a dream by Dee - 8-14-98

DREAM - 8-14-98 - I was typing on a lap top word processor and watching out the window. I could see my neighbors coming down the street and somehow got across the street and was sitting on a small stoop in front of a large pink door as they walked by.

Their large brown dog had preceded them with a squirrel standing on it's back facing forward, going along for the ride. I felt a little frightened by the squirrel, but it just went on by.

They also had their blonde first born daughter with them, who appeared to be about 4 years old or 9 years old depending on when I looked at her while her mother was talking.

The mother, whom I knew fairly well, was about 8 1/2 months pregnant and her belly was swollen and VERY prominent. She was obviously in discomfort and was distressed because her daughter was acting mean to the animals and not behaving like a beloved daughter you would want to behave.

The father was a computer nerd like me and he laid down on a couch across the street while I was talking with the other. I noticed he was talking at the same time she was talking and because he was on the other side of the street, I couldn't understand what he was saying because she kept talking too. I couldn't listen to them both at the same time. I was understanding nothing of what either one was saying. I just kept saying, "Uh huh!" at seemingly appropriate times and they kept on talking. Finally, running out of things to say, they began to leave.

Their car was parked in an underground garage under the building where I was sitting.  `As the mother descended the steps and the father came across the street, I went back to typing. The little blonde girl was dawdling along behind and singing a little song.

As I typed the word 'truth', the little girl sang the word 'truth'. As I typed the word 'beauty', the little girl sang the word 'beauty'. I got so excited at the synchronicity of the words, I jumped up from my lap top and ran after the couple, yelling, "Hey! Hey!", not remembering their names. They came back up the steps to hear what I had to say. So, I stood with them on the sidewalk and told them, "I just have to tell you this. Your daughter sang the word 'truth' when I typed the word 'truth', and she sang the word 'beauty' as I typed the word 'beauty'. It was a beautiful synchronicity and  I just wanted you to know that."

Tears began welling up in the mother's eyes and running down her face, and the father stood there beaming a big smile of happiness. I had just given them hope that their mean behaving daughter was going to be okay after all, and their unborn child would be born into a world of truth and beauty. They were overjoyed. I gave them both a big hug.

They turned to again descend the steps to the underground garage where their car was parked, and I wanted to tell them more to assure them that everything was going to be okay, but  I couldn't because a huge woman wearing a blue and white checkered dress came between us to follow them down the steps.

I knew who that woman was too, and I knew they'd be okay.

by Dee