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Dream Weaver

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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

An Angelic Kingdom

(This dream was recorded on 13 August 2004)

My husband and I were on a holiday tour. It was in summer in New Zealand - somewhere we haven’t been before.

We were cruising along on bicycles on a narrow street, both sides were covered by dense bush-like trees. The smell in the air was fresh with some woody and flowery scent.

There I found this big round tree, about three meters tall. It had green shining leaves and large, ball shaped pink flowers. To my surprise, it was roses! We got off our bicycles and started to observe, touch and smell them. The texture of the flower was smooth, the smell was pleasantly scented, and the stems had no thorns.



We were on a coach bus with a group of tourists. We sat at the front row in the bus on the left. There was a pair of ‘love birds’ sitting on the right front row. They were in their late teens or early twenties and appeared very much in love. They both wore a white T-shirt and green middle length pants – a very relaxed, harmonised and synchronised scene. We started talking to them, and found they were Chinese. We felt very comfortable with them after chatting away and decided to team up for the rest of the holiday journey with them, together with their baby - a big black Labrador.



The bus stopped at a wharf in a small town. When we got off the bus, and assembled on the wharf, we noticed that there was a small crowd there, all looking up in the sky.

What was in the sky?

The sky was not a sky. It was like a big IMAX movie screen in a cinema. On the screen was layers after layers of changing pictures. One moment it was a farm yard stacked with corns and wheat, another moment it was a face of a content new born baby. One moment it was hordes of racing horses, another moment it was a group of women gathering around a well taking turns to fetch water from the well, giggling and gossiping in the meanwhile…

Everyone on the wharf was totally absorbed and fell into some sort of meditative state by these amazing, wondrous, and serene moments - moments with no sound, no sense of time and space, but pictures after pictures, forever changing.

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