So, let me start by saying I don’t remember all my dreams. Those I do remember are always so vivid and clear it’s difficult to put words, which justify the images.
I had been emailed a job by a temp agency and was excited to start work again and meet new people, I hopped on my moped in the pouring rain and it was dark, ploughing through puddles to get to my destination.
I see myself and I’m stood wearing black trousers and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair up, I look around 17, I look great!
Washing pots, singing, laughing the hours sped by, the other people were all going to a funeral that afternoon and asked if I’d like to go too. Upon asking whose funeral because of course I’d go to support them; I found the funeral was for Hester Swain. My great grandmother.
I was shocked, in my mind I knew I’d already attended this funeral years before.
Now back at home, which was a wooden three story rickety hut, on stilts in a lake, I got ready to walk to the church with my new friends, feeling strange with old and new feelings.
We start walking, all up hill, small steps carved into stone, surrounded by bright green moss, wild flowers and bees, looking skyward I see the path we are taking is a giant tower of stone and plant, the Tower of Babel.
Above me angels circle the towers crown and I ask, why do I not have wings? I’m in the afterlife? A voice tells be to just believe, I trust it and a beautiful pair of emerald green and turquoise feathered wings appear, lifting me higher and higher, straight to the top.
Entering the congregation I stand and the back and look at all the faces who have come to honour the life of a woman who meant so much to me, wondering at how she touched their life somehow.
At the front of the chapel which is open air, with stone arches above covered in vines, I see my family! We stare at each other and we know, we are all forgiven, all loved, but we also know when we leave the chapel we will still go separate ways as those are the paths we have been set on. I have an overwhelming sense of peace and a voice whispers to me, you must go and be guardian of all plants, flowers, trees, Moss, all is your responsibility to love and nourish.
So, that’s the end of my dream. I’ve never had a biblical dream before but felt this one was so clear and odd it was worthy of my blog.
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