My latest dream... "Prepare!"

I had a dream last night where my wife's recently deceased Grandmother (A"H) came to me and told me (as she pointed to one of her children who was no longer observant) "Tell him to prepare!"  Bubbie was 108 when she passed away and a genuine Tzadeikes.  In all her year of marriage not even her husband saw her hair and he wouldn't eat anything not cooked by his wife.  She was a direct descendant of King David with all the names listed on a family tree.  She was truly a one of a kind.

One of her children who also passed away was no longer as religious as the rest of her family.  To be fair, he was sick and his medication took a huge toll on his body and soul.  It's not that he was anti-religious, he just became lax and the medication made him foggy.  I do not believe that the message was directed to HIM per se.  I believe that he was merely a symbol for the Jewish People at large and the message was to those of us who are not as stringent as we should be in Torah learning, Mitzvos and Emunah and that we should take heed because the time is NOW to prepare.  Moshiach is coming.

A footnote:  I had three dreams subsequent to that dream where I told my wife the message from her grandmother.



A sweet note:  She blew me a kiss before she gave me the message.  May Hashem raise her Neshama to the highest heights of Heaven and bless her with only good.

My latest dream

A few nights ago I had the most wonderful dream. It was erev Shabbos and I was in the rebuilt Jerusalem. There were long tables with white tablecloths as far as the eye could see and the tables were all set for the Shabbos meal. It was dusk and thousands of people were taking their seats. I kept running into people I know from my community - people with whom I am not close at all (in fact I don't really care for). When we saw each other, we embraced like brothers and laughed as if we were long lost family. It was an aura of such simcha, the likes of which I had never experienced.

May this be the end of oyr Galus and the beginning of the Holy Shabbos... the Geulah!

Dream

The night before last I had a dream that Rav Yisroel Salanter Z'L came to me while I was sleeping to give me chizuk. Though I knew it was him, he appeared to me in the form of Rav Noach Weinberg Z'L. I don't remeber the words he spoke.

My dream

I dreamed a few nights ago and in it I was shown a large scorpion. I understood in the dream that that meant that Mashiach will arrive during the sign of the scorpion (Scorpio). I was then shown a building that didn't rest on earth, it rested on the ocean. I was shown a beautiful apartment that was huge inside and filled with clarity and beauty. The walls were lined with seforim and a Jew sat at a dining room table learning. I was to understand that this was NOT to be my apartment. I was then shown a very humble and mediocre apartment where I was to dwell.

Then I was taken to an auditorium where all of Klal Yisrael was seated. We were all waiting for Mashiach to appear. The usher took me to the left side of the auditorium in the middle (not the front or the back). I wanted to sit up front but was not permitted. The Jews sitting in my row were talking sheker and divrei chol like some do on Shabbos in shul. I was very embarassed.

May Hashem reverse my gezeiros kashos and accept my teshuvah. May we strive to have the best in Olam Ha-Ba and not in Olam Ha-Zeh.

Ain Od Milvado.

My dream on Shabbos.

I had a dream that my wife was pregnant and quickly gave birth to a boy named Michael. He had long hair like a Nazir and looked about two to three years old. Suddenly I was standing at the bima reading from the Torah and a Mohel came and did a bris on him. I had a feeling in the dream that the baby represented the Angel Michael. Not knowing much about him, when I awoke I looked up where he was mentioned and found this in Sefer Daniel:

"13. And the prince of the kingdom of Persia has been standing against me for twenty-one days, and behold Michael, one of the first princes, has come to help, and I remained there beside the kings of Persia (Iran)."

14. And I have come to enable you to understand what will happen to your people at the end of the days, for there is yet a vision for those days."

"1. Now at that time (the end of days), Michael, the great prince, who stands over the children of your people, will be silent, and it will be a time of distress that never was since a nation existed until that time, and at that time, your people will escape, everyone who is found inscribed in the book.

2. And many who sleep in the dust of the earth will awaken-these for eternal life, and those for disgrace, for eternal abhorrence.

3. And the wise will shine like the brightness of the sky, and those who bring the multitudes to righteousness like the stars forever and ever.

4. And you, Daniel, close up the words and seal the book until the time of the end; many will run to and fro, and the knowledge will increase."

My so called life: a dream.

As many (or not so many) people may have noticed, I have been silent for quite awhile. Not for lack of desire to post on what is happening in this upside down world, but rather because of my personal life. Without divulging too much about my identity, I have been without work months due to events that are in the news. It has taken an amazing emotional and mental toll on me and my household.

The capper was last month when I was rushed to the hospital by ambulance because I, Hatzalah and the paramedics thought I was having a massive heart attack. After a few grueling days in the hospital it was determined that my heart was fine and I had, in fact, had a massive panic attack. Now I have had anxiety before but nothing like this. I thought I was dying. The stress in my life was just too much.

I have noticed that in the past year most of my friends and neighbors have been going through major tsuris in their lives. I have whittled it down to three main areas: Parnassa problems, health problems or marital problems. Two of my close friends are on the verge of divorce after many years. I and others have had major health related tsuris and a majority of the people I know are going through serious financial stress. One friend is on the verge of losing his house while others had to let go all their workers while others have lost their businesses. It is an amazing time. There is more stress and sorrow among frum Jews then I have ever seen. All of this aside form the insanity that is gripping the world, especially the Israelis. This is a dark and lonely time for us. One friend nearly gave up frumkeit because of his sorrows while others have openly questioned Hashem and his mercy to me. My wife, a tzadaikes, weeps almost every day because of our troubles and it is getting worse each and every day.

Why am I telling you this? Well, I need to relate a dream I had last night.

I dreamed I was spending Shabbos with a woman I used to work with and her husband. In reality she is not Jewish. She is very successful in our industry. In my dream she was married to a Yeshivish man. At our Shabbos table he said the following to me: “Did you know that the halacha is that you need to have in mind what shiur of water you can drink during the meal when you say kiddush and hamotzei?” I was perplexed because I had never heard of such a thing, but he was adamant. Then, during the meal, he turned on the air conditioner. I was upset because it was Shabbos but he didn’t seem to care. The his wife looked at me and said: “You always come off as so depressed.” Again, I was perplexed.

Then it was Motzei Shabbos and I took them to a bus stop in a remote area. I dropped them off and for some reason decided to wait at the bus stop myself. There was a field of pebbles before the stop and I walked across it. I bent down and picked up a handful and realized that they weren’t pebbles but rather pills. Prozac to be exact. A sea of them. I crossed over and sat on a seat at the bus stop. Each seat had it’s own compartment so you were separate from others. I sat on the seat, alone and a song started to play. I knew it was a sign. The song was in Hebrew but I will give you the translation:

Rebbe Nachman
of Breslev
is like Rabbi Meir
the Tanna.
He will show me
the way to Teshuvah.

The melody was gorgeous and uplifting and it has been in my head all day. I will give you my interpretation of the dream and I welcome others to do the same.

The woman represented my industry. She was successful but I was being shunned. Her husband represented mainstream Orthodox Judaism which I follow. I am not a Chassid. But in the dream the man seemed more interested in halacha rather than action. His blatant disregard for Shabbos seemed like a hypocrisy to me.

The bus stop seemed to be waiting for the future. I had to pass over a sea of anti-depressants to get to the bus stop and when I got there I sat alone in my own little compartment. This was Hisbodidus, something I don’t practice or know much about.

Then the song came to me. I knew what the meaning was as it played.

Rabbi Nachman of Breslev is capable of miracles
Like the Tanna Rabbi Meir Baal HaNes.
If I follow his teachings, he will show me the proper path to Teshuvah.

This was startling to me as, again, I am not a Breslev Chassid. I respect them but really are not familiar with or connected to Rebbe Nachman’s teachings.

I guess I should delve into them, because clearly this was a message.

Thoughts?

My Dream During the 10 Days

I dreamed the following during the 10 Days of Repentance:

My wife had invited like 50 families over for Shabbos. I had no idea how we could or would feed everybody. She told me that many had canceled but showed up anyway. A woman, who I did not know, asked for a kiddush cup for her husband. I went to the sink and rinsed out my cos. The water splashed from inside the cup and some got on her face. It burned her like hot oil. She screamed. Somebody went and got her some ice.

Then suddenly I was sitting on a couch and one of the Rabbaim from the local Yeshiva (with whom I am not very familiar) sat on the other end.

He said: "Yehudah, I know you have had a bad year. I am going to tell you how you can fix it and have a better one this year. There are two things. First of all, you need to sing Ha-Motzei. The second is ______________."

The second thing was a personal matter that was he was incorrect about. I thought in my dream that he was wrong because I knew that the second thing he said was not true.

When I awoke, I told my wife the dream and she said: "Actually it is true" and explained that there were circumstances of which I had no idea that made what he said true. I got from this that the first message was emes and the second message was there to prove to me that this was not a nonsense dream.

My Hoshana Rabba Dream

I had I dream on Hoshana Rabba where I was shown the face of a man who I had just recently met (in real life). He is a religious man who was not born Jewish. I was told in my dream that this man did many terrible things in past lives and his being Jewish and religious is a tikkun and that he must be very careful in how he acts because the situation is critical. ie. his neshoma is teetering on the edge.

I would not give the dream too much thought except for the fact that I kept waking up from it, falling back asleep and then I dreamed the same dream all over again. This happened five times in the same night.

Question is... what do I do with this?

I have had dreams about a childhood friend who committed suicide. He has come to me asking for help because he is suffering in the next world. Any advice for me, a troubled Litvak/Yekke?

My Dream Last Night...

Last night I had a dream that I was at a simcha and I walked into a small room. Sitting there was the Lubavitcher Rebbe surrounded by small children. I was holding a cup filled with cookies and I offered him one.

He took one and then told me to offer to the children. I did and I told them to take one because they were brochos (oddly not to MAKE brachos). They ate the cookies and with great joy, the Rebbe told me to go play some simchadik music.

I left the room and went over to the DJ stand. I randomly pulled out a CD. I could not see what the title or who the artist was. It was foggy and unclear. I placed the CD into the player and the Miami Boys Choir came on. The song was Ashira LaShem:

[Then Moses and the children of Israel sang this song to the Lord, and they spoke, saying,] I will sing to the Lord, for very exalted is He; a horse and its rider He cast into the sea. My strength and my courage is HaShem, and He has been my savior.

I should note once again that I am neither Lubavitch nor a Chabadnik. Yet, this is one of many dreams I have had about the Rebbe.