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Posted on January 7, 2022 at 1:00 AM Comments comments (638)

Dear Family & Friends of Dreaming Kevin,

You have warmed my heart with your kind and loving messages for the 31st anniversary of Kevin’s transition to new life. For the past three decades my New Year officially begins the day after his anniversary. Typically, the week leading up to it is a contemplative time reflecting on the “miracles” that altered my life and brought healing. This holiday season, Kevin delivered one of those mind-altering miracles literally “racing” into the present to capture my attention, leaving me speechless and rehabilitated. I’ll keep the details private to honor his gift but trust me…I got the message.


My sense is that a “miracle” is an act of grace that overturns a misperception – a perception or a belief which was upside down and is turned right side up, literally upending the distortion of truth enabling us to see it differently. Its emphasis is on healing false perceptions of suffering and pain which at its core is a belief that I am separated from God, the source of Love.


Earlier this week I posted an excerpt (see FBpost on 1-7) from Dreaming Kevin illustrating my understanding that I am never separated from that source of Love. It is only when my perceptions are shaped through the lens of fear that I believe I am separated from Love and all that is created by Love. Dreaming Kevin, not the book, but DREAMING Kevin has confirmed this for me time and time again. But even the most ardent and skilled dreamworkers need a reality check now and then. ;)


These past two years of living and aging gratefully yet clumsily through a pandemic have emphasized this notion greatly. In the midst of the deepest, most heart-wrenching times of loss those miracles persist, challenging me to see differently and inspiring me to not only show up for others but for myself as well with compassion, acceptance and love.


Today, I sit quietly in gratitude with an appreciation and awe for the gift of grace that moves through my life offering such profound levels of healing and growth. Thirty-one years ago, shackled in fear, I could not have imagined it so.


Thank you all for being a part of my journey, supporting Dreaming Kevin and my dreamwork practice!


Earth Day April 22, 1991-2020

Posted on April 22, 2020 at 10:35 PM Comments comments (2)

Earth Day April 22, 2020

On this 50th anniversary of Earth Day may we all be inspired to do our part in creating a healthier more sustainable environment for ourselves and future generations. In the wake of the pandemic, scientists have an unusual opportunity to study significant if only temporary changes in our planet. Cleaner air from less pollutants and emissions from the reduction in transportation. Less noise pollution allowing the sweet sounds of springtime to be heard in chirping birds again. Quieter soundscapes offering potential benefits for reduced stress and better sleep. There are even reports of animals venturing into villages and towns amid the lockdown as we hunker down inside. There are blessings in disguise if we choose to see them during the pandemic.

Each Earth Day anniversary marks such an unexpected blessing as well for our family during the outbreak of grief and heartache after our Kevin’s death 29 years ago.

On Earth Day, April 22, 1991 we held the planting and dedication of The Heartlight Tree in Altrusa Park at the intersection of Hillcrest Drive and Devon Street in Montrose, Colorado. Altrusa Park, just steps from our home, held special memories for our family. Just two days before Kevin died (January 7, 1991), we shared a wonderful afternoon there romping in the snow and sledding down the big hill. It was a glorious day!

A few weeks later, our dear friend, Dave Arellano, a principal in the school district where Stann was also a teacher, organized a group of school district administrators to donate a blue spruce tree in memory of our Kevin. The city granted their request to plant the tree in Altrusa Park.

On that warm spring day, we invited Kevin’s friends and classmates, Stann’s seventh grade class, and our friends and family to the ceremony. We asked each of Kevin’s closest friends and cousins to bring a cup of dirt from their backyard. I took the children aside and explained that we would use the dirt from the ground on which they had played with Kevin to plant the tree. In doing so they would always have a place to come and remember their adventures and fun times with Kevin. Most important: their love would help the tree grow. After a short speech from our school superintendent, Russ Stone, the children gathered around the little blue spruce. One by one, the children poured their cups of dirt into the hole mixing it with the fresh soil to produce a fertile ground for “Kevin’s Tree”. Stann and our daughter, Amber, helped slide the root ball wrapped in burlap into place, sealing its destiny of service for all those seeking hope, renewal, and unconditional love.

Over the years we have made many pilgrimages to our sacred tree. Our tears have watered its thirsty roots to produce blue-green needles and thick branches that offer solace in their shade and wisdom from a gentle breeze. Yet, those are the same needles that pierce tender fingertips in the way that grief unexpectedly stabs at the scars of a healing heart. Just as Kevin’s little tree endured drought, freezing temperatures, raging wind, and vandalism, 29 years later, we have battled the brutal and turbulent weather of grief to stand taller and stronger than ever. Blessed by the kindness of strangers, the support of our loved ones, and the gentle mercies of God, we have survived and continue to thrive.

On this Earth Day, I express my deepest gratitude and appreciation to all those who made it possible to share this sacred space with our family and friends, our community and beyond.

With Love,

Carla & Stann Blowey

P.S. If you recognize yourself in these photos, or if you were there that day, please like or tag the photo(s)!


Seeing Our Dreams Differently: A Shift in Perspective

Posted on April 17, 2020 at 2:55 AM Comments comments (11928)

Like all of you, I’m trying to wrap my head around the latest updates and guidelines for coping with the coronavirus in our area. I’m fortunate to live in a rural town with a caring and resilient spirit and I trust that our community leaders will make good decisions for the good of the whole. My heart though is with my children and grandchildren who live in the city on the east side of the Rocky Mountains. It’s unnerving to think that any of us will be able to travel freely to visit for a while. We’re mindful of the necessary precautions and at the same time struggling with this reality and “media fatigue”. It’s a time for deep breaths, being present, and lots of prayer.

It’s also a time of heightened dreaming as the events of the waking world weigh heavy on our hearts and mind. It is in times of doubt and uncertainty (especially in the midst of misinformation and disinformation) that our dreams move into high gear illustrating our deepest fears and anxieties. Nighttime may bring strange dialogues, bizarre landscapes and unknown characters portraying chaos and confusion, eventually interrupting much needed rest and sleep.

I assure you that dreams are not to be feared but embraced for “all dreams come to us in the service of health and wholeness.” As dream teacher and mentor Jeremy Taylor said, “There is no such thing as a "bad dream". Only dreams that sometimes take a dramatically negative form in order to grab our attention”. All dreams come to show us something we don’t know or won’t acknowledge and offer creative solutions for personal or spiritual growth, healing and reconciliation.

Imagine that going to sleep each night is like attending the sneak preview of a movie in our own dream theater! Aspects of our life pertaining to specific issues are recorded on the dream film for a private showing. The heavy curtains concealing our unconscious are wide open revealing the past, the present and the future in metaphor and story commenting on our feelings of loss and worry. In partnership with our soul and the divine, all our fears, desires and memories are intricately woven in the story line of the script written. We are the lead actors and play all the supporting roles!

Would you be willing to consider that we have a choice about how the dream will impact us? We can choose to allow the nightmares and “bad” dreams to possess us, fueling more fear and guilt…or we can choose to see them differently and go deeper.

How can we see our dreams differently?

First, we begin with the acknowledgment that the key to unlocking the messages in the dreams is to learn the Language of Dreams – a symbolic language that speaks a truth that cannot be denied. Dream symbols, archetypal images, metaphor, mythology and scripture become the reference tools.

Second, we set an intention before we go to sleep that we want to remember our dreams, and that we are ready to receive the message in whatever form it takes without judgment or rejection.

Third, we begin a daily practice of recording whatever details of the dream we can recall in a journal. This will create a reference point where we can begin to recognize our personal symbols, recurring themes and characters and what they mean to us in the context of our personal history.

Fourth, we share. We speak the dream to see it differently. I invite you to share your dream(s) with a trusted friend or loved one who can offer you unbiased feedback.

And lastly, we can express our insights about the dream in creative ways to bring the dream images from the inner world to the waking world in a tangible form. Meditation, music, poetry, songwriting, dance, yoga, art, collage, sculpting, writing and journaling are tools we can use to enhance healing. In this way, we offer the dream as an invitation to raise our consciousness by shifting our perspective to see differently, ultimately bringing a richer and deeper understanding to the dream.

These are trying times and we must accept that there will be unusual challenges for a while. Our dreams can help us navigate this crazy world offering insights and guidance to survive and thrive in the outer world. Dreams truly are a blessing in disguise!

As we quarantine and practice physical distancing, I want to be of service. I’m offering free (limited) dream sharing services for a short time in light of this pandemic. I’m available on private messenger for a brief chat and also by email. Please use these options to protect your privacy rather than post on my public page. And remember, even though I too am following the stay at home guidelines, I’m keeping busy (hopefully, in my garden!) so please be patient for a reply.

Much love to all of you who are dreaming big, small or not at all!

"For a while, life is not going to be how it used to be in the United States," Dr. Anthony Fauci, the director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, said on CNN's "State of the Union" Sunday. "We have to just accept that if we want to do what's best for the American public."

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Close Encounters of the Spiritual Kind

Posted on July 17, 2018 at 5:15 PM Comments comments (2368)

Our deceased loved ones are supposed to be dead. Laid to rest. Buried. Burned to ashes. Cremated. In some cases, their body is never found but declared dead. Physically inaccessible, unreachable, untouchable...gone.

And yet, you've still SEEN your loved ones in a dream after their death, healed of disease, trauma and disability. Whole and holy, illuminated with grace, wisdom, insights and love.

Logic tells you that a dead body can no longer function or communicate. Your religion tells you that no one can come back from the dead in any form. Your belief system demands tangible evidence. Friends and family listen, shaking their heads with worry that you've gone over the edge of grief. You think you're losing your mind but your gut says it's real and your heart soars with joy. Was it just a dream?

Ancient cultures have long acknowledged the ability of the dead to communicate with us from the after-life in our dreams. Present day western culture and science cast doubt on the reliability of such occurrences. Even so, communication from the dead in dreams is reported from groups of people around the world regardless of culture, religion, location, age or gender.

Bill Guggenheim and Judy Guggenheim, co-authors of Hello From Heaven, use the term "ADC", meaning "after-death communication" to describe " a spiritual experience that occurs when a person is contacted directly and spontaneously by a family member or friend who has died without the use of psychics, mediums, rituals or devices of any kind". (1) In their seven-year research of the 12 most common types of after-death communication they described a "sleep-state ADC" (2) as occuring in a dream.

I prefer to use the term "dream visit" to describe this phenomenon that I believe occurs as a soul to soul connection in the dream state where we are free of the perceptions of the physical world.

I am often asked why some people see their loved ones in a dream and others don't. Or why a prayer or sincere request to a deceased loved one to appear in a dream goes unanswered. How do we prove the validity of a "dream visit"? Why are dreams of the dead so random and unpredictable? Honestly, I do not know the answers to these questions and I am wary of anyone who says they do know.

You won't hear me citing statistics, data or scientific proof about dream visits from deceased loved ones because I don't believe any of it can prove or disprove what I consider to be a spiritual experience. It is what it is...for you. I can no more judge your experience than you can judge mine. I cannot interpret your dream anymore than you can interpret mine. Only you know what it means to you but with feedback from someone who is not emotionally invested in your dream you have an opportunity to see it differently. However, I can share with you what I've learned to be true for me and how I discern the difference between a grief dream and a dream visit of a deceased loved one.

The question is: how can we distinguish between the two when our deceased loved one appears in both types of dreams? Could it just be a case of wishful thinking in the throes of loss? As I've discussed in past columns, dreams of the bereaved mirror the pain and suffering of the griever offering solutions, self-reflections and healing. By accessing your personal dream dictionary and recognizing the associations you have to your personal symbols and universal symbols you can more easily identify patterns and universal themes that occur in your waking life that need resolution - hence identifying "wishful thinking". Remember, the dream ego has logged a lifetime of your experiences to get your attention. Given that, it is no surprise then, that the dream ego often uses our deceased loved one as a "symbol" to speak to us.

For example, four months after my father died of pulmonary disease complicated by pneumonia and MRSA, I had this "grief dream":

"The scene was an instant replay of familiar occasions when I would find Dad crunched in his recliner struggling to catch his breath. I told Dad that I remembered what we were supposed to do, so I cradled his skeletal frame and carried him to the couch that had become his bed in his last days at home. I stretched out his body so he could breathe more freely. I left him for a moment to gather myself, turning away to grieve the deterioration of his body. When I returned, the scene changed to his hospital room replaying the scene of his death. I cradled him in my arms and cried. The dream ended and I woke up."

In reviewing a dream like this without some knowledge of dream work, it's likely that a bereaved dreamer might assume that their loved one is still suffering after death. Why else would they appear this way?

If we follow the guidelines mentioned earlier, using your personal dream dictionary and recognizing the associations you have to your personal symbols and universal symbols, it is more plausible to suggest that on its basic level, my dream addresses my doubts about my caregiving abilities and the despair of the inevitable result. On a deeper level, my father's illness is also symbolic of the deep anguish and suffering of anticipatory grief, as well as the grief I was experiencing at the time of the dream. And, on a biological level, the dream also depicts the current illness in my body. I was actually suffering from bronchitis, laid out on my own couch with the same medications used to treat my father. My grief over the loss of my father was so overwhelming, it literally hurt to breathe.

When I went back to sleep that same night, I had another more profound dream:

"I was walking along a shoreline of what I thought was an ocean but what turned out to be a large swimming pool. The waves were gently lapping against the poolside and the water was a Caribbean blue. I wanted so much to get in the water and swim far away. Next, I saw a flash image of my Dad. He was in his late 30's, looking handsome and fit. Then, I heard him talking beside me and I became lucid. I turned and there was Dad now in his late 60's, healthy and vibrant! He said to me, "I loved being a father to you kids. I would do it all again for you, and for your children." I was overwhelmed with love and gratitude. it was wonderful to feel that deep connection with him again."


The dream faded but that sense of peace and gratitude remanisn with me whenever I recall this encounter. And, my emotions swell almost bringing me to tears. Therein, is what I believe to be the striking difference between a grief dream and a dream visit. It is a spontaneous occurence in the present moment, a "close encounter of the spiritual kind", and completely out of my control.

My father has shown me that he has transcended illness, pain and suffering to become whole again. He assures me that he is beside me, here in the present, not ahead of me in the future nor behind me in the past. We are speaking soul to soul and our connection is stronger and more conscious than ever before. This sacred exchange of love between us brings a sense of peace that heals a segment of my heart each time I recall the experience. This dream needs no further explanation or analysis. It is what it is for me...and I accept Dad's precious gift to me with gratitude.

Accept the gift of your dream with gratitude and rejoice.

Dreams are a Blessing in Disguise,


c 2008 Carla Blowey c 2018 Dreaming Kevin Publishing

This article was originally published in my column, THE DREAM CONNECTION, in Living With Loss Magazine, Spring 2009, Vol. 23, No. 1

[1] Hello From Heaven, Bill Guggenheim and Judy Guggenheim, Bantam Books, 1995

[2] Hello From Heaven, Bill Guggenheim and Judy Guggenheim, Bantam Books, 1995

Back in the Day

Posted on September 29, 2016 at 10:55 PM Comments comments (129)

Back in the Day

It’s been 25 years. The bereavement landscape was very different back then. The death, dying and grief section in my hometown book store housed about a dozen dusty books. Bereavement Magazine read more like a newsletter than a publication. The two-and- a-half-hour round trip to attend a Compassionate Friends meeting was too stressful to endure alone. Making a call to “just to talk” had to be scheduled to take advantage of weekend rates and avoid long distance charges. The idea of actually having “face time” with a caller was still on the drawing board. Imagine, listening to a static ridden message on your voicemail machine because you were too overcome with despair or sheer exhaustion to answer the phone. It was different back in the day.

Many of you cannot imagine a grief world without a Facebook page to memorialize your loved one, a website to create a foundation or a search engine to find grief resources. No profile page, Instagram, Snapchat or Twitter account to post your current status about a sweet memory, a dream visit, an angry rant or a cry for help. No instant notification alert from “friends” who like, love or feel sad about your current status. Grievers didn’t have these options back in the day. Since then, the internet has given rise to a network society of grievers who need only log-on to receive support. For many the cyber world is a viable path for healing.


The first time I posted on a bereavement message board, I had to wait 48 hours for my message to be reviewed and posted, and the reply came at least a day or two later. I felt like I was waiting for a letter to arrive in the mailbox. I simply asked if anyone was dreaming about their child. The first responses were assuring yet heartbreaking. Within a month’s time, the message threads grew long and detailed resembling a journal entry with stories from parents yearning to talk to someone “like them”. Despite the long intervals, it felt more intimate, people seemed more respectful and considerate in their replies.

In retrospect, it was the end of the era of “letter writing” when long-term correspondence was thoughtful, informative and descriptive between senders. Receiving a letter in the mailbox was an honor because it meant someone remembered me. They were thinking about me and my well-being long before I read their words. Even a vacation post-card (perhaps the equivalent of an instant message now) conveyed as much with a scribbled, “Wish you were here!”

As a young girl, I learned the art of proper letter writing from my mother, the 1SG of Communication in our Army family. Mom was a stickler about crossed out words, incomplete sentences and messy handwriting but her diligence sharpened my writing and self-editing skills. I proofread everything to be sure I’d written what I really meant before sealing the envelope.

Growing up in a military family, we had more address changes than I want to remember. Now, I have two email addresses attached to umpteen log-ins for a gazillion personal accounts. Back in the day, overseas “Air Mail” delivery took two weeks and with the turnaround time it would be four to six weeks before we received a reply. Compare that with a two-second email or instant message and you can see why I was easily enticed by the allure of electronic mail.

Instant messaging delivers a thought or a rant in less time than it takes to type it and sender’s remorse sets in…or not. My mother would be horrified by the ease in which people communicate today posting memes and status updates containing vulgar language and explosive sermons to voice their “truth”. I am as well, and I’m often dismayed as I become ambivalent about the value of the tool to communicate effectively. It seems we take for granted the click of a like button (and more recent additions of the sad, angry or wow emoticon) not so mindful of its full meaning but assuring ourselves that we’ve “connected”. Lightning speed brings instant contact but is it a real connection?

While I’m fortunate to have Facebook friends who are respectful and thoughtful in their postings on my page, others are not so fortunate. I cringe when I read inflammatory or judgmental comments and opinions from friends. Especially on pages designed for bereavement support. It doesn’t feel supportive, helpful or loving. There are no boundaries anymore. Seriously, some thoughts are better left on the keyboard.

Why aren’t we editing ourselves? Why aren’t we thinking twice about what we post and how the recipient might perceive it? Are we posting with integrity to inform and influence or posting a provocative meme to shame, demean or feel superior? Have we substituted emoticons, memes and gifs for meaningful interaction because we’re too busy or detached to be present to our own imagery and metaphors of loss and grief… joy and peace?

I don’t have the answer but writing about it gives me some perspective and keeps me from going down the rabbit hole. Perhaps, because I delve so deeply in my inner world of symbols and imagery, the digital world appears too superficial. So, I’m a middle-aged baby-boomer and I’ve adapted to using social media in the present bereavement landscape to stay connected using this digital blog. I use it for marketing my dream work business, presenting workshops and correspondence with clients. There’s no getting around it. One has to remain current if I want to reach you and make a difference.

Forgive me if I’m whining, I really do appreciate technology. However, I’d rather be face to face with you listening intently with an open heart or engaged in a healthy, passionate discussion. Emoticons, caps, exclamations and hashtags can never replace a tender look, a warm touch or sitting in silence and being present to a moment of grace. Those are the connections I yearn for these days. 

Copyright 2016 Carla F. Blowey/Dreaming Kevin


Posted on August 8, 2016 at 8:40 PM Comments comments (222)

For so long now, it's been just Kevin and me on the conference circuit. We know the routine and the need to be flexible - shifting and adjusting for what is most needed at the time, and always having a back up plan. There is also the added gift of a synchronicity or two reminding me that my work has purpose and meaning, and that I am never alone.

This year, my daughter, Amber joined me as a first-time presenter for the sibling program at the 2016 Compassionate Friends Conference in Scottsdale, Arizona. I couldn't have been more excited to have Amber with us and introduce her to my friends and colleagues.

Once we registered, we learned that Amber's workshop was not scheduled in a room with a projector, even though she had requested it. I should have known it wouldn't be so easy. After 15 years as a presenter for TCF, I thought I'd blazed a trail for Amber and hoped as "first-timer" she could present her workshop without a glitch. Needless to say, if it involves anything with computers, technology or scheduling at a TCF conference and it has my name on it, there will be a glitch! (I say that with humor and a wink to Alan)

My heart sank. I knew how important the visual piece would be to her presentation. Amber had written an insightful talk for the sibling workshop titled, A Year of Firsts, and paired it with a slideshow of photos from her childhood beginning at the age of eight-and-a half to illustrate her own year of "firsts" without Kevin. It was personal and interactive, and my experience told me it would make a tremendous impact on the sibling attendees.

Putting up a brave front, Amber's eyes brimmed with tears conveying her deep disappointment. All her enthusiasm and focus was obliterated by one glitch in the program. As a special education teacher working with students with autism, Amber has an innate skill-set of flexibility, compassion and calm that is admirable and inspiring. But this class was different - these were her people and she didn't want to let them down.

I immediately shifted into Fix-It Mom mode connecting her with the appropriate people. Adam, the tech man for the conference did the best he could with what he didn't have. I'd been down this road too many times and it didn't look good. It was time for a back-up plan.

While Amber was attending a workshop, I went back to the room to consider the options. It was evident there was only one - create three rows of half circles and set up my laptop with the larger screen for a more intimate viewing. It could work!

Later, Amber and I returned to the room where I enthusiastically laid out the plan! Amber wasn't buying it and broke down in tears. My heart went out to her. I remembered my first time and the immense pressure I felt to give my peers hope and something worthwhile to take home. I hugged her and said something about being flexible and open to what it could be.

Intuitively, I knew that something bigger was in play. It wouldn't matter how many times she rearranged the room or what size screen she used. Amber was being asked to let go and trust that she would be given everything she needed when she needed it most. In an act of faith, Amber would have to surrender all that she had planned to make space for grace to enter the room. There was nothing more I was supposed to do but be present to Amber and lift her up.

On cue, the first sibling bravely walked through the door, alone and expectant. "Grace" was nine-years-old, open and already seasoned in her grief.

Unassuming, Amber instinctively connected with her nine-year-old counterpart in grief. With great empathy, Amber created a space of trust and respect for Grace to be at ease. Reaching out, they met on common ground and began to fill the empty space between them with story-telling and imagery. They were a generation apart and yet "sisters' who shared an understanding beyond their years.

No longer needed, I slipped out unnoticed by the other siblings filing into the room. It was another "first" for me. I knew this time I couldn't back as planned to "check" on Amber as I had throughout our 25 year journey. Witnessing synchronicity in action was magical. It filled my heart with joy to know that my girl was not alone.

It's all about that back up plan. Plan B is about being present to the greater plan so that grace can move freely for transformative healing to occur.

The Kiss

Posted on June 30, 2016 at 7:40 PM Comments comments (147)

I couldn’t have been more excited for them. In the weeks prior, I told Kathy they would absolutely lose their minds over this precious gift! It would be unlike anything they had ever experienced. The due date was squeezed between a run of notable June birthdays and special events. I lifted them in prayer daily, waiting for the announcement to come by text or social media. Finally, the photo popped up first thing in the morning on my newsfeed and the pics started downloading on my phone.

It took my breath away and my heart soared knowing the indescribable joy of welcoming the next generation. Swaddled in a nursery blanket, his newborn face filled the screen. Michael, one of Kevin’s best buddies, married now, had become a father for the first time.

As the sands of time shifted to accommodate this milestone, I felt myself losing ground. This time, after so many years of “firsts”, it was not the tides of grief nor the sandy grit of envy that brought me to my knees. Swept under by a rogue wave of emotion, tears rushed to the shores of my cheeks in recognition of a knowing deep within my soul.

I am certain, that in a final send off and blessing, Kevin kissed the forehead of Sawyer James just moments before he dropped from heaven into the arms of his parents. 


Dreaming the Way to Healing Blog

Posted on June 5, 2016 at 6:35 PM Comments comments (252)

I've wanted to blog about dreaming for a long while and one thing or another (life!) has distracted me from creating this page and sticking with it. I want to do it but I don't want to do it every day! I'd rather write when the spirit moves me to do so - when its relevant and needed. Goodness, it's taken me this long just to come up with a title. I'm still feeling distracted and haven't written anything other than this rambling excuse!


That said, I really do love the title...Dreaming the Way to Healing. :) 

Until I get my thoughts together and form something intelligible, for a while I'll post some past musings from the Dream Light Connection newsletter.

TRANSFORMING OUR PAIN - Dream Light Connection Newsletter, Spring 2014

"I dreamed I was cleaning and sorting again. Ugh. I heard someone come in and looked up. It was my mom carrying Kevin (he was about two-years old). She handed him to me and I realized his clothes were soaking wet. I said, "Oh honey! We need to change your clothes!" I stripped him down and dried him off. As I was him close, I had a lucid thought that Kevin's appearance was about the book." January 26, 2014

As I recall the dream and write this, I can feel all my "motherly" emotions and love for my baby. That felt good in the dream, as it does now...the remembering.

If this was your dream, you might have stopped there, satisfied with reliving the memory of being a mother again. You might have internalized those warm feelings and gone on with your day.

I could have too, except for that ending about the lucid thought nudging me on to go deeper. It's a significant break in the flow of the dream urging me to become conscious and awakened to a higher thought. This is an important marker in the dream, indicating that I am willing to see something more.

I had the dream in January, the month of the 23rd anniversary of Kevin's death. My mother-in-law (and Kevin's grandmother) died a few weeks before the holidays. It was an emotionally charged time cleaning and sorting through her belongings. I found several of Grandma's personal notes tucked away in drawers and boxes expressing her unbearable sorrow about her beloved grandson. Grandma's unspoken grief of 23 years triggered memories and my own grief - reconciled long ago but animated once again.

As an experienced dream worker, I recognize Kevin's appearance in my dream as being symbolic of my past self - "soaking wet" from the tides of grief. Clearly, this is not a "dream visit". In "changing" Kevin's wet clothing (my drenched emotions), I realize my innate need and desire for healing yet another layer of this trauma. I mindfully changed my "grief clothing" and that point is a profound transition in the dream to a higher consciousness.

"I had a lucid thought that Kevin's appearance was about the book."

I see that the dream was affirming my choice to awaken and see more. The depth of my dream work these past two years enabled me to develop Dreaming Kevin's principal message from hope to transformative healing. I could not have accomplished that without wearing my grief clothes again, soaked in tears. In the process, there were moments I had to revisit and emotions I had to wear again. The dream shows me that the protective mother within me instinctively knew when to strip down, bare it all,  and dry off. I love the handing off between my mother and me - a symbolic transfer of the naked issue at hand.

I love the influence of dream work and its power to transform our pain. Are you willing to change your clothes?

Dreams & Blessings,


Copyright 2014 Carla Blowey All rights reserved