I would say, yes, could be.  I like that the dream was so specific -- giving the day -- that gives the message more authority, in my opinion.

love, blink

Deanna,

It was definitelly a premonition, but not a "good premonition". (she was scared not elated) She must be careful.

I wouldn't worry, Deanna, about Mary.

But, who might the gypsy be? Why did she slam the card on the table, rather than place it on the table?

Who does she represent? Does Charmaine have any thoughts about her?

I know you addressed your reply to Alan, but now you have got me curious....

love, blink

Well, you know, Deanna, it's not a bad thing for Charmaigne to make a friend.

And, Charmaigne could be absolutely right in her own assumption that she was picking up on some fear from elsewhere.

Charmaigne may think nothing of it, and it may come to nothing.

But, no harm in asking, if the gypsy character in the dream has any more information to offer.

love, blink

I like to think that anything is possible, Deanna. It works for me.

love, blink

Actually, Deanna, I don't know what "be careful" means. It sounds very vague to me.

I am not afraid of dreams. I do think dreams can be very interesting, and Charmaigne's description of the gypsy woman is intriguing. Perhaps the lack of eye contact contributed to Charmaigne's fear.

That fact alone, however, doesn't seem to be sinister in any way. It is natural for someone to look down when they are reading cards. I wonder what cards were on the table, and how many?

love, blink

What was brother Gary doing?

I just pulled a tarot card to question this dream.  I received the page of cups, a positive card. It is from an unusual online deck, and shows a figure walking towards us, carrying a tray, on which there are refreshments, kind of like a tea or coffee service.  The clothing looks slightly eastern. The face is obscured in an odd way I can't understand, but there seems to be an eye on the right side of the face, perhaps a turban of some kind. I interpret the correct message to be one of a new relationship, playful and spontaneous, precisely according to the deck.

This is confirmation for me, about the dream. No worries.

love, blink

You are so very welcome, Deanna. I'm glad you feel better, and I do too.

love, blink

Hi Dee,
I also believe it was a premonition, however also, could be connected to a wake up call. If your baby girl was starrtled by the "dream" in itself, then her Guides whom as we know are in the afterlife - may be trying to "show her by example" that there is more than meets the eyes and ears of our side of the universe, so they arranged something which would "make her definately think". But anyway - it is great that she has a new friend - a healthy amount of caution with new friends is always a good thing too. Hope that you speak to your daughter that merely because she dreamed of the meeting of a new friend and it then happened, that she doesnt go over board, but rather heed this as a notion to educate herself on sprituality.
Hugs,
Nanner

This is how the universe repays us, Deanna. It took me a little while to figure it out, honestly, because it looked like a negative occurence, on the surface.

On the surface.

I was pulling out of the parking garage at my place of employment. I sat in my car trying to decide which exit lane to use. There was plenty of time. Eventually, I picked the right lane. Never, in the 13 year duration of the time I have owned my car have I had an accident, only two minor "bumps" in garages that amounted to nothing.

So, here I am in another garage.

I turned into the exit lane and found myself confined with no escape... because I had grazed the barrier pole between the exit card machine and my car. It had passed the rear left side in such a manner that it scraped in a sickening way.

I could not exit. I was trapped in a bizarre angle, and the curves of the car made it impossible for me to diagnose the problem.

I saw a young woman standing outside of the office area and yelled, I need help! Several times.

She came, the angel of my life today. She hardly knew what to do any more than I did. She seemed dumbfounded. I kept insisting that I needed a tow truck and she finally admitted a tow truck could do nothing for me.  She guided me.

I steered, and she guided. We created an opening where there was no opening. We did it together.

She told me, back up, when I had no idea what to do and would try anything. She clarified my problem for me.

Eventually, I was free. I thanked her profusely.

Later, I realized, and just now I realize, I was like a spider caught in its own web, and she was a radiant being who saved me.

Can I now tell you that a very important person was waiting for me, who was ill, and who was standing out in the cold hoping that his path would be made easier?

I made it in time.

love, blink

p.s. although the door handle was smashed several times, and although there is a large gash in the side of my car....no worries.

The door handle still works perfectly, and for a 13 year old car...a "beauty mark" or two only adds character.

Yes, she was an angel, as are you, my dear...we all have wings, and we just gotta use 'em....

love, blink