Dreams and Edgar Cayce
Yesterday I dropped off some books to The Sandman Bookstore in Punta Gorda. While there I scanned the shelves and found a copy of "The Edgar Cayce Collection." If you don't know, Edgar Cayce was a "religious seer", a psychic known to thousands of people, in all walks of life, who had cause to be grateful for his help. I've always had an interest in the supernatural and the psychic world. After all, I was raised in a family who believes in ghosts, who did "up table" and who played with a ouija board. In fact, I once met a psychic man who scared me to death and changed my life forever.
Last night I began to read the book. The first section is on dreams and their importance in one's life. Before settling into my bed, I put my journal and a pen on the nightstand.
Here's the dream I had: Everything was white. I was in a white room, dressed in white, hunkering down, locking a door. Then I was sitting around a white table with two people I didn't recognize on either side of me and a man I knew at the end. Next, I was walking toward a white house. High up on a balcony someone watched--a woman. The man was in the doorway. The dream ended.
Now, I don't know what to do with this dream or what Cayce would say about it. I'll just leave it to jell as I continue to read the book. I'm not facing any serious troubles right now, not making any major decisions.
If anyone has any ideas to share about the dream, please do.