“Dreams not only show us what the soul wants
but also show us where it has gone.” Robert Moss
Have you ever dreamed of little children or a child, or yourself as a child? I have, very often in fact. The subject of children in dreams came up when I was having an arid dream spell. I had not dreamed in weeks, so I decided to start asking my angels (or spirit guides) to help them come alive again. I had gone through some tough times and I knew for whatever was bothering me was stuck deep down inside and it needed to come out.
Why do we need to pay attention to our “inner child” as I call it. Robert Moss states in his newest release, Dreaming The Soul Back Home:
“ If we deny the wishes of the soul, then soul will become disgusted and withdraw vital energy from our lives. Following the secret wishes of the soul, on the other hand, can return us to the natural path of our energies and restore vitality, good health, and good fortune.” p. 4
In my latest dream, my inner child came out loud and clear. Note the inner child may represent what Freud called id, a spoiled brat (in my terms). The id what it wants and will stamp its feet to get it. The id calls for action NOW and wants immediate gratification. However, children in your dreams may represent your soul child, the child who really wishes to speak to you, and tell you it is time to play. Your child comes in your dream, often because he/she misses you.
I walked in a room where little children were playing. On the floor there were toys. Among the toys were measuring tapes. You know the ones we use for renovations and such. Those measuring tapes were toys and the children loved playing with them. I had brought one as a gift to the children, yet mine was different, it had batteries in it, and it was also a radio.
One of the little girls in my dream was my tiny 3-year-old Columbian neighbor who only speaks Spanish. She was amazed by my toy and quickly discovered it was a radio. So she tried to teach me how to say radio in Spanish. The conversation went like this:
tiny girl: “El radio” (in her tiny Spanish accent)
Me: “El rrrrrrrradio” (trying to have an accent)
tiny girl: “Non, ellll raaaaaadio”
Me: “El rrrrrrrrraaadio”
tiny girl (insistent now) “Non non, ellllllll rrrrraaaaaaaaaaaadio”
So basically we are both speaking in the same language because radio is radio in both languages, however, she was quite adamant that I wasn’t getting the pronunciation right. I felt no frustration though in this dream just trying hard to get it right for the child.
So what does this dream mean? First of all lets look at the little child. The little child is in love with this measuring tape/radio with batteries. She also insistent I say it correctly. I didn’t have to assume this child was me.. she is me! Get this:
Lately I have gone through mini relapses of depression (big time anxiety), and I really feel like I am not MEASURING up to my ego standards which state: You must be well NOW!! Also, I have found it quite embarrassing and challenging to express to my friends and family that I am not 100% well yet and I still have ways to go. Healing takes time.
This radio in my dream seems to represent communication, and my inner child is helping me express it. Isn’t it cool! This is why this week I wrote the post “One Year Later…”
Often, including myself, we will dream of a baby. This baby comes out of the blue and we must take care of it. We put the baby down somewhere and leave it to do other “daily things” yet while doing those errands, we have in the back of our minds there is now a baby to take care of, and we start feeling we are neglecting it. Have you ever had a similar dream?
I had this dream MANY times. For me, this dream reminds me of my soul child (inner child) and it lets me know it is time to take care of myself, my purpose. It is time to play, draw, paint and take pictures, or it is simply time for self-mothering. This is when I come home early, get in my pj’s and cocoon in a safe sacred spot. I may read, play video games, or just sleep. Taking care of myself is what this dream is telling me.
Last but not least the lost child (or lost boys and girls). My lost child didn’t come up in a dream I had, she came up in a Lucid Dream (basically dreaming while awake). I just finished reading Robert Moss’ book, when I decided to sit down and do one of his meditations where you ask yourself repeatedly with different emphasis: “Where is the rest of me?”
I did this and found myself in Magog, on Lovering Lake, looking at myself on the dock where I used to love to fish with a stick, a hook, and a couple of pieces of baloney. At first when I approached her she was very fearful, but now, a few weeks later, she is the one who comes to me asking me to come fishing. I go, but this time I am the one who is scared.
This story is to be continued, as we are just getting to know each other again, and she is not ready to come back home. My job is to make her feel secure in doing so.
Love and light to you.