Thursday, October 18, 2012

Behind the Veil: Night Shift Dreams by Meredith Smith

Dreamworkers: Behind the Veil of Night Shift Dreams takes the reader on a journey through the dream realms far beyond the visible. As the reader journeys through these dreams, they awaken to the world of the dreamer working the Night Shift. Dreamworkers is a collection of dreams from people all over the world. We traverse astral realms as we provide guidance and healing to the departed.

Dreamworkers is meant to assist others in exploring the realm of their dreams, to bring the invisible into the visible, and to shed light on those of us who are always in service within our dream state. ¬ rough this collection of dreams and research, the author works toward a lofty goal: to reach out to those of us whose existence lies on the thin boundary between waking and dreaming.

About the Author:

Thanks to over 35 years of personal experience and exploration in the dreaming realm, Meredith Smith naturally receives messages from the dream realms to help guide others through their own personal healing process. She has studied and trained in dream Interpretation, archetypes & symbolism, past life regression & hypnosis, Shamanic energy work, and Usui Reiki via workshops, classes, and trainings.

Meredith Smith is an intuitive reader of dreams, images, spirits, and energy--- with her specialized training entwined with her own natural gifts -- she believes that dreams are pieces to one’s own personal soul’s journey (past, present, & future), Meredith Smith guides each dreamer through the process of putting together the symbolic pieces of their amazing magical travels through the astral realms. She is a dream translator, a dream intuitive, a dream traveler, a spirit rescuer, an empath, and a energy healer; Meredith speaks in dreams.

Author Interview:

1. Describe what it’s like to be an author in three words.

Dreamy, rosy, soulful

2. What is your favorite genre of literature?

I have never really thought about it, I am usually drawn to fiction books depending on my mood. I am pretty random about the fiction I read, historical fiction, mythology I guess are my favorite. However lately I am reading a lot of non-fiction books (dreams, ET’s, spirits, healing) related to my research for the current book I am writing.

3. At what point in your life did you realize you wanted to be a writer?

I think sometime in high school. I began to write short stories. I fantasied about traveling the world and writing. I kept getting pulled back into my night time dreams and I knew they were speaking to me.

4. What would you consider to be the best book you have ever read?

Ooooh this is a hard one as I have a few on my list. Let’s see… I love The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck (I still remember the way I felt while reading the this book); The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand; Winged Pharaoh by Joan Grant. May I add that I love a couple of graphic novels…. one is the Sandman series by Neil Gaiman… and the other is the xxxHolic series by Clamp

5. Why do you write for children instead of adults or vice versa?

I write about aspects of our nightly dreams. I believe this could be for young adults or adults – those who dream vividly and wildly… those who communicate in their dreams with all different types of dream characters, living, deceased, and unearthly beings. 

6. Who would play you in a film of your life?

Probably someone unknown that has a personality more on the side of looking at life as a series of dreams.

7. What are the most important attributes to remaining sane as a writer?

Sane? Ha! Is that possible? Is anyone truly sane? Let’s see…. To take time to relax and to do the other things you enjoy doing. Not to get wrapped up in wondering if you are doing this writing “thing” right. Lay off the social media. And write about what you know or what interests you most – tap into what your intuition is saying to you.

8. Do you admire your own work?

Sure. Of course. I want to value what I write about.

9. Who else’s work do you admire?

Off the top of my head, within the realm of dreams (since that is what I write about)… I would say I admire… Robert Moss, Gillian Holloway, Ryan Hurd, and Kelly Bulkeley

10. What do you think is the sole purpose of books?

I don’t believe there is one sole purpose, each book offers something different. To share and explore fantasies and other perspectives. To entertain, to teach, to commune with others, to enjoy curling up on a couch, to dream.  

11. How would you convince a young person to pursue writing?

If you have something to say, or you desire to write, just write. Flow with what comes out of you. You will have good days and bad days, don’t get discourage.  What you may perceive as impossible is actually filled with possibilities.  


I appear, not knowing how I arrived at this familiar place, but I understand why I am here. As I stand waiting for what is to happen next, I am drawn to the window on the second floor of the dark building across the street. As if I am waiting for a signal, I am mesmerized by the glare on this window. I strain to see if there is someone or something watching me from the window, but fail to recognize any type of silhouette.    

Many nights, I find myself wandering down cobblestone streets of old European towns. The smaller towns are rich in history and filled with a solitude and familiarity for my soul. Sometimes I find myself engaging in conversation with several souls who recognize me from an earlier era that I had long forgotten about. There is one particular town, a place that feels like somewhere in Europe, where a cobblestone street corner exists as a portal to the afterlife. I have never travelled to this area in waking life, yet it is a destination my soul visits frequently. It is customary for me to help people cross over at this exact spot. Across the street from where I always stand is an old brick building with a store front. I sense that there are apartments on the two upper floors. The windows on the building feel hollow, empty, and dark, except for one on the upper floor, in a far corner. This particular window seems to be watching me; or rather, maybe it is someone who is watching me. I always glance up to acknowledge the energy lurking around this window, letting it know I am aware that they are there.

When I arrive at this spot, it is never in daylight. There is always a pitch black night sky with just one street lamp to the right of me that is lit up on the other side of the street. I always arrive at the corner of the cobblestone street at the exact moment I am needed—never early, never delayed. The instant I arrive, the first of a long line of the dead appear. There is no time for me to waste, to ask questions, or to hesitate; this is my task, my purpose. I promptly greet the energies of each soul and take their translucent left hand and together, swiftly, we cross the street to the other side. As we walk across the street, the atmosphere shifts, the vibration rises, and a stripping of the old takes place; what once was is now being cleansed.

Within the first seconds that we arrive on the other side of the cobblestone street, the soul always turns to me and says telepathically, “Thank You.” Instantly, the energy field around us fills with love and compassion—simple loving emotions most of the time forgotten in the physical form. I nod my head in gratitude. They move forward, drifting, transcending into what I am only capable of seeing as an unlit dark cobblestone alley.

To each of these souls, what they see, experience, and feel is something that is not contained within human words to describe; there is no translation, only radiant light. I watch as the shift of their frequency vibrates higher, and I sense these are images that are created to align with their spiritual beliefs. I sense the luminous light beckons them to dive in, to wash away what was in hopes of what is, and to create what will be.

Sometimes, I encounter a soul who will plead for me not to let go of their hand, or will request my companionship to walk with them further down the alley. With a gentle gesture of touch, I gracefully inform them that I am not allowed to cross the boundary line into the alley; I remind them that I must remain on this side.

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