For most of my childhood, I had variations of the same nightmares. Skeletons walked inside my home. They clawed through the floors, my school bus, the ground. Always chasing, but never quite getting me. You can imagine how upsetting these would be to a child. I needed to understand where they came from and why I continued to have them. 

As a child, similar variations of this dream tormented my nights for years. When I shared these scary visions, I was told:

“It was just a dream.”

That phrase separated me from my intuition, my higher self, and the spirit that soared while I slept. The nightmares continued, and I became disconnected from knowing that my dreams were an integral part of what made me whole and unique. Those five words made me question the visits I shared with those who had physically passed as well as the warnings and premonitions that often presaged events in my waking life.

It wasn’t until I was in my early 20’s that I understood dreams to be an extension of me outside of my physical body. Through workshops with Robert Moss, dream teacher, and author of many best-selling books on dreams, I found that bridge to astral adventures.

When I was pregnant with my first son, Nick, I had continuous dreams of a blond-haired man trying to steal my son. Wherever I went, the man was there. The movie theater, park, our home. I was forever the mother bear fighting him off.

Because of these dreams, I was an overly protective mother. I made sure I knew who both my boys were with, met parents of their friends, and went on school trips. I even became a third-degree black belt always with the thought in my mind to protect, whether myself, my children, family or friends.

I attended many of Robert’s workshops until motherhood and life took up my time.

A few months before13-year-old Nick was ill, I was very concerned about his fatigue, and I kept having dreams that something was wrong with my blood. I’d go for transfusions, was in the hospital, and felt listless. I didn’t make the connection to Nick.

One night in waking life, I walked toward a building and Robert Moss stepped outside. He was teaching a monthly Advanced Dreamer program. I joined and we used his Lightning Dreamwork Process to help me understand these dreams. When I sought medical help, I found that I was healthy, so the dreams weren’t about me. 

In July of that year, only four months after reconnecting with Robert, Nick was diagnosed with Leukemia. Never did I think that the villain of my dreams would be cancer and those fears of losing my son would become a reality when he passed away four months later.

If you read the introduction to The Pause Place on Substack, you’ll learn more about my grieving story.

Dreams helped me connect with my son in a non-physical way.

Attending those workshops provided a path to Nick. Knowing he was still around in another form gave me strength to live.

When Robert began training others to be active dream teachers, I joined, thirsty for more connection with my son, my dad, my ancestors, and guides.  I have studied with Robert for over 30 years and have been growing my dream practice for most of my adult life.

Many people have shared dreams of Nick.

I love when he goes dream-surfing.

Talking to people about their dreams and holding space for them to gain guidance from their night and day dreams brings me so much joy.  

My dreams continue to grow HOPE.

HOPE is a huge reason why I write, teach, and create spaces for others to grow their stories.

HOPE is feeling your loved one hugging you after you cried yourself to sleep because you missed them.

HOPE is sleeping on a major decision or problem and waking up to the answer and clarity of knowing what’s best for you.

We sleep for about half our lives. We’re living amazing adventures during that time that are fun, informative, joyful, and guiding us in our waking life.

It’s more than just a dream.

Our dreams are a guidance system, creative outlet, fantastic adventures, and wifi to your Soulternet™

Dream Travels is a space to share your dreams, learn how to be the expert of them, and play fun games with an adventurous community. We’ll share dream stories, offer ‘if it were my dream’ support, and understand how journaling grows dream awareness using your personal symbols and messages. You can join the community on my Substack page: Pathways of Connection.

What would you like guidance on?

This is a growing, collaborative community. Share your questions, hopes, and intentions in the comments. 

I hope to see you in my dreams!

Janine