A Little Boy And His Dog
When Unknown Visitors Appear In Dreams
I’ve been paying close attention to my dreams lately. Especially, when unknown visitors appear and offer messages.
*If your intuition gives you a reason to believe that you somehow know this little boy and his dog, please reach out*
My stomach is full of authentic Bavarian cuisine and the thoughts in my head are in a race with each other. The sky looks exquisite but I’m jetlagged, thankless and cranky. When my body hits the bed in the hotel room, I sink into it as if it’s quicksand. I turn on a sleep cast from the Headspace app and close my eyes. Slowly, my thoughts vanish and I’m teetering between a meditative and dream-like state.
He appears softly. Not abrupt like many of them do. He’s a bony and pale little boy with blond hair. He seems sad and lonely. He seems sick.
“I wish I could experience real life,” he says.
“Jump inside of me and you can,” I reply.
He swooshes, swerves and transforms into colorful beams of energy and jumps right into my heart. There is a beautiful explosion of light and my body starts to tingle.
I suddenly wake up in the dark and quiet room. The pillow is drenched with sweat. My heart is trying to punch its way through my chest. I turn on the light and catch my breath.
Holy shit, what was that?
The next day, I’m merely a shell of myself. I go through the motions and attend business meetings. I smile and shake hands. I pretend as if I didn’t just encounter a ghost.
Shortly after, I’m in the backseat of a car heading to the next destination. Another meeting. As my colleagues chit-chat on the way, I close my eyes to meditate.
Come back to me, little boy.
I begin to dream. This time, I see his skinny arm stretch way up high and knock on a window. Through the glass, his tiny little fist knocks gently.
“Where are you?” I ask.
He motions his hand at me to follow him. I do. He leads me to a vast and serene ocean. The colors from the sun and water are more vibrant than anything I’ve ever seen before. I see him sitting far away on a small island. Next to him is a medium-sized dog with brown hair. They both turn their heads back to look at me. I’m about to speak and just then, the dream ends.
It’s been seven months since I encountered the boy and the dog in my dreams. Just recently, I thought of them again. I spoke to two friends the same day about how I feel he might be sending me a message. Perhaps, he’s searching for someone I know. Perhaps, someone I know is searching for him. I prayed to the universe and asked the boy to send me another message.
Am I on track, little boy?
The next day I attended a conference for writers and met a lady who is also in the process of writing a book.
“What kind of book are you writing?” I asked.
“It’s a children’s illustration book,” she replied. “I’m creating all of the illustrations.”
“What is the book about?” I asked.
“A little boy and his dog,” she replied.
Coincidence? I don’t think so.

