“Dreams are doorways to greatness, how often they are never opened.”

Dreams belong to everyone. Whether you remember your dreams or not, everyone has the ability to do so. Some dreams hold greater meaning than others; usually those are the dreams that we remember and leave us with a distinct feeling, message or vision.

When I lived in Minneapolis I met my dear friend Monica. We were kindred spirits who spent endless hours discussing our animals, karma, Edgar Cayce,  and men and their astrology sign. A conversation rarely passed without interpreting our dreams.

Ten years later and now living in Kentucky, I dreamt one May evening that Monica had died. She appeared to me as a beautiful round ball of light, like a halo. Upon awakening I called her.  She answered, but her voice was weak, her language indiscernible. I told her who I was and shared my dream. She faintly said she was close to leaving, and must sleep. A month later my dream had meaning. I received an announcement from Monica’s family that she had died peacefully at age eighty-five at her daughter’s home. Her death occurred a few days after my dream and phone call.

I cherish all my dreams; my prophetic dream of Monica is no exception. If we take the time to interpret our dreams we learn a great deal who we are, where we have been, and where we are going.