22. Let Them Truckers Roll

It’s a ’70 reference.  You probably were ‘yet to be born’.

I can remember a snippet of today’s dream.  Never before have I been two people and a watcher.  The watcher is the one that doesn’t have a body, that is just awareness.  It’s like being engrossed in the big screen, observing the events.  There is someone observing.  But we don’t put much thought into that form of self.  It’s always there.  Or, maybe, better said, it is always what we truly are.

Back in the dream, I was talking to someone, explaining something.  I appeared human, female, probably the me I know right now.

Michele-Plumb-Stowell-Let Them Trucks RollAnd I was looking at another form of me, a guy sitting in the driver’s seat of a still yet rumbling semi truck. I could see his/my left ear, and the buzz cut hair of the back left of his head, the semi’s rear view mirror, all far up from my vantage point on the ground.

The man had ribbon loops that mimicked children’s tree ornaments hung over that ear.  They dangled paper cut outs, art work, “earrings” his grandchildren hung, my grandchildren hung.

We’ve all laughed about dream interpretation.  A book on my shelf is notorious for presenting opposing views.  “X means that you should embrace change and move forward.  Alternatively, it may target you to be cautious and contemplate rather than take action at this time.”  I totally made that up, but it is accurate beyond laughter.

I looked up semi trucks on the internet.  That is even dicier than the book, because random folks write all kinds of nonsense and call it prophetic.  This is the one I choose for today, that feels accurate enough:  “You have size, largeness, and power and at the same time you will be burdened by your responsibility.”  (dream-meaning.net) No brainer.

And the earrings?  Because they are earrings, they speak of wealth, prosperity, and ancestry.  I love this, because the crafty grandkids spin this with longevity, adding the progeny element.  

Look to your layers.  Remember your watcher.  Focus on God in three persons.  It will all make sense some day.

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

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