From
Journal Entry December 17, 2010
This is the
morning I had a dream about my twin flame… not knowing I would physically see
him later that day for the last time. I didn’t know it then. I only know it
now. And when I look back, the dream feels like something quiet, something
gentle… almost like an emotional goodbye before I even knew I was saying one.
In the dream,
we were alone together in an elevator. I remember telling him it gave me
anxiety. I held onto his arm, and immediately I felt better. Then he carried me
in his arms. I remember feeling completely relaxed, safe, and calm. I didn’t
want to leave his arms. I reached up and touched a strand of his hair under his
hat… such a small, intimate moment. There was so much I wanted to say to him,
but all I said was, “This was nice.” That’s all. Just those words. But inside,
there was so much more.
Then the
scene changed. We were in an empty building that was still under construction.
He was showing me around, walking me through it. I remember wanting to steal a
kiss from him, but I didn’t. I held back. And then the dream ended.
Later that
same day, I saw him in real life and it was the last time I would ever see him.
Looking back,
every part of this dream feels symbolic of something unfinished, something
deeply felt but never fully expressed. The elevator felt like emotional
movement… something intense, something rising, something that made me nervous.
Holding onto his arm felt like grounding myself in him. Being carried in his
arms felt like trust, surrender, comfort. It felt like being safe in the
connection without needing words.
Touching his
hair was quiet intimacy. Not dramatic, not loud… just gentle closeness. And the
fact that I had so much to say, yet only said “This was nice,” feels like the
entire connection in one moment. So much emotion… but so few words spoken.
Then the
building under construction. That part stands out the most. It felt like
something that was being built, but never finished. A space with potential, but
not complete. He was showing me around inside something that wasn’t fully
formed yet… like a future that never had the chance to become real.
And then
wanting to kiss him, but not doing it. Holding back. Feeling the desire, but
leaving it unexpressed. That’s how the dream ended… with closeness, but no
final act. Connection, but unfinished.
When I
realized later that I saw him for the last time that day, the dream took on a
completely different meaning. It felt like a quiet goodbye. Not dramatic. Not
painful. Just gentle. Peaceful. Close… but incomplete. It felt like one last
moment of comfort. One last moment of being held. One last walk through
something that could have been. And one last feeling of wanting more, but
letting it remain unsaid.
Everything
about the dream was calm. There was no urgency. No fear. Just closeness,
warmth, and an unfinished ending. And maybe that’s what it was… a soft
emotional closure before the physical separation happened. A moment where
nothing had to be forced. Nothing had to be explained. Just being there
together, quietly.
Even now, it
still feels gentle. Not tragic. Not dramatic. Just unfinished… and peaceful at
the same time. And his last words to me that last time I saw him have stuck
with me, “Michelle I know you feel things very deeply.”
There is hope that one day he will break his silence.
All my Love and Light,
Madison Meadows
P.S. There is a part 2 to this dream. I had a dream right after this one that I feel pertains to the woman I would become because of this divine connection.