Angelic Birthday Dreams

So, yesterday was my birthday, and also Easter. When I communicated with Archangel Azrael, he found it “interesting” that humans celebrate a solar return. I mention this because it might frame the dreams I had last night. 

For my first “dream” I feel like I was more awake than asleep. I could see billions of stars in front of me on a violet background. I was in a class being led by angels—I couldn’t see them, just the edges of wings. The “teacher” pointed to the stars and said, “OK, here is how you reset time.” He then pulled at the fabric of space and snapped it back, like it was a rubber band. Another angel grabbed the entire area and shook it out like a dusty carpet. The thought came into my head that angels are much more massive creatures than we can comprehend. It was humorous to watch.

Then I had a dream in which a friend of mine was telling me about an island off the coast of New York City called Arborvitae (Tree of Life), and it had an amazing restaurant called Dulce (sweetness). I was trying to look up the place online while they were talking, but I kept getting frustrated by misspellings (including putting a number 3 instead of a letter for some reason). When I finally got to a website with no title, it had a picture of a restaurant that had a rather futuristic look, a bit like Rennie Mackintosh architecture. I asked my friend if this was the place, and they said yes. However, when I went there, it was more like a posh Manhattan grocery. There were loaves of artisan bread for sale, and they were priced nonsensically—some were $3, some were $47, for the exact same thing. I was now with my (deceased) brother, and I bought a package of breakfast muffins—I had some, but figured I should get some at the $3.89 price, and he agreed. There was a loudspeaker announcement asking people not to call to ask for bread, when it ran out there would be no more until the next day.

I woke up from this dream at 1:35am, which was curiously the time that Pope Francis died at the age of 88 (and today happens to be my Catholic mother’s 88th birthday).

I went back to sleep and had one final dream—another “angel class” dream, where I was walking around with a book given to me by the angels, a very thin paperback with a glossy cover. It was beige and brick red with white lettering, and reminded me of an academic series, but I can’t remember which one. The title was “Why Time Has No Meaning” or something quite similar. I was talking to someone who kept looking at the book uneasily, and I was trying to defend having it.

So, make of that what you will. Thanks for the birthday wishes!