Last night I dreamt we were in a reception hall. I was talking with a photographer about family photos, trying to clue her in on everybody's personality. She gave me a handwritten note-card with her discount rates on it because it was my birthday. There was another really large group there, getting ready to leave. Every couple minutes they would stop and pray loudly. They must have prayed this way at least a half-dozen times. They were those really loud "look at how religious and righteous I am as I pray" prayers. As they finally prayed their way out the door, I noticed two of the women in the group were dressed in black lace Victorian dresses with large, beautiful hats - one hat had a large black raven on the crown, the other had a large deep red rose tangled up in black netting.
Then we were in a car driving down a snowy road. My husband was behind the wheel and wasn't seeing the ice on the road, but it was very clear and obvious to me. I was really nervous about him driving. Everything was in very sharp focus for me.
Suddenly the dream was in high definition black-and-white. We were in the courtyard of this big, beautiful Victorian mansion. There were huge, ancient trees draped with Spanish moss, manicured landscapes, fountains, etc. I could feel the air buzzing with energy. Sometimes I could see people, sometimes I couldn't, and I wasn't sure who was physical and who was spirit. As I walked up the drive toward the front door, I saw something scratched onto the pavers. I used my foot to clear away the snow and fallen leaves and saw that someone had scratched "WWII" there. I could here the trees and night air whispering as I watched it turn to "WWIII".
Next, I was in the parlor of this mansion. Across the parlor from where I stood, I saw a large ornate black mirror on the wall. I walked toward it, looking into it. I didn't look away, but I felt the room full of people - ghosts and angels. As I looked in the mirror, I saw death and destruction and annihilation. I screamed and screamed and screamed and fainted. As I passed out, I was caught by
ghosts and angels.
Then we were in a car driving down a snowy road. My husband was behind the wheel and wasn't seeing the ice on the road, but it was very clear and obvious to me. I was really nervous about him driving. Everything was in very sharp focus for me.
Suddenly the dream was in high definition black-and-white. We were in the courtyard of this big, beautiful Victorian mansion. There were huge, ancient trees draped with Spanish moss, manicured landscapes, fountains, etc. I could feel the air buzzing with energy. Sometimes I could see people, sometimes I couldn't, and I wasn't sure who was physical and who was spirit. As I walked up the drive toward the front door, I saw something scratched onto the pavers. I used my foot to clear away the snow and fallen leaves and saw that someone had scratched "WWII" there. I could here the trees and night air whispering as I watched it turn to "WWIII".
Next, I was in the parlor of this mansion. Across the parlor from where I stood, I saw a large ornate black mirror on the wall. I walked toward it, looking into it. I didn't look away, but I felt the room full of people - ghosts and angels. As I looked in the mirror, I saw death and destruction and annihilation. I screamed and screamed and screamed and fainted. As I passed out, I was caught by
ghosts and angels.
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