“Let’s go.” I called them. We all got into the big car and started the journey anew.

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Driving Through Bushfires

My Grandma was just as I remembered her, a stylish strong woman.  In my childhood, she a great role model, for her competence and love. Here she was, exactly as I remember, those twenty-five years past. How relaxed was she as we journeyed this thirsty dreamscape.

Soon we arrived at an airfield. I jumped out of the car. On the airstrip were a young woman and a man. “When is the next flight out?” I asked them. “Not for a few days,” they said. We chatted about some other unknowable things before I got back into the car where Grandma and my sister were waiting. “We will have to drive from here as the next flight out is several days hence.” I told them. Not to worry as Grandma and sis were happy to drive on.

Ahead of us, along the way, bushfires were burning. “The bushfire season has come earlier this year because of climate change,” I added, “But, don’t fret, they have already back-burned (A bushfire prevention method).” The first fire was mild and easy to drive past. To our shock there were many bigger fires raging ahead.

New fires ahead struck fear in me. “We can’t drive through this one!” my sister ejaculated. “Let’s try.” said Grandma. I put the pedal to the floor, speeding up, straight into the raging conflagration.

Conclusion

I knew this vivid dream journey was saying that my long dead Grandma was okay. In fact, I have had many dreams of the dead. Too many, perhaps, to grasp it is, “just my mind working things out.” I know now dreams are, “the portal,” the dead use to bring succour to the living. It’s how the dead talk.

In my experience dreams convey messages from beyond the grave, often resolving issues that they were unable to, when they walked the Earth.

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Dream Journeys

Outworlders Return

Nightmare in Iran

The French Magus

Teaching People to Fly

Meeting Princess Diana