Tuesday, November 18, 2008
What Dreams May Come
Have you ever had a dream that stays with you long after you wake up? A dream that seems so real that you know as long as you live, even if you never have that dream again, you will never forget it?
A few months ago I had such a dream and I have debated sharing it. My dear friend Karla encouraged me to finally do so because really it is very hopeful.
(Oh no, Lorianna's flights of fancy again!)
I dreamed of a white Victorian gingerbread trimmed house. It was pristine and lovely and filled with an amazing warm pale light that streamed through all of the windows. Outside were gardens filled with flowers and ponds with gurgling fountains and the whole yard was enclosed with a brick wall covered in ivy. Cats of all sizes and colors and breeds lazed about perfectly content. I felt as if I knew all of them! And in the house there were fountains in a beautiful solarium filled with plants and even more kitties. They batted at the water, they napped and I could hear their purrs. They squeezed their eyes and meowed at me as I stopped to pet them and whisper to them. I noticed bookshelves overflowing with books and again, this amazing, comfortable warm light enveloped me.
Still, I had this sense of missing something and I began to move about with a sense of searching. I knew who I was looking for and amongst all of the sweet kitties that I was so happy to see I just HAD to see HER. Then, a soft woman's voice said. "You will see her again, soon. She's here."
Then, I woke up. Tears filled my eyes because I didn't want to leave that wonderful place. Try as I might, I could not fall back asleep and into that dream.
Since then, I have had other dreams that have stayed with me of course. I dreamed that I was petting Tookie and I could truly feel how soft her fur was and her whiskers tickled my hand.
But, that house filled with light and kitties and plants; that will always stick with me. I think, somewhere, it's real and someday I will go there when the time is right. I think and hope there is a place for all of us with special meaning, designed just for us. There, those who have gone before wait for us.
Oh, that picture of the white gingerbread Victorian is almost exactly like the house in my dream. I found it while doing an image search. It's called The Cheshire Cat Inn. I thought that was pretty cool... (^;^)