31 in 31 #20 A Wondrous Dream
Every now and then a dream has the quality to affect an
entire day or maybe longer by both its meaning and atmosphere. I had one of
these last night. I was driving in a car holding a very nice baby and I was
with my friend and mentor from my youth. (My friend had actually died several
months ago and I have had many dreams about him throughout the years.) We were
going back to a place where we had started our spiritual work – a house where
many good things had happened. As we started walking up a small hill to the
house (still carrying the baby very lovingly) I saw a somewhat strange house
construction made of concrete blocks and plywood. It was like a “house in the
raw” or perhaps just the very essence of a house. It was clear that it had been
built by a group of us and it was still there. Moving up the hill we saw
several more of these constructions and I realized that others had been
building houses also. And then it happened – I looked up the hill and it was
infinitely long, going up and up towards the sky and there were thousands of
these houses and we both realized that whatever the dreams of our youth it had
carried on. I began to cry and so did my friend. We cried and hugged each
other. And I woke up in such a beautiful state of hope and appreciation that
has lasted all day so far.
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