“You must do the thing you want most.
 We are our own crash test dummies.” ~Leonard Cohen

Last night I found myself saying, “You have been met.” It felt strong and true. “You have been met.” I watched myself go into the bedroom and pick up the wooden angel Tallulah had given me for Christmas a while back. It had been sitting on the chest behind the chair where I sometimes do videos. Without hesitation I placed it on the great room hearth behind a plant I love. I was satisfied. It felt like I was bringing the message to the forefront of my consciousness.

“Send me a message in a dream tonight,” I found myself thinking. It took me a long time to fall asleep. Measured in the length of CDs I played on the Bose next to my bed, It took 4 of them before I surrendered to the night.

This morning after about 3 hours sleep I woke up remembering a dream. Just like the 3 dreams where I was riding in the back seat of a car, this one took place in the back seat of a car as well. There was a woman in the back seat with me and in the front seat was a young woman from Hawaii with her children. One was a little girl and the other one was a baby girl. I held the baby for a long time in the dream and she took to me.

Then the woman in the back seat was in the front seat and I heard her telling me that I was a messenger. We had some sort of exchange about this, but I don’t remember much about it. I told her that my energy had to be very specific and strong or I could not be effective.

When I woke up, I felt a deep appreciation for the Dream Maker, whoever it may be. I am not announcing that I am a herald of the coming good, as I think Gurdjieff called it. I am just saying that I had another dream where I was not driving but being driven. One must be more relaxed in the back seat. “Leave the driving to us,” as the old car commercial said.

Vicki Woodyard