I was meditating, not sleeping when I had this dream. I am not a very good meditator and had drifted in consciousness into a bored and sleepy dream state.

I was sitting in a half-lotus in front of my fireplace in my Hollywood bungalow, but I felt very displaced. Things felt, odd.

I felt a presence behind me but despite my reflection in the mirrored glass of the fireplace, it was not a visual sensation, but more like a breathing-down-my-neck feeling.

I didn't move in reality, but in my mind, I turned around and faced a full-grown man. He was wearing lose fitting clothing. Something a modern day Ghandi would wear. Hemp looking material. He looked clean cut and had a strong face. He was probably mid-twenties. He reached out his hand and took mine, smiling.

He called me mother. He said he had a message for me to prepare for him.

That he was coming. I told him, no. He just smiled and said that there was nothing I could do to stop him from being in my life. That it was important for me to prepare now.

(still in a dream state) Then I was back in my posture as though nothing had happened and again aware of my reflection in the glass. I looked into it. I looked back at myself from the other side of the glass at a ‘me' that was eight or nine months pregnant.

I focused in and then came back to my awareness state again with a sense of dread. I stopped meditating immediately.

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Mona Christensen
Date December 31, 1998

Comment: This dream disturbed me because I don't think of myself as responsible enough to take care of a child and it seemed so weird and scary that I wasn't really asleep when I had it. I decided it was only a dream and left it at that.

Characters: Me , an adult version of a future son

Location(s): My Hollywood bungalow