Voices

Me, my sister <PERSON>, and my brother <PERSON> and brother <PERSON> were getting ready to go to school (none of us are in school anymore, <PERSON> is working on his masters degree). <PERSON> was angry and I was trying to put on a pair of pink shoes but they did not fit me (in real life that pair fits perfectly, in the dream they were too small). Justin said he needed <PERSON> and I said I ned you too but what is your name, because I thought that <PERSON> had a twin named <PERSON>, so I asked him his name and asked is your name <PERSON> too, is your middle name <PERSON> (it is in real life). There was a baby who had a red cut under his eyelids. I touched the cut to comfort the baby and then the baby turned into ash. The ash was black, not dark gray like ash usually is. I believe the baby turning into ash was a part of me dying. Later in the dream the baby was back but older and looked different, and did not have the cut, so that was a part of me being reborn different. We all but <PERSON> and the baby walked out the door to go to a high school and <PERSON> stayed home (he is studying to become a teacher), and I called him "teacher-man" and said "It is teacher-man's turn to teach the baby" <PERSON> did not respond. Our mom was not there, but earlier in the dream my mom was there. I smelled garlic and wanted to eat breakfast. <PERSON> was angry and I was thinking about God. I was helping <PERSON> in some way in the beginning of the dream, I was eating bread and trying to show <PERSON> something. After writing this dream down, I fell back asleep and had a dream about dying and going to heaven. I was in a cathedral with a bunch of elderly folks and we were all about to die and wake up with a new body in heaven. <PERSON> was talking to me and healing me of the demonic voices that I heal. I was meditating laying in a bed, there was spiritual knowledge that I now forget in the dream (this is a recurring theme, having powerful, scary mystical dreams, in one my spirit was floating in white and then I fell into a new body on the grass/on my bed, and then later I was in a powerful eagle for two minutes and could see the eagle. Earlier in that dream I had a false wake up outside it was raining and I was crying, the rain was masking my tears. I was in an unfamiliar place but had the feeling that I knew where I was and started to walk home. God and the devil was in the dream.). I thought I would go to the Cathedral of Learning in Pittsburgh after I died. (In real life I already died and now I will never die. My friend <PERSON> also died and stayed on earth and told me, "If you think you died, you probably did" (this was in real life not a dream. God wanted her to tell me that, it was a part of His plan for me.). I had a lot of insight that is now lost and I was feeling at peace with myself and God and knew that the elderly people who were with me would start to grow younger soon.