My husband doesn't quite remember his, even as he was trying to once awake, it slipped away. He knows about dreaming very rarely, so I was eager to hear..... but nothing came back.
My dream on the other hand, I do remember, for the most part:
We (husband and I) went to a large building, unclear if it was a government building, museum, historical house or building--- seems we went to tour the place, so it was open to the public. There were groups being brought around, many stairs, very dignified and beautiful, lots of oak and some stained glass and books in a library (not like a public library, maybe a law library? Official in some way). Huge windows looked out over a veranda and a large property, with some gardens, like formal gardens, all the way to some river in the distance. It was beautiful, really.
Suddenly there was singing, unclear just where it started from or by whom, but it was first among the guests, those in the tour groups. First one and then another and then everyone on all the floors, and the tour guides, and it was some kind of extended hymn, I almost recognized it but did not. Just knew it was a glorious and beautiful hymn of some rather formal type.
Suddenly some kind of force--- wind perhaps--- brought me out to the grounds, to the gardens. which as I said were extensive and beautiful. And THEN some things began to happen to ME..... my entire body and then my mind, conciousness, even ability to SEE or UNDERSTAND what was happening.... were completely changed. Totally. I became very small, very very small. And THEN I was put underground. I could FEEL the soft warm earth, could SMELL it somehow. I felt like a seed being planted, not like a person being dead and buried. And then it was DARK. And I was content.
Next morning I went on Facebook and saw THIS, posted by a priest friend, who had led a Healing Conference at the local church a couple years before:
WOW! What a confirmation! And what a gift!
