A DREAM

A rainy Monday and only 53 degrees F. We are still basking in the splendor Of yesterday when it was twenty plus degrees warmer and Sunny. A most gorgeous day!

Do you remember saying to small children when you are helping them get there pants on, “Point your toes, point your toes”? Those words came in to my mind, day before yesterday, when on attempting to don my blue jeans I got my foot jammed in one leg. I must have struggled hard because that foot was stuck to stay. I sat down on the edge of the bed, peeled my pants down to the stuck place, and I had a heck of a time getting my foot unstuck. I succeeded. “Point your toes, point your toes” were again the words that flooded through my mind. This time no problem.

How did this happen? How could a 84 year old man forget how to put on a pair of pants? Galloping senility? Oh well such is life.

Around the same time I had a dream and it came back to me again last Night. Dreams are always hard to remember and describe, but this one in particular as it had no definite structure. It started with looking at a piece of official looking paper with headings. [I could never see what they were]. It had a simple line, “Naomi [my daughter] has something of value at your house.” Later a paper appeared before my eyes saying “You have something of value at Naomi's house.”

These papers did not require a signature but they wanted some kind of acknowledgement. Next phase of the dream I was made aware that everyone had papers. Some people didn't like them and they went to court to have them nullified. The court decided they could do nothing as the papers did not demand anything, create any duty, nor did they impinge any loss or suffering on the holders. All that emanated from them was a wish for acknowledgment.

The dream went on and on. I was an observer and I speculated. Just before I awoke a voice went through my mind [this time my Son Stuart's voice]. “The papers are telling us that we are all connected, we all give and receive from each other. We are all One. It is a gentle reminder to acknowledge that.”

It was a powerful dream. Most of my dreams are a smorgasbord of nonsense.

I hope you are having a Happy Holiday wherever you are.

Love and Peace, Gregg