Family Dynamics in the Spirit Realm

Date: 2/9/2019

I was in a dark room, just my bed and some bowls on the floor were visible. I kept sleeping, I think i was sick, or maybe depressed or both. I kept falling back asleep barely able to take care of myself. But I woke once when a boy, a six year old, stopped me from doing anything else. He gave me his bowl and said I had to feed him before I fell back asleep or ate anything for myself. It was my son, I had a son apparently, and I had been forgetting to feed him all this time. It was new having a son, like he had been just born or adopted and I forgot. I felt bad, but I was so out of it, I think I just poured him lots of frozen fruit into his bowl. ~ I was interviewing this man, a sorta sleezy Hollywood guy, who promised to help me and my family find someone. Finding someone was synonymous with editing this blog a man, the missing man, in my family wrote. So I was here listening to this guy read my blog and point out all the stuff I did wrong. So I or some man in my family wrote the blog, I distinctly remember a man writing it, a cousin or something, but I also felt like it was mine. Anyway I had a computer in front of me while I interviewed this man, but my computer keyboard kept acting odd. I couldn't get my fingers in the right place, I kept having to move it away from the monitor more and more just to be comfortable, they bottom row of keys came separate formt he rest of the keyboard which made things awkward, and I didn't type normal words they were all gobbledygook. Finally I just quit trying. His information was gold, actually, and he was very very good at what he did, but I felt my ears and heart would listen for the right things. I felt I could remember. It felt good to not write the notes, which were very very difficult to try and write anyway. ~ I was in a room, chasing something. It had been attracking me and my dog. It was a huge cloud of something. It had taken my brother, the missing son in my family. My dog, my Dalmation, began turning into a dragon. I had a dragon dog, but hadn't been quite sure. S(he) had smoked before, just a few puffs that billowed across the room, but never fully turned. This time, to protect me, she did. She turned fully into a dragon while the pastel pink cloud creature was attacking. I thought she might not win. It attacked with rainbow light, sharp like a knife. She was so beautiful my dragon dog was once she turned, more detail and glamour than I'd ever seen in a picture of a dragon. Green and gold, the gold was like jewel inlay and so varied in texture and design she looked like a royal thing, green scales were seen everywhere there wasn't gold. She also had rainbow feet, square pastel colored rainbow feet. This helped because the attacking cloud left abruptly and stepped on a beam of rainbow light, a road only it was able to walk up until now. My dog hesitantly tried and managed to get on it, then took off chasing after the cloud. ~ I was so proud I rushed home. I went home to family all in a group waiting to hear information about this blog. They were all anxiously awaiting information on how to get the son/brother back. I was waiting for the man from Hollywood to get here and I hadn't taken notes. I felt worried because everyone seemed to say it was the note taking which as the most important. I felt like I could trust myself but they didn't trust me much. They all looked skeptical I could do it and more worried than ever. This interview seemed their last hope. I felt almost holy about the experiences of the day, the interviewing an editor who fixed a written blog about music which was euphemism for finding a son was stuck with me, it felt like it lived in my heart, it felt like it's what I was supposed to do. Maybe I really was a writer, or something like it, something inside that niche. But I hadn't written a word and that felt right too. I told a dark black man, part of the family group who were so worried, an uncle. I told him in doing this interview thing, that space where I was when I listened and adjusted, it felt like home to me. But he was too worried about the missing man, and he just repeated what everyone else said, about taking notes. Bubble heart shaped notes like a flow chart. I agreed it was a good idea, cute even, but I felt it was wrong for me. I just didn't trust myself to say so to them, let alone act on that. ~ I left the group for a minute because my dog had come back. She was back as a dog, no longer a dragon but sported green spots on top of her black and white spotted coat. They were fading fast as were her rainbow pastel square feet. I walked her into the room, into the middle of the group but everyone didn't seem interested. I announced gleefully she had turned full blown into a dragon today, some seemed skeptical, some didn't seem to care at all even though they knew she wasn't just a dog and it was common here to have unusual animals as pets. I was blown over by their lack of enthusiasm. She faded her green spots even more and they lost more and more interest as the spots faded. I also found she had worn shoes, dog sandals which were platform shoes and perfectly fitted to her feet. She took them off deliberately before we came into the room so the family didn't see them. Then I found a huge gift she had brought back with her, so many pairs of dog shoes perfectly tailored to her, made very well and each pair for different weather. They were hanging on the back of the door which led to the rest of the house, not the door which was open waiting for the Hollywood editor. I was so thrilled and gleeful I kept squealing but no one seemed anywhere near excited as me. They were all down in the dumps over the missing boy and I was able to set aside my worry because I knew he'd be found. I knew more now than ever, my dog had turned into a dragon and I found my life purpose in one day. I was excatic. But it was a bit of a bummer they were so down, their mood tried to drag me down. Plus they kept waiting for me to tell them how to find their son, the information I'd learned on fixing the music blog, and I really didnt want to. It felt like trying to write instructions on using instinct and intuition. ~ Finally the last scene still the man hadn't come by to lecture on how to fix the blog. The entire family were waiting all hunched over and solemn. But I was waiting for him because I didn't really want to do it, even though I knew I could. But the grandparents of the family seemes to be at odds, falling apart. Both were at the door to the rest of the house, where all the dog shoes hung on the back of it, and the door kept opening like someone was going through, the grandfather had his hand on the knob the entire time, like he'd open it for her. She seemed to be folding something, not making eye contact, and back turned to him. She had been taking more and more shifts lately, she told him she'd be taking two today, and he prostested gently about it, saying he never saw her. She told him she was just too broken by the sons disappearance to be home. She said she didn't want to support this anymore, that the government should be in charge from now on, not Vigilantes. This seemed to be synonymous with their marriage ending somehow, as if she was leaving the good fight and it meant leaving him.