this flowing water down the middle, at a very slight angle like a waterfall, slide thing (not completely vertical.)  And I’m not sure but I think some people were allowed to climb up the staircases and then slide down the water into the river or whatever was at the bottom.  I’m not sure why they were doing this – I’m not sure if it was in honour of loved ones or it was the souls of the dead themselves – it was strange.

There was this boy who was either looking for his friend or his friend’s parents, but he certainly came across his friend’s parents at this place and I think they were here to remember their lost son or find him, I’m not sure, but they said he had been lost in this bus and the boy said “no”  he hadn’t been lost because he had been with him on that day and they had gone over the waterfall together.  Somehow he gave them proof of this in some kind of recording or something.  He said he was going up the tower and into the water for his friend and the parents wouldn’t let him do that.  There were men standing at the bottom of each staircase, guarding it, and you were allowed to give them some kind of token, (and he gave them what looked like a drone model, like a flying seed or Davinci’s helicopter or something) and the man would go up the staircase and put it in the water to represent the person I think, anyway that’s when it got even more confusing.  I felt that the boy and his friend’s parents went into the water and came up in this little pool – like a gateway to somewhere else.  They had this recording of the boys’ last moments together and then wished them luck finding him.  There was a whole load of parents looking for answers and leads as to what happened to their children, they were meeting up in like a meeting room built around this pool on a hill – and that’s all I can remember.  Although I do remember that the memorial tower, was in  what looked like a city and you could go into the building and up a glass elevator at the entrance, to the top – but it was only for some people.  I remember walking in there and looking around this hollow foyer that went up the middle of the tower but it looked like a big important building with lots going on, lots of people milling around.

So there you are, my strange dream of last night or rather this morning.

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