Dreams About God

In the book entitled “Sleep, Life, the Future,” the author compiled several hundred dreams analyzed by E. Cayce, along with his opinions. There I found the description of a dream, I believe of Mr. Rothschild, whom God visited one night. For that occasion God assumed human form. He was dressed in an elegant coat. He had, among other things, a hat and, if I remember correctly, a richly decorated cane. The Baron showed God around his palace. They reached the bedroom, where there was an alcove with several hundred bottles of alcohol. He told God that he had gathered them for a rainy day. To which God said, “You must be expecting a great crisis.”

Cayce, analyzing the dream, indicated that this was an admonition about the Baron’s hidden drunkenness. When asked whether it really was God and why He was dressed that way, he answered that yes, it was. Because that was God’s will, and He dressed richly because He could afford it.

I admit that this information about God visiting someone in a dream shook me. I liked the fact that not only ancient Biblical figures could have such dreams, but also people contemporary to us. If he could have such a Guest, then I want one too. Cayce gave instructions on how this could be achieved. Because of my self-esteem at that time and through ignorance, however, I did not see myself as someone to whom God would come of His own accord, for example… to talk. The time that followed I can describe with the word “determination.” I was given the chance to know and fully understand its meaning.

For six years, twice every day, I asked God to come to me and to my home. To fill my life with Himself. Sometime in the summer of 2000 I dreamed of a divine answer. I am riding seated in a tram. The opposite seat is occupied by God, and light filled the whole space. He is wearing a white coat, completely crumpled. In His hands He is also crumpling a white hat. We talk for a moment. “I am already tired of this” — that is what I remembered. I keep finding the contexts of divine tiredness every few years in various contexts. I understood the difference between the clothing God wore at the Baron’s place and with me years later, when the abreaction of Buddhist incarnations and the Soul’s karma from Tibet came.

Edyta’s dream from 2015. In the place of a church (in the town where I grew up), the interior was as if of a “ship,” more like a vehicle. People enter the interior, a significant group stands outside, and they leave; there are about a dozen people at the front. There are no animals there.

I enter. At the beginning there are two gays, right by the entrance, arguing about which one has the better, trendier tie. One is black silk with patterns, as if of winding twigs with leaves. The other is embossed burgundy velvet. They direct this question to me, wanting me to decide which of them, of the gays, is better, more important. I tell them that they are both individualists. They like this answer… I pass them and see people of different races.

Two people enter, Asians; there is a woman, I am not sure about the other person, but probably a man. I hear a calling, I go toward the front.

God tells me to sit down. I remember this feeling, how immense joy and respect fill me… It is difficult to describe in words… peace, harmony, fullness of happiness…

I do not know where to sit, on which side, so I wait until He tells me. I am almost jumping like a child, unable to stop rejoicing. I sit down. God is a woman here, smiling all the time.

We sit sideways to the direction of travel, with our backs to the window, facing the people inside. It is as if the bow of the ship, glazed.

Next scene: God is steering. I see Him looking ahead; we are moving smoothly. This enormous colossus floats like a feather in a light wind.

Through the window I see life going on normally, like the view from the window of the tram I am now riding.

I feel sadness then, that no one wants to get inside, to travel with us; everyone “outside” walks lost in thought, no one sees the ship-vehicle.

We stop. School-age boys get on, about 7–10 years old. There are many of them, they talk loudly, they laugh. I remember the feeling — I am glad that someone is getting on.

We stop again, we get off. I am in a bakery, some house, walls like in old Greek houses, uneven, whitish, a narrow rectangular room. A wall with shelves, and on them, on the shelves, bread, sweet buns.

I see many drawings, on yellowed papers, or papyri, certainly old ones.

Conversation: about how I never saw the point of devoting time and work to such a “small,” poor effect. (?)

God is standing and looking at the baked goods (they are on a baking sheet, more like sweet yeast buns stuck together), which I break apart and greedily put into a cloth sack, as if I wanted to hide them. I feel impatience, but also greed for this bread, which I am unable to restrain… God says something about a nice marriage (about a young woman and a man).

We leave with this bread, walking over drawings that contain a great deal of information, something like Leonardo da Vinci’s drawings. There are very many of them; I know these drawings. We walk, but not toward the “ship.” There is light, on the shorter opposite wall from the door through which we entered. There are other doors — they open, and there is very bright, soft, white light. Everything dissolves in it… We are going, that is, we are supposed to go, at least that is what I think, for that “nice” marriage… but these are not the doors to the ship-vehicle… I wake up. After waking, I am very “sober,” my mind is clear, unusually clear, with peace and harmony I had not known before.

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• s_majda writes:
01/02/2016 at 14:43 (Edit)

Around 2005 I had a dream about Jesus. I was sitting on sand among a group of disciples. We were listening to lectures and teachings. Jesus had no beard; His hair was black, cut short. His face had a strongly defined jaw. At one point I asked, “Jesus, does reincarnation exist?”

He looked at me with sharp eyes, and from that look I understood that He would give me a competent answer.

He expressed His thought like this: “Now the proper time has come…” Here He paused, and thus my tension grew, connected with waiting for the truth expressed by Him. Later, analyzing this dream, I understood that knowledge about the incarnating Soul was sought not only by me, but also by its other personalities.

When my expectation had reached its maximum, He added: “…for all of us to go to dinner.”

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• Małgorzata Krata writes:
09/08/2017 at 09:14 (Edit)

I had a dream in which I was preparing a very large table for a visit from guests. Placing a chair at the head of the table, I said to myself with satisfaction: “And here God will sit…” Unfortunately, I no longer remember the rest of the dream or whether the invited guests came…

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• s_majda writes:
25/08/2017 at 16:17 (Edit)

I am in some house on about the second floor, with some people; it is a family of children of different ages, from teenagers to small 2- or 3-year-olds, and one infant carried in arms.

It turns out that I had been traveling somewhere with them and now we are in the house eating a meal. Everyone is helping themselves to food from one large bowl. The family is very warm, friendly, they behave as if they know me. On one of the walls, I think it is a kitchen, there are shelves with various objects, equipment, tools arranged on them. We talk, I say that I will check something, show something… I begin to say something, maybe even some spells; on the shelves the objects arrange themselves into spatial patterns, on many small tablets texts and signs “write themselves” in chalk, different portals form, a “conversation” begins, lasts for a moment, and the text appears: “…and Edyta wants god to do everything for her and guide her, while he is unconscious, drunk, cannot do anything, and she is stubborn.” So I immediately say: “The Creator is not unconscious, something has become confused in you, perhaps you are unconscious, we are not talking about the same God.” Immediately, consciously in the dream, I begin a prayer to the Creator, also asking for protection for this whole family whose home I am in. I approach the window; in a very large field, space, there stands an old car, an American Dodge Charger like from the film Bullitt with Steve McQueen. Inside it, in the dark interior, 3 people are visible; I know one of them. I feel nervousness and fear, but fear does not rule me, I rather perceive it as a threat. We look at each other, into each other’s eyes, and suddenly I am in some beam of cold-whitish-netlike light. I feel that I am falling asleep, drifting away, I begin to stiffen. I realize what is happening, turn my gaze away, and take a step back into the house. Everything disappears, I am sober again. These figures are now in shadow, everything dirty, with rust, as if about to fall apart. They still look at me, I calmly look at them, the car moves away, dissolves as if into a dark fog. I look at the shelves, where a moment ago there were patterns and messages; now there are only sweaters and books arranged there… the door opens and the rest of the family enters. They are joyful, smiling, it is warm and bright. From a received letter.

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• s_majda writes:
21/10/2017 at 17:55 (Edit)

Someone said in my dream that if one could see God, He would probably have a mad gaze and a bloody face. Then I saw an older man, as if a judge, with blood on his beard. Later the face changed. Then I saw a large room with various men, and for example one says: today God is blue-eyed, another says: and now green-eyed, because they themselves had such eyes. One of the men from the Far East pushed another aside and took his place on the chair, arguing that some people follow Islam, there is demand. So he too can represent God. Suddenly in this crowd I hear: “So who will replace me today Link?” Various people began to volunteer. The figure laughed; I could not see the face, only the top of the head, and I woke up drenched in sweat. Ewelina.

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• Roksana writes:
28/12/2017 at 11:22 (Edit)

I dreamed that on the grounds of my former school there were very many people and someone said there was some threat — some monster was going to appear, and I was appointed commander of the defense. I was choosing weapons, selecting people for the defense, and interestingly, I was very small and they were very big; there were very many boys. At one point I decided to kneel before God and ask Him for help. Everyone else knelt too and we cried, “God, help us.” Interestingly, instead of people they were small trains. I am not sure whether it was God’s train, but I heard: “Oh, the witch bowed down.” And the threat, that is the monster, was another train, and it had scales like a shark and passed next to us. I am not sure of this, but it also seems to me that God was pleased that I bowed to Him. I woke up lying in a bow; my head hurt very much, but I was happy.

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• Małgorzata Krata writes:
13/04/2018 at 21:49 (Edit)

Today I had a dream that God was sitting high above the Earth on something like a platform or bench suspended in the heavens, and He was sitting there, cheerfully swinging His legs and observing — I had the impression, in the sense of watching over His work. In this dream of mine God was young, content, and had joy and innocence in Him.

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• s_majda writes:
07/01/2019 at 20:55 (Edit)

I asked God the question: “What should I pray for, for the good of my Soul, in order to help it?” I dreamed that I was talking with the mother of a child who subscribed to some newspaper or magazine for that child. I do not know whether she was also my mother at the same time? Suddenly, in the street, I noticed a little girl walking in her father’s shoes, dusty blue shoes that were too large, being led by the hand by that very mother. The girl was fooling around. I said to that mother that it was actually strange that a mother has to fulfill such silly whims of her own child. And in broad daylight, such a situation in the middle of the street. The mother only nodded with a smile on her face. From that woman one could feel unconditional love toward the girl, regardless of her seemingly foolish whims.”

Grzegorz

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• Małgorzata Krata writes:
06/03/2019 at 20:08 (Edit)

I dreamed that I had a globe — but an unusual one. It showed me all the information I wanted about various regions of the Earth. On this globe I could see, for example, the scope and range of influence of every religion and sect. The globe also gave me information about what people in a given region think about God, how they treat Him, what deities are there and what their area of influence is. What they think about Souls and enlightenment, about other people, what kind of culture they have and where. I had the impression that this globe was a very wise artifact and itself knew a great deal of valuable, useful information. It was as if it gave me, in a nutshell, what I needed at a given moment. I held it in my hands and knew that I was its owner. In the dream it also spoke about one of the religions as the least idolatrous of all existing ones. At the same time, all the countries covered by that faith lit up in color. Regarding this religion, my globe also provided information about the negative sides of that faith and what problems and mistakes are made on the path to God.

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• s_majda writes:
19/04/2021 at 08:20 (Edit)

I dreamed that I saw God. On some platform, He was moving together with a secretary at one desk. Like on a production line. The assistant writes down God’s suggestions. I am standing behind God’s back, facing the assistant. God turns around and says something to me, and I saw His face. From a received letter.

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• Małgorzata Krata writes:
27/11/2022 at 13:49 (Edit)

I dreamed that accidentally and unknowingly I entered a strange place, like a secret facility, an enormous school, a unit where there were people of different ages — with countless passages, corridors, hatches, and so on. There was no way out of there; I could not find it. It turned out that once someone got there, they later had problems orienting themselves in the area, because the managers changed the landmarks so one could not figure things out. For example, doors that had been metal after 2 hours, according to programming, changed into glass, or something that had been on the right side was moved to the left, and so on. In this way, a person who ended up there was unable to orient themselves. I was such a person too. I approached a random man with a beard and asked how to get back from there, and he began to laugh, saying that I would not get out of there on my own and that the only option was to get to the bus that leaves at midnight after the disco.

Then I remembered that I had a phone, so I took it out to call home, and here in the dream there is a fixed point that repeats over and over, namely that unfortunately there is no signal on the phone, no network connection — something was spinning, processing, but it would not connect… 😐 This last fact is a constant element of my dreams. I still have no contact with the base.

Opublikowano: 06/06/2026
Autor: Sławomir Majda
Kateogrie: God

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