by Roger A. “Pete” Peterson
Jordan was born at Kaiser Permanente Medical Center in Santa Rosa, California, Wednesday, November 21, 1990, at 5:25 PM. Because it was hard for me to get time off from work, only my wife, Sandra, took Lamaze classes with Crystal and Mike, my daughter’s husband. They were the only family members present when Crystal gave birth to her baby.
Tuesday, October 2, 1990, almost seven weeks before the baby was born, I recorded my first dream. It was one of several I remembered and recorded that night.
Dream # 1, October 2, 1990:
In the dream, Sandra and I are playing with a small boy (our unborn grandson?) in someone’s fenced-in back yard. Mike’s parents are there at first so I assume it’s their back yard. Soon they disappear and Sandra and I are left alone with the young boy we assume is our grandson. After we play on the lawn awhile, we see another building in the back yard. It looks like a large playroom. Inside there’s a large trampoline and some other play equipment. I remember jumping on this same trampoline about a year earlier in another dream. In that dream, it collapsed on me.
A man, inside the playroom, is examining the trampoline. He tells me he sold it to the owner and he’s back to figure out why it collapsed on me a year earlier (What took him so long?). I still don’t know for sure who owns the trampoline, or whether or not we’re at Mike’s parent’s house. The building we’re in is separate from their home and doesn’t exist in my waking reality at this time. The salesman determines that the trampoline was set up wrong and shows me how to set it up properly so it won’t collapse again.
Saturday, October 6, 1990, four days later, Crystal and Mike stopped by for a visit and stayed for lunch. While we ate, I shared my dream with them, including the fact that the baby in the dream was a boy. Crystal responded with, “That’s nice, dad, but Mike and I know it’s a girl.” “How do you know that”, I asked. “Did you have a sonogram or amniocentesis?” She said “I had a sonogram and nothing (meaning a penis) showed up that suggested it was a boy.” Although a sonogram, or echo location, can show the sex of a baby if it’s in the right position, its primary purpose is to show the size, condition, and position of the fetus, and the placenta, within the uterus. According to Crystal, even the technician who conducted the exam believed she was going to have a girl, although she did add; “But I wouldn’t paint the room just yet.” As a result of the sonogram, Crystal was convinced she was going to have a daughter. Mike believed this too, so I decided not to push the issue and finished with, “Well, that’s what I dreamed, honey. I just wanted to share it with you.”
Crystal said she and Mike had already chosen names for both a boy and girl. When I asked what the names were, she said, “Carissa for a girl and Jordan for a boy.” Now (2012) she says she’s glad she had a boy, “Carissa” is a great name for a two year old but not a grown woman.
October 17, 1990, almost two weeks after my first dream about Jordan, I had a second one.
Dream # 2, October 17, 1990:
The small, cluttered apartment looks unfamiliar. In the middle of the room there is an overstuffed couch and matching chair. A small kitchenette is visible beyond the living room to the right. A sewing machine table stands at the end of the couch and beyond that is a small kitchen table with three chairs around it. The back side of the table is pushed against a wall extension that forms an alcove, surrounded by three windows. A folded ironing board is standing against the wall on the left side of the kitchen table. Except for the area around the couch, stacks of boxes with clothing and other items on top of them are scattered around the living room. Distinct pathways run between the clutter. A very pregnant Crystal is standing in front of the couch with her dress pulled up to her groin. Spreading her legs apart, she looks down over her swollen stomach with a look of pain and growing alarm.
Behind the couch, Sandra is arguing with Crystal’s doctor. She tells him: “Crystal is about to have her baby.” He argues back, “She is not, her cervix is only dilated two centimeters!” Angrily, Sandra says, “I don’t care how much her cervix is dilated, she’s going to have her baby right now!” Like Sandra, I believed Crystal and stood in front of her, ready to do whatever was necessary, even though years earlier, during the early 60s in waking reality, I was a Medic in the Air Force. Having worked in Obstetrics (OB) for over a year, I remembered that two centimeters of cervical dilation is normally considered to be an early stage of labor. However, in a dream reality, the rules are different. Even though it felt really uncomfortable, I put my left hand between my daughter’s splayed legs to prevent any chance of the baby falling out and hitting the floor.
As soon my hand was in place, Jordan’s hands and arms emerged from Crystal’s vagina. As he firmly grasped my wrist, I reached my other hand down and watched in surprise as he aggressively pulled himself out of Crystal’s womb and into my hands. When we told the doctor Crystal had her baby, he refused to believe us and emphasized the fact by turning even further away from us while he just kept telling Sandra: “It’s too soon for Crystal to have her baby”. In total denial he wasn’t going to believe anything we said.
Holding the baby in my arms, I looked around for clamps to tie off the umbilical cord and a pair of scissors to cut it with. As I conducted my search, the cord dried up and separated by itself. Pale and exhausted, Crystal collapsed back onto the couch in relief. She lay with her back flat on the seat with her head propped up against the back. Concerned she might continue bleeding if her placenta wasn’t removed, I switched the baby to my left arm, and with my right hand, delivered Crystal’s placenta. Unable to find an appropriate container for it, I lay it on her now concave stomach. She’ was too tired to object. My next priority was to find something to wrap the baby in.
Wandering through the clutter of boxes and furniture, I found the first potential baby wrap. It was my green terry cloth bathrobe. Looking from my bathrobe to the baby and seeing the still-moist blood and vernix (a waxy protective substance all babies are born with), I decide to reject it as a wrap. The thought of rapping my bathrobe around him while he still had blood and vernix on his skin made me shudder, even if he was my grandchild. The next possible wrap I encountered was an old woolen army blanket. I reject it as being too rough for Jordan’s skin. Finally, I spot the white cotton/polyester blanket that used to belong to Crystal when she was a baby. It holds one of my fondest memories of her. When she was small, she used to pick fuzzies off this blanket. Clamping the fuzzy between her right index and middle finger, she would take turns sniffing it into her nostril and rubbing it against her nose while sucking her thumb. As she sniffed her fuzzy and sucked her thumb, her eyes would contain a thoughtful, faraway look that made me wonder where she was. Recalling the blanket’s history, I decide it’s the perfect wrap for her baby.
While much of my attention was occupied with finding something to wrap the baby in, I couldn’t help but notice that, as we moved about the room, that Jordan seemed to be very alert and curious. He reached out to touch almost everything we passed. When I walked by the ironing board, for example, he reached out and dragged his hand across the surface. What he couldn’t touch he studied with interest from a distance. He seemed eager to know and understand everything.
Between the hubbub of the delivery and the argument going on between Sandra and the doctor behind the couch, I suddenly realized I hadn’t checked the baby’s sex. All the while I assumed it was a boy but didn’t take the time to look. Holding the baby up now, I took a good look and, sure enough, it was Jordan!
Wrapping him in the blanket and holding him against my chest, I returned to Crystal to check her condition. She was recovering nicely and looked relaxed, considering the circumstances. Behind the couch, Sandra was consoling the doctor. He was upset because he had been so busy denying that Crystal was having her baby, he missed being there when she most needed him. With Jordan still in my arms, I woke up in this reality to record my dream.
A few days after my second dream, I told Crystal about it just to have it on record and to tease her a little bit since she often discounted my metaphysical view of reality. Again, she passed my dream off as meaningless and affirmed her belief that she was going to have a girl. I told her “it doesn’t matter to me, I just want you to know what I dreamed.”
Jordan is Born Wednesday, November 21, 1990!
During the last three month’s of Crystal’s pregnancy, I worked Monday through Friday from noon to eight p.m., which made it impossible for me to attend evening Lamaze classes with her, Sandra, and Mike. When Mike called Wednesday morning, on the 21st, to tell us that Crystal had gone into labor and to meet him at the hospital, I was about to leave for work. Strict work rules made it impossible for me to get off work with such short notice so only Sandra and Mike were able to go with Crystal to the hospital. If I wanted to help out, I would just have to do it from a distance. Crystal and Mike arrived at Kaiser at 10:30 a.m., and on admission, her uterus was dilated to 4 centimeters.
Fortunately, my bus route took me past Kaiser Hospital several times during the day. When I drove by the hospital for the first time, early in the afternoon, I was excited and felt like I was actually participating in the baby’s birth. As the afternoon wore on, I began to feel concern for Crystal and the baby’s safety. It went well beyond the jitters of a nervous grandfather-to-be. In response, I began to project thoughts of reassurance and calm at Crystal and the baby. For several hours, I kept affirming, as if I was in the room with her, that everything was going to be okay.
Late in the afternoon, concern for Crystal and the baby settled down and on my run back into Santa Rosa from the Guerneville-Russian River area, I became excited again. A friendly, middle-aged woman from Guerneville sat across the aisle from me on the way back to Santa Rosa and we talked about many things, including spiritual experiences. As we approached Santa Rosa, our conversation focused on Crystal and her pregnancy. I told her about my dreams and how they differed from the sonogram and Crystal’s beliefs concerning the sex of the baby. It’s a strange story that brings up many questions. It was a divine mystery and we would know the answers soon enough. We approached the hospital at 5:25 p.m., my scheduled arrival time. I pointed my finger up at the top floor in the middle of the new medical wing and blurted out, “My daughter’s up there having her baby!”
As the words came out, my rational self thought, “Why did you say that? There’s no way you can know she’s delivering her baby right now and what room she’s in. Besides, first pregnancy labor can last several days.” I Chose to ignore these rude challenges to my intuitive reaction, and continued talking to my new friend about Crystal. We were both intrigued by the contradiction that existed between the information received in my dreams, and the results of the sonogram. Was it a boy or a girl?
About fifteen minutes after passing Kaiser Hospital, we arrived at the downtown Transit Mall. As I turned the corner into the Mall, I received a radio transmission from the Dispatch Office at the bus company. I was told to: “Call your wife at Kaiser Hospital as soon as possible, she has good news for you!” After bringing the bus to a stop, I said goodbye to the woman and called my wife.
When Sandra answered the phone, she told me Crystal had given birth to a baby boy at 5:25 p.m., the exact moment I was pointing my finger up at the third floor of the hospital and spontaneously blurted out, “My daughter’s up there having her baby!” After work, I drove home, changed, and drove to the hospital. When I arrived at Crystal’s room, the one she gave birth to Jordan in*, I was shocked. It was the same room I had pointed to earlier.
* Unlike many hospitals, every patient room in the Obstetrics Department at Kaiser Hospital in Santa Rosa is set up for in-room delivery and patient recovery. When I worked in OB in the service, every baby was born in a special delivery room so that’s what I was expecting.
Wow, how do you explain an experience like this? And this isn’t the end of the story!
During labor Sandra and Mike told me Crystal had experienced complications. For one thing, her regular doctor wasn’t there. He scheduled time off for Thanksgiving, which was the following day. During labor, Crystal started retaining fluids and her blood pressure shot up to 151/96. As a result, she developed edema or swelling in her extremities. Afraid of toxemia, a condition that occurs in 5-10% of all pregnancies, the attending physician broke her amniotic sack at 12:30 p.m. and started her on an IV containing Pitocin, a synthetic form of oxytocin, the hormone that controls uterine contractions. Pitocin is used to speed up contractions and shorten labor. If left untreated, toxemia can result in seizures or worse. The only cure for toxemia is delivery of the baby. Until the baby’s delivery at 5:25 p.m. there was great concern about Crystal’s fluctuating blood pressure and swelling in her extremities. Somehow, I picked up on these concerns and started sending Crystal healing energy.
Here’s another interesting thing. During the delivery the attending physician, a woman, told Crystal she had a baby girl. Her husband, Mike, who evidently had a better view, corrected her and said “No, it’s a boy!” Surprised, the doctor took another look and corrected herself with “Oops, you’re right, it is a boy!” When I asked Crystal what she was thinking about while Mike and the doctor were reaching agreement on the sex of the baby, she said, “At the time, the only thought on my mind was, I don’t care what sex the baby is. Stop talking and get the placenta out of me!’”
Crystal’s only complaint after the delivery was having to smell fish-breath all afternoon. In a hurry, Sandra had thrown together the best and quickest meal she could think of for her and Mike, tuna fish sandwiches. Sandra was too excited to think about potential breath problems. Of course, if Crystal gets pregnant again, I suspect tuna fish sandwiches for her helpers will be off the menu.
Parallels Between My Dreams and Reality
There are several interesting parallels between Dream #1 and waking reality. Several years after Jordan was born Mike’s parents bought a trampoline just like the one in my dreams. When I saw it in their back yard I knew their house and back yard was the one I saw in my dream. Their back yard is fenced in and has a play area, although the trampoline sits out in the open and there’s no playroom outside the house.
Did the playroom in my dream served to isolate our experience within the dream? When we entered the building, we were pleased to find a trampoline and surprised to find strange man in the building. He said he was checking the trampoline to see why it collapsed on me a year earlier. When he said that, I remembered the “collapsing trampoline dream” I had about a year earlier. My first thoughts were, “What took so long? Did that dream have something to do with Jordan too, that long before Crystal got pregnant?” Was this my inner self reminding me to pay more attention to my dreams and the nature of consciousness? I didn’t know.
Dream #2 has even more parallels with waking reality. The cluttered apartment reflected Crystal’s housekeeping style at the time and it may also have reflected the clutter of additional people and equipment in the hospital, needed as a result of her troubled labor. While she was in labor, she told me there were many hospital personnel in and out of her room every few minutes to monitor her condition. A hospital shift change also occurred while she was in labor, which further added to the atmosphere of clutter and confusion.
It was also interesting to learn that Crystal’s doctor wasn’t there for her when she needed him; he had scheduled time off for the Thanksgiving Holiday. In the dream he wasn’t there for her either. He was standing behind the couch arguing with Sandra while Crystal delivered her baby into my hands. Like reality, her labor in my dream progressed much faster than expected, although it was due to complications and the administration of Pitocin to speed up delivery.
My presence during the delivery in the dream is interesting too. In reality, I was driving a bus but, in spiritual terms, I was with Crystal the whole time. Trusting my intuitive concern for hers and the baby’s safety, I sent her loving and calming energy to help with the delivery. I was as much with her while driving my bus as I would have been standing by her bed, maybe even more so because I didn’t have the distraction and worry I might have had if I could see her in person.
My two dreams of Jordan are another indication of my active participation in his birth. Crystal was upset with me for not taking Lamaze classes with her, Sandra and Mike but it would have meant missing many days of work and not knowing whether or not I could get off when she finally went into labor. It’s not an easy matter for a bus company to find replacements for drivers on short notice.
Jordan’s Out of Body Experience
About three months after Jordan was born I had another strange experience. I was just drifting off to sleep one night when I heard something scramble up the outside wall of the house and enter through my closed bedroom window. Landing with a thump on the floor, it climbed up the side of my chest bed and crawled into bed with me, and nestled against my bare stomach. Alarmed by the strange sounds of this intrusion, my first thought was, is this a large spider and is it going to bite me? Before I tried to back away, I telepathically yelled, “What the hell are you?” With a sudden spark of recognition, I asked, “Is this you, Jordan?”
Still scared, I yell back, “What the hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be home in bed!” As soon as I uttered those words, I knew I had made a mistake. Part of me wanted to explore this amazing experience. Maybe he just wanted to be adventuresome by visiting the soul who played with him and helped him be born in the dream world. Confused and upset by my reaction, he left, leaving me upset because it was an opportunity lost. What would have happened, what would I have learned, if I had had the presence of mind to stay calm and open to this unique experience.
What can we learn about reality and the nature of consciousness from experiences like this? I guess I shouldn’t feel too bad because there’s still much to learn from this experience just the way it happened. To know these kinds of experiences can happen to us in the first place is interesting enough, and since it happened to me, I wonder how many people have experienced the same thing or something like it. It seems to me that parents, mothers especially, would have intuitive interactions with their unborn children and possibly, nighttime, out-of-body visits from them. I’ll bet there are many stories waiting to be told.
Copyright © 1997, Roger A. “Pete” Peterson
Do experiences like these have any real meaning or significance in life? Do they provide us with useful insight into who we are and what reality is? Like all experiences, dreams have a validity of their own. These are the dreams I recorded at the time I had them. Not only did I write them down in my Dream Journal, I shared them with family and friends at home and on the bus.
The problem science has with dreams and other subjective events is that they can’t be duplicated by others. Does that make them any less valid to us as individuals? Isn’t it important that we can have meaningful experiences like this? If any parent or grandparent had precognitive dreams about their children or grandchildren, would they deny them because they’re not considered “real” or valid by others? In most cases, I don’t think so.
Most of us agree that we have dreams, whether we consciously remember them or not. So what does the fact that we can walk, talk, hear, feel, fly, learn, materialize and dematerialize, and otherwise interact in dreams, tell us about who we are? We know we have physical senses that enable us to interact with waking reality and events. What do we use when we dream? We aren’t using our physical senses when our bodies lie in bed asleep. How, then, can we have “inner” experiences like those described above, without “inner” senses, without inner awareness, and the ability to think and act independent of our bodies? Isn’t consciousness and intent, Energetic Awareness, the foundation for all of experience? And “reality”, isn’t that where our attention is focused in the moment, where experience and interaction take place? I was completely present in my dreams. And in Jordan’s out-of-body experience, I was present in both waking reality and inner reality simultaneously, using both my inner and outer senses. Who are we? What’s reality? What’s the purpose of life? Isn’t there much for us to learn about ourselves?
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“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having (creating) a human experience.” – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
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If we don’t choose our beliefs, we absorb them from our surroundings.
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