Menopause Dreams

Lucid dreaming is one of the gifts of menopause

Do you dream? Are your dreams lucid?

Lucid dreaming basically means that you can dream what you desire.

And you can control your dreams.

I’ve been a lucid dreamer most of my life.

Especially since I’ve been balancing my hypothalamus for the last 25 years.

And since menopause, I’m able to re-enter my dreams...

From one night to the next.

Even past dreams - you know those dreams that are recurrent and haunting and you cannot figure out what they mean? Re-entering them allows me to finally get the message my subconscious has for me.

I re-enter my dreams so I can figure out what’s going on.

And also to utilize that dream like I’m visiting a place to get more information.

Here’s an example:

One dream in particular, I’ve re-entered many, many times.

I call it my Cave of the Dead dream.

I first had it on Halloween night 2014.

I was walking across very green meadows with one of my sisters, my daughter, and my dog - my very happy lurcher who kind of danced instead of walked.

We approached a wall guarded by a large bearded man dressed in a kilt. I referred to him as the Scotsman.

The wall was made of lava. It was covered in petroglyphs.

He was clearly the protector of the wall and I could see he was sad.

The petroglyphs were family names, some more deeply indented, many becoming more shallow as if fading.

He beckoned to one: “This is my family name - they’ve forgotten who they are.”

I placed a hand on his heart and my other on his family name.

“Let’s send love to your descendants that they may remember .” We did and the petroglyph became more defined.

He smiled: “I’ve been waiting for you. Are you ready to go up?”

I nodded. And levitated up and up and up the lava wall until I reached a small door - like a hobbit door round wooden painted, a soft turquoise blue.

I knocked.

And I was greeted by my Aunt Marie who died in 1986.

She lend me through a dark earthen tunnel.

At the end we were in my Nana’s kitchen on Sheraton Street in Philadelphia. Pink linoleum floors. Pink Formica countertops. It smelled like sautéed garlic and coffee.

Definitely Nana’s kitchen.

My parents moved me away when I was two, but I’ll never forget that kitchen

Aunt Marie got busy setting out coffee cups.

I waited to sit until my Nana came through another entry.

She motioned for me to sit down then sat next to me.

Aunt Marie served us coffee and left.

Nana took my hands and explained to me what it was like in the spirit world.

She said: “you experience how you lived your life on earth. So be sure and live fully and kindly so eternity will be full and kind for you.”

Then she got up and kissed the top of my head took the shawl from around her shoulders and placed it on mine.

I teared up.

“How is it possible for me to wear the matriarchal mantle?” My mother was still alive.

She reassured me. “It’s your time now.”

I left the way I came.

And a few months later, I diagnosed my mother with terminal cancer. I became the matriarch of the family.

Dreams are very real for me.

I revisit this dream often.

I don’t always land in Nana’s kitchen.

Sometimes it’s my mother‘s kitchen in Agua Dulce and consult with my mother.

Sometimes it’s a tropical beach that I’ve envisioned for the past 20 years that can only access it via a cliff where I get messages from Gaia- Mother Earth.

I learned dream re-entry when I read one of Robert Moss‘s book in 2018.

I was able to do it immediately.

That fall he had a workshop in Berkeley. And I took my first born.

It was an interesting experience.

But I had learned all I need from the book. You see, I’m a very quick study.

I recently asked my first born if they are able to re-enter a dream.

They said sometimes, only if it’s in the same night. Yet they’re a little more lucid since the class.

Hmmm…

I believe it’s supporting my hypothalamus nutraceutically with Genesis Gold which has allowed me to deepen my lucidity and get the information that I need in my dream time.

Whenever I need to consult my ancestors, I return to the Cave of the Dead.

I envision the green meadow, the lava wall, the Scotsman and ascend to the portal. At the end of the tunnel I usually find myself in the kitchen of the matriarch I feel I need to consult with. Not always. Sometimes I land where spirit directs and get the message my soul most needs.

How do you consult with your ancestors?