from a woman in our ministry...
Sunday night I had a dream about my beloved Tommy. It was snowing.
I was walking alone the deserted streets at night. It was cold, and I
gathered my coat close to me to retain whatever warmth I could. Then I
saw the bright headlights of a car approach me from behind. I did not
want to be seen walking the edges of a deserted snowy street in the
middle of the night, so I ran into the bushes to hide. A police car
went passed. I went into a state of panic. I did not want this police
car discovering me. I started running in the snow without a sense of
direction trying to escape this police car who was now tracking me. As
I ran, the scenes in my dream would shift from running my way past a
Ferris wheel at an amusement park to my climbing and jumping off rocks
at a beach. I was finally exhausted from running and although I knew
the police were not far behind me I decided to take a break and sat on a
rock on the beach. It was now summer. And then I saw a most symbolic
three dimensional geometric shape descend from the sky. It was an
equilateral triangle with it's point on top and its base on the bottom.
Within the confines of the three sides of this triangle stemmed a
crystal clear globe. Within the uterus of this globe was a fetus
supported in amniotic fluid. His face and arms were quite distinct.
His feet and legs where squished along the confines of the globe. This
child reached his little arms to his mouth, planted a kiss on the palm
of his hand, and blew it towards me. There was peace in his eyes. Then
I woke up.
