I keep having a reoccuring dream that has woken me up several times ar 4am for the last month and once again, I am awake. The dream begins with me as a young Japanese girl with pink tails and I am about 7 or 8 years of age. (btw-In real waking life I am not Japanese although I am a lover of all things sushi ;) In my dream I am sitting in a very large executive style board room next to a Japanese man with a very stern face, dressed in a really nice suit and he has a very powerful presence about him. Apparently, he is my father and I am at his place of business for the day which also happens to be his company. Maybe it is a "take your child to work day" kind of thing, I'm not really sure. He places his hand on my arm to remind me to behave just as two American gentlemen- also in suits enter the room carrying brief cases. Greetings take place and everyone sits down at the table for a meeting.  

The Americans gentlemen begin talking, one of them pops open his brief case and places a plastic container in front of me and opens it.  The container is filled with colorful American themed pencils, erasers, stickers, temporary tattoos and memorabilla- very similar to what you find in a 'Hello Kitty' box for children. Wide eyed and curious I first pick up the American Flag eraser- then my father takes it away from me.  As the Americans are offering some sort of business proposal to my father...  I pick up the colorful pencil in the box - again my father takes it away from me with a slite smirk on his face. He taps me on my arm as another gesture to behave. As I look up at him with doe eyes, my right hand reaches for the temporary tattoos. My father puts his hand out as to say through parental body language- give it to me. Like all well behaved children I smile wide but mischeviously, turn my head, lick the back of the tatoo paper, stick it on my hand and quickly cover it with my other hand. My father cannot help but laugh. 

The next part of my dream is my father is working in his office which over looks a park- it is gorgeous outside. And I stand at the window because I want to go outside and play. I go over to my father and ask him to take a walk with me in the park as I point out the window. With his head in a stack of papers, he is too preoccupied with business to spare any free time. He tells me that we will go to the park, "later." I am feeling quite sad about it, so I grab some crayola colors and my teddy bear and find a spot to color close to the window.

The last part of my dream is at our home- and what an extravagent home it is. The house reminds me of the fairy tale settings of Disney's animated version of Beauty and the Beast, very ornate with large wood trimmings, lots of gold decor and beautiful paintings adorning the walls. A portrait of my mother is in the foyer, although I am left with the impression she died many years before and that it was just my father and I living in the large home.    A doctor is coming out of my bedroom carrying a small black leather bag with a stethascope and he is walking towards my father shaking his head- the news, which I cannot hear, must be bad because my father immediately covers his face with his hand and begins to cry. The doctor places his right hand on my fathers shoulder to comfort him and my father sniffles, takes a deep breath, wipes away his tears and begins to walk towards my room.  Once inside, he pulls up a chair next to my bed and upon seeing me laying there with my eyes closed and sweat running across my forehead- he breaks down, puts his hands to his face and begins to sob like a parent about to lose his child. His soul cries wake me and although I am groggy and burning hot with fever, I reach my hand out, touch his hand and say "I love you."  He begins sobbing more, apologizing to me for being a workaholic, for not finding the time, mumbling, crying more and saying he loves me too. He lifts his head from his hands to look at me and as I stare deeply into his eyes he morphs into another person....Madonna.    My hand falls from his and my young life slips away. The End.

I find it interesting that as we evolve on a soul level, how our subconscious begins a process of release through our dreams.