Dreaming of the Akashic Library

Here’s a fun private message I got this morning. It’s from someone I don’t know — was sent so that I could not respond to the email, so I have no way of saying “Okay, that’s odd” or “How weird is that?”

So I did not get a chance to ask “do you mind if I share this email?”

However, it’s anonymous, so I’m going to assume it’s okay.

“Dear Richard,

I am writing this while my dream is still fresh in my memory.

You were in my dream last night. And we were in the library! In my dream, I was writing a letter to you and on the envelope, I wrote your first name but the last name came out as “Mommelovemylife” then it was sparkling when I finished writing it. I said how could this be, I was spelling your name as I wrote it. The lady (with long and black curly hair, don’t know her, never seen her in this life) sitting next to me said “ask Richard” You were right there in the library sitting on the next bench with long table. But I didn’t get to talk to you because someone called you and then I woke up.

Oh and I also remember etching your name on the table.

Thank you for your time

P.S. Almost finished reading the Flipside book.”

I’m fond of saying “If I had a nickel for every person who has said they “saw me in their dream” I’d have.. a few nickels. But more than once. I have no conscious awareness of this event — but as I’ve been reporting ad nauseum on this page, we…