I was a younger version of myself and in a house. But then I looked out the window...

February 16, 2023 @ 0917 I awoke from this dream - Our front yard was dirt and I went outside and there was a man with a wheelbarrow a shovel and he was digging up our yard. I looked around and saw there were many holes throughout the yard. I yelled at him about what he was doing and he stopped, turned, looked at me and laughed. I started running towards him and he ran out the gate as I followed close behind him. As I did this, I noticed there was another man, just standing there like a non-participant. He was about six feet, Caucasian, gray hair and maybe in his 70's. He was just watching and standing around, taking in the scene as it played out. I went through the gate and looked down the street and saw what looked like new construction of homes. I saw a female mountain lion with a purple collar cross over the paved street heading towards me so I then ran back through the gate (I later found out that this was my German Sheppard). I made it inside the house and I remember asking my mother, why was there no lock on the front gate. I told her about the man in the yard digging holes and I looked out the window again. I could still see the wheelbarrow and the shovel. The wheelbarrow was full of dirt and the shovel was standing or stuck in a mound of dirt next to the wheelbarrow.
3-D -- As I was writing this dream in my journal, I received a text message from my sister and she explained that her husbands' father had passed away. I told her about what I was writing and I described the man in my dream/vision and she said that was him. I had only met him once and if I passed him on the street I would not know who he was. I told her he came to me and needed to be crossed over. I asked if she wanted me to do this and she said yes! I was surprised by her quick response because I didn't know what her beliefs were regarding things of this nature. I asked her to get me his full name, which she did and I crossed him over. He came to me for help and why he sought out me, its called frequency and my mission.
Part of my mission here is to crossover kidnapped or stolen souls, souls that find their way to me and disembodied spirits that I come across. We all have a mission while we are here in this context of existence and we have to go within for this to be revealed.
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