I was in an unknown town checking into a really cheap hotel that was in an old converted house. It reminded me of those movies staged in “Old Mexico”.

Everything was very quiet, peaceful and floaty (sort of like the scene in Mr. & Mrs. Smith where they first meet.)

After sleeping soundly all night, I go down to breakfast. I sit down with my 5 year old daughter, R, and we eat breakfast. One of my business colleagues, Raj, who I see about once a year is sitting at the table and keeps giving me funny looks.

I go back to my room and realize that I feel funny. In the mean time, Raj has called the police and told them that he thinks I’ve been drugged and that my daughter has been kidnapped, because I was carrying around a stuffed bear, calling it her name, and acting really funny.

So the police show up and swarm the hotel. They are asking lots of questions and trying to determine if my daughter was even with me when I arrived. I can’t seem to answer anything because my head seems to be like the inside of a cloud.

They find my daughter quickly and detain the kidnapper. I think we may have been in Mexico because they gave me first crack at the suspect before they took him to jail.

Once upon a time, I had vivid, Alice-in-Wonderland-style, off-the-wall dreams nearly every night. One of my best friends jokingly would start our morning conversations with what insane planet were you on last night? Over a year ago, I started doing a lot of meditation and channeling while awake and basically stopped dreaming for a while. Recently my dreams have started back and they are insanely vivid, even more so than usual for me. Last April, I had surgery and when I was in recovery one of my spirit guides revealed herself to me.

A little background: A few nights before, a soul guide intuitive answered a question for me- I asked about missing my mission or purpose in life, because I felt like I had been sent back several times because I had something unfinished. She told me that I already knew what it was and the guides said that I should look left. (Which would have been great advice except I was moving furniture when she was reading me and I didn’t get the email until hours later.) So she told me that my guides would answer me if I asked for clarity. I did some meditation and free writing. My answer was “The money will come and wait for the dream.”

This morning I had knee surgery. When I was in recovery coming out of the fog, one of guides appeared to me, first time ever. She was a small, round woman wearing an cheerful orange dress within flowers on the hem. Her hair was silvery white and bobbed. She talked to me for a while, while we put wallpaper on cats. (Yes!)The cats didn’t like glue but they loved showing their personalities through their custom designs. The conversation was deep and feels like it has made some huge subconscious shifts, calming ones. I was very sure it was real and after I had come totally up the anesthesiologist came in to remove the EEG from my head. (Some people in my family have anesthesia trouble so they were being extra careful.) He said I have never seen an EEG with such an active Alpha state during a surgery. Then he laughed and said that he rarely did EEGs but all the same.

<em>In this dream, I was more of an observer than actually a participant I believe. I felt like I could “float” from room to room, like I was on the end of a boom camera, making super smooth transitions.</em>

It was a different time period. One were flues were still used for heat.

A scampy little boy is walking home from school and all the other school boys are being cruel to him. He’s dirty and the whole dream was very dark, like it was always a cloudy, winter day. He was also dressed in heavy clothing.

One evening, his mother and father come home, through the back door, to find someone has kicked in a panel of their front door. A man and his son are outside and when they open the door to inquire the man says something nasty about their son.

As the father goes upstairs to check the house and for the little boy, the mother stands at the front door and stands her ground. She said to the man outside, “If anyone is found in our house, I will kill him.” She grabbed him by the coat collars and told him, “What my son is going through is insane. Will you look at your son?! He can’t even play outside because they harass him so badly. He just wants to play baseball!”

The man, with dirty blonde hair, and a tall, black hat, that once was dressy but is now just worn, started to tear up and pulls the mother to him as she continues to hysterically rant.

The father comes down the stairs and is concerned because he can’t immediately figure out why the man has ahold of his wife. He seems to trust her completely and is just worried about her safety. No one else was in the house and the little boy is fine.

The man says something to his son about being a liar. I can see out the open front door and the sky is still dreary.

<em>When I woke up from this dream, my blood pressure was up and I was apprehensive, like I had really just been in the room with a fight.</em>

In February 2012, I found out that I was allergic to wheat and caffeine. Yes, I am so serious. I already knew I was allergic to honey, cinnamon, ginger, turkey, all tropical fruit, grapes, walnuts, and hazelnuts. So as I’m talking to my allergist, he suggests that because I have to give up wheat and caffeine, I might think about giving up sugar. I walked out and thought sure. I’ll start eating super clean. (Please let me suggest that you never, EVER try to stop sugar cold turkey.) My third night off sugar, I dreamed: I was hiding in a hotel, not a very nice one. The bedspread had ugly flowers on it. I was cheating on my new eating restrictions. I ate a whole pizza, a box of donuts, several boxes of chocolate candy, cupcakes, cookies. Then I passed out in a sugar coma, in a pile of wrappers and boxes. The dream was so realistic that I woke up feeling guilty and actually expecting to find a bunch of wrappers in my bed. Strangely enough it satiated my sugar cravings for the day.