Active Shooter Dream, June 11, 2023

In the dream, I knew the day would end with an active shooter. I knew that I was entering the building and would soon hear a man enter and stalk the building for people hiding and afraid for their lives. 

I knew that my job was for him to find me. I didn’t know how I knew this. But I knew. And I went.

I was calm. I found my hiding place. As part of my job, I played some strange music on low on my cell phone to draw him near. I thought of how much my mother loved me. Then I brought the love of all the mothers into my heart. 

From all over the planet, the universal energy and power of Love came in waves and entered my body and the room where I was. The Love came as if I had asked for a cup of tea, simply and with options of sweetness. 

When the Love came, I could see a myriad faces. I could see the linearity of time on earth. The earth’s life and history of humanity flashed before my eyes. And I knew that in the story of disequilibrium and equilibrium, the common thread through time was Love. 

When the shooter made it to the time and space where my body was, I was a ball of light, perceiving infinity while I looked into his face. 

He did not know what to think and froze.

I spoke, gentle and true:

“I want to hear what you have to say.” 

“I want to listen in Love.” 

I didn’t notice the others with the approved guns enter and disarm him. 

In the dream, the man looked at me with two faces. 

One face said, “You tricked me. How did you trick me? I am smart and strong. I’ve planned so carefully. You’ve ruined everything.” 

The other face said, “Love.” That face knew just as well as I did about the thread of Love through all of the world’s existence in my face. 

I awoke, still feeling his confusion and anger, as well as trickles of the Love that was washing it away.

The dream is ended, but the meditation begins.