I was hiking up a long, steep cliff that was filled with people, and overlooking the ocean. I had no idea why, or what I was doing there, but it felt sort of interesting and had a recreational leisurely novelty to it, but in a mass grouping sort of way. Although the cliff definitely dropped off to the ocean, the places to hike were gently sloping and grassy, which is probably why it drew so many visitors.

After a while of hiking, a woman, mature, dirty blonde straggly hair, wearing a pink overthrow that looked like a bathrobe appeared next to me. She had the energy of a healer, but her appearance didn’t match at all. Of course my dream sensibility followed the energy and my conscious mind simply took notes.

I was so happy to be in the presence of a healer such as her that I wanted to cry. Yet she had work to do, and I was quickly swept up in that work.
“I am so happy to see you,” I said. “Yes, and I am here to show you where your father is buried,” she replied in a cryptic sort of way.

I was skeptical and incredulous. She was sniffing and circling around like a dog about to uncover a bone, and true to form, she started digging in a small rectangular plot that was no longer than the space between her arms. The earth moved like butter under her hands, melting and crumbling like it was dissolving more than being unearthed, and sure enough, a skeleton began to appear.

The greyish bones gave me comfort more than shock. I had talked to my real life father just a week or so ago, so if this saintly woman was referring to him, then this surely was not his remains. The skull was missing the crown and a chip over the left eye, and bone spurs as long as a thorn on a tree protruded out from the left shoulder and knee (I feel compelled to report the side as left to me, but I was standing opposite the skeleton). And the right calf and foot bones were not to be found as well, so the woman had to hold the man upright with the whole thing partially assembled like an old suit she had found in the trunk and was waving dustily in front of me.

The three inch long bone spurs made the skeleton look like it was once worn by a heavy set warrior of some kind. Seeing my response to this energy, the healer said, “Your father spent his life hunting and assassinating prophets.” The unspoken, “that is why he died here” trailed off like a shooting star of energy. I reeled in response to these words, “hunting prophets?”

Then the time, the scene but not the location, everything but the skeleton and the cliff side hill disappeared and I was transported back in time. I was an observer. The skeleton was animated with a living man, seemingly in his 70s, and wearing a grey suit and black tie. The night sky was filled with stars so bright that their light crowded out the blackness between them, then from one of the stars, a star brother appeared.

“Your work here is done, come with me.” The old man started to gravitate towards the star being, who looked like the cliche of an old man with a long beard and white robe, illuminated in light. The old mans clothing started to peel off of his body and drift off into the sky. “Hey! Stop that! My knickers are falling off!” He shouted.

“You don’t need knickers where you are going,” the star being bantered, and at that moment the energy field around the old man’s forehead amplified five-fold, and old man understood what the star being meant. “All you need where you are going is this,” and a copper head covering or helmet appeared. It was completely round with lots of beveled decorations and protrusions, with an opening only for the neck and face. Even the ears seemed like they would be covered by such a thing.

The old man’s body somehow unraveled starting with the feet and flew into space like space dust gravitating toward this sun-like star being. And I had the feeling that I had woken up.

My dream shifted. I was now in a screened porch-like room of a cabin in the woods and had woken up just before dawn. Everything was dark except for a faint light beyond the trees in the west (the sun rises in dream west?) I went to a closet in the corner of the room, and there was a box with an old man’s shiny leather shoes and a copper helmet just like the one in my vision.

“I knew it,” I thought, “I knew my father was not an assassin of prophets!” Here is the helmet the star brother gave him.

After this there was a lot of emphasis and information coming that seemed to focus on lineages of names, long strings of ramblings like, “The Allisters became the McLellans, and your father was a McLellan.”

This whole time I was really and still am really confused by the whole thing. Why does my dream keep referring to my father as this ancient being who is clearly passed on long ago and clearly had a long string of evolving names so much so that finding an ancestral connection in real life would probably be impossible??? What does hunting and assassinating prophets even mean? And what was the work that this old man had with this Star being that earned him such a ceremonious passing out of form in his presence? How did the old man come to meet the star brother to begin with? How does one “acquire” or “create” a copper helmet such as the one given by the star brother (I am keenly aware of my bias in that question, and somehow know that energetically the helmet “amplifier” thingy not only has already been given, it is already being used appropriately)?