(name) leah
(email) lkaine@statestreet.com
(title) All Souls
(date) somewhere between '90 and 93'
(dream) i went to visit my friend Vicky, entered through the front door, her brothers were there watching t.v. i went into the kitchen, and her mother was there washing dishes. there were soft yellow sunbeams coming in the windows, and i could see all those little dust particles floating in the air. i noticed that there were a group of little children, all between 3 and 7 years i'd say, sitting on the floor, and they were all dressed in ripped-up rags, and they were very dirty. I turned to go back into the living room, but it had transformed into this large, open room with no furniture, and ceiling-to-floor length windows. the door was open, and dirt and leaves were all over the floor. there were dozens of children and young people in rags sitting on the floor, staring out windows, etc, and there was a young, dark-haired man in the center of the room, sitting on teh edge of a fountain, strumming a guitar and softly singing, but it just sounded like harp music, and violi!
ns, even his voice. all the children were so peaceful, and they seemed happy, free from material concerns. i looked outside and the landscape was just sand and sun, like we were in the middle of the desert. i felt this incredible sense of contentment, and i thought maybe i was in heaven. i sat on the floor and listened to the music, and then this big, beautiful swan came through and sat at the base of the fountain with the singing man. it stretched it's neck up and ruffled it's feathers, and i just sat there thinking how i never wanted to leave.