Boy on the Silver Table

 
I am in this room that seems very sterile.  I see this little boy lying on his side on a silver table.  And I think it's Kyron Horman.  He is naked. He is lying on his left side and his knees are slightly bent up, not quite a fetal position, but natural, like he's just sleeping. His right arm is naturally bent a little and lying out beside him and his other arm is tucked under his body.  

And it seems that this is a coroner's table or a place where bodies are processed for evidence, because beside his little body, all laid out around him are articles of clothing, and other items that were found with him.  These are all organized and laid out in a circle around his body.  

As I look at his little body, I really want him to be dressed.  He just looks so vulnerable lying there naked.  And in a moment, some unknown force is dressing him, one article of clothing at a time.  And I realize that it was the force of me that did this, and I thought of the girl in the forest again and thought this must be some kind of ability I brought back with me from that experience.




When I began waking from this dream, I was caused to remember additional things.

I was caused to remember the thing that happened last night around 9pm here on the property.  The big Mommy Doe brought her twins back.  This is the first time I've seen them since before my kids got here in June.  So it's been awhile.  Even though it was getting pretty dark outside, I saw them clearly.  

But there's something really curious about the twins.  In June, one was bigger than the other, but not so much so.  They looked fairly even in size, although one was bigger.  But last night, OMG, I couldn't believe the difference.  The bigger one is so big now that it really looks like a small, adult deer.  But the other twin is still about the size he/she was in June.  I mean, really tiny.  

After my dream, something came to me about appearances and about perceptions, but I can't really remember the exact message.  The other thing was something about, even though twins might start out looking and seeming identical, they can grow to become something that doesn't even remotely resemble one to the other.  Something like that.  

Nonetheless, I was happy to see them together.  BTW, the little one is just that, just little, but certainly quite active, romping and playing and kicking up it's heals.  So it seems perfectly healthy and VERY playful.  

But the bigger twin....OMG, you cannot believe how big this fawn is.  Still has it's spots and everything, but HUGE.  Dave, my husband,  actually saw it by itself in the yard the other night.  He told me then that he THOUGHT it was a fawn, but thought better of it because it was so huge.  

I still think this deer and twin thing that keeps coming up has something to do with Kyron. 

Indian Girl in the Forest

I am out in the forest, in a small, cleared area.  There's a girl with me.  I know her.  She looks somewhere between 15 and 18 years old.  She has black hair, parted in the middle and tied back at her neck.  We are under some sort of make-shift shelter, like four wooden posts and a canvas or something over the top.  There's a small table and she is sitting on a small, low-to-the-ground stool.  She looks like a young American Indian to me.  

We are talking and she begins to tell me something.  And I think that what she's going to say is going to spoil some surprise for me. I don't know what it is, but it's something like if someone tells you that you're going to have a surprise birthday party and they spoil the surprise.  This wasn't it, but something along these lines.  

As she begins to speak, I hold up my right hand and say, "No, no, no, don't tell me.  Don's tell me."  But she doesn't stop talking, she continues.  When I hear what it is she is telling me, I stop protesting and listen.  And what she has told me is the information, important information in a dream that I've forgotten.  And suddenly, the dream and the information in that dream comes flooding back to me.  And she recounts my dream back to me in such detail, it becomes so profound, that I can no longer contain myself. 

I look at her, look into her eyes, and I feel the most incredible connection to her.  To everything.  And I begin to sob so profoundly that I cannot catch my breath.  The emotion that I feel, and the connection that I feel......well words are insufficient to describe.  

Then something strange happens and I will do my best to explain what happens next.  As I am coming out of this dream and I am realizing that I am lying in bed, I feel this sensation in my head.  I can actually FEEL this sensation in my head that I have been held in this space to experience this with this girl, that I have been held in this space by some unknown force or power to that I could experience this.  And I can actually FEEL the force or power release me so that I can return to this consciousness, the consciousness of lying in bed. This was so powerful.  

The only words that I can remember from the dream that she was recounting for me are:  Live Her.  This was the only thing I was able to bring back. 


When I begin to full waken, I am reminded of two things. 
 
I am reminded of that dream I had in Playa del Carmen Mexico one time.  It was an audio.  It was, "Find the area of your Tribe."  I thought about this and I think I have found the area of my Tribe.  It's here.  In Ohio.  This is the area of my Tribe.  And I am feeling more and more each day that my work in Mexico is coming to an end.

On the Run with a Family that's not Mine

23 July 2010
I am traveling with this family.  There seems to be a mom, dad and some other children.  It seems we might be "on the run" or traveling across country to go to another place where we are not known to people.  I am a boy.  The family is not my own.  It seems as though I know some of them.  It's not a terrible situation, but I don't understand why I am with this family and just want to go home.  It seems like I might have been told that I was going on vacation with them.  

For the night, we have checked into this motel along the road we're on.  The motel is right next to the road.  It seems like it's a really small town, like a one gas station kind of town.  There's this really long, wooden foot locker that we keep all our clothes in.  It's very heavy and cumbersome to get in and out of the vehicle we're in.  I don't recall the vehicle.  The footlocker has been placed at the end of one of the beds in the room.  It's open and gobs of clothes are in it and hanging off the sides of the open lid.  There's also a brass colored latch with a turn thing so it can be secured.  The room is a mess with everyone's clothes lying around.  And the motel seems old and dated to me, even though I'm a little boy.  

Across the street is some sort of attraction and the parents decide we are going to go over there.  We all walk across the road and there's a building, looks like a house and it seems to be a dark red color.  We walk in the door and the room is full of these black goats.  At first I think they are dogs, but they're goats.  As soon as we walk in, all the goats run to us, it feels almost like an assault.  And the goats grab hold of one of our fingers and they start sucking on our fingers.  And they suck so strong that you cannot get free from them.  At first, I think this is kind of fun, different and kind of cool.  But when I can't get free it ceases to be fun.  And even when I do get free, there's another goat assaulting me for my finger.  I don't like it.  The goats are doing to same thing to everyone.  At some point this begins to feel sexual to me, and I don't like it at all.  They are still just sucking on my fingers but there's something about it that feels sexual.

When I revisit this dream after I wake up, I think of Kyron Horman.  I hope he's alive and well and just on the run with a family who will care for him.