This dream is different. It’s not just symbolic, not just a past life, not even a future vision-this felt like a real spiritual encounter. A memory. Something I’ve seen multiple times in meditations, dreams, and visions. I believe what I visited is what many call the “in-between lives area.”
Some would label it heaven, sure. But for me, “in-between lives” fits best. It’s that space where the soul goes before incarnation-to rest, to review, to prepare. Where we plan, schedule, set intentions. I’ve always felt drawn to this place. It makes sense to me. And I believe this dream was a part of my training.
Funny thing is-I’m not even sure why I’d need training. I mean, don’t I already know how to handle this stuff? But maybe not. Maybe even old souls need reminders. Maybe even I need to get my ass kicked in a spiritual bootcamp now and then.
And this dream wasn’t just for me. It felt like a collective warning too. A message for all of us. I remembered something I saw once in meditation-when I asked, “Why am I here?”-and I was told they needed my help. They asked me to come down. And I didn’t want to. I was furious, actually. But something stronger than my rage pulled me here.
And now, I’m seeing more of the “why.”
There was this map-and most of the continents were underwater or frozen. It was terrifyingly relevant, especially with the climate crisis we’re facing. And then I heard this message:
“Don’t let your voice be erased.”
And I think that was the heart of it.
We’re here to speak up. To stop this from happening. To protect what’s still left. That’s why I saw the “firstborn” and the “lastborn.”
We were trained to raise our voices.
Now onto the dream itself:
I had asked the angels to show me someone. A person. I don’t know if it was a firstborn or someone from the first wave-I just knew I needed to find them, and I needed their help.
And then suddenly-I was there. In the in-between.
Let’s just call it heaven for now, because I need a name, but really… it’s more complicated than that.
I was with this girl. And we got thrown into a ring. Like, what? An angel brought us here and now we’re about to fight? What kind of heavenly nonsense is this?
I didn’t want to fight her. It felt wrong. She was in a purple dress. I was in white. But before I could even speak, she punched me and I fell. I tried to explain-
“Hey, this doesn’t make sense, we don’t need to do this”-but she wasn’t having it. She kept swinging, and I was like: Just because we’re in a damn ring doesn’t mean we need to behave like cage fighters, girl. Chill.
Eventually, I started fighting back. And I told her,
“Girl. You forgot who I am.”
I know how gravity works here. I get my wings back the moment I step in. So I flew. I jumped. I fought. I started winning.
Then I fell out of the ring-or maybe jumped out on purpose, doesn’t matter. What matters is I was out, and I looked around. There were all kinds of beings-angels, hybrids, some unexplainable stuff. One of them looked like a zebra with hooves, and I remember thinking, Yeah, I don’t wanna get kicked by that thing. So I sat down and chilled.
One of the beings sat next to me. I said, “You see? You don’t want to get into that mess.”
He nodded.
I added, “I’m not trying to be rude, but those hooves? Nah.”
He laughed, agreed. I knew I was right.
Then, we were called somewhere. All of us. Like into a stadium with tiered seats-like stairs, all around. The lighting was weird. Not dark, but definitely not the usual blinding divine brightness I’m used to when I visit these realms. It was like someone forgot to turn on the celestial lights. Dimmed.
An angel came forward. He started calling all the firstborns and lastborns to line up.
I was one of the lastborns.
I laughed. No idea why. Maybe because the girl from the ring-purple dress girl-was standing next to me again and she clearly had a crush on the angel. And I found that hilarious. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know.
Then came the real message:
“Do not let your voice be erased.”
They said we need to remember to dance, to speak, to act-so that even when we’re taken out, our message lives on.
And I asked: “How do we know when we’ll be taken out?“
And they told me.
I had plenty of time.
I was like, “Shit.”
Then they showed us a map of Earth.
Most of it was covered in ice. Huge chunks of continents gone.
Someone asked me, “Where’s your country?”
And I deflected. I cracked a joke to avoid answering.
But deep down, I was looking at a world on the edge.
I was like, “Why the heck is everything frozen?”
And they said that everything had to crash first-completely collapse-before we can rebuild. But the ice wasn’t forever. Some lands were still green.
And I was like, “Okay but I’m not freezing my buttocks off down here. If this is the plan, I’m out.”
And then… the alarm went off.
Reflection:
I believe this dream was both a memory and a message. A warning. A call. A reminder of why I came here. Why we all came here.
To speak.
To act.
To not let our voices be erased.
Maybe this dream was just for me.
But maybe it’s for you too.
Maybe we’re all here for this fight.
Maybe it’s time we remember.
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