Why is it that I have several dreams that are clearly remembered here in our home in Germany, but not in my home stateside? At least not as many dreams. Some are creative like the one where I lived in a forest and I was ashamed of my old table, therefore I covered it with a cloth I had crocheted. Royalty stopped often for water, to eat and to rest and often to cool off; they would enter my home as they had the right to. This dream went on until I became the first person to use "linens" on my table and real silver to eat with. Some dreams are directional and one was violent like the one that I had last night when I had my arm cut off because I tried to help a victim of violence. The dream did not upset me, but the wonder of why I had the dream or what was I to learn from it did awaken me.

I had read that you must write your dreams down or at least discuss them in detail with someone to understand the significance of the dream. Years ago during the darkest days of my life I had a dream that it was a dark, black night and I stood at the top of a bluff overlooking the city of Colorado Springs. It was so dark that the form of Pikes Peak was not visable and the valley was without electricity or lights. No cars, no candles,nothing. There was a spiral of light, similar to winding galaxy of stars swirling to the earth where the city should have been. I wondered if this was what the end of our world would look like. At that moment I found myself in a dimmly lit tent, similar to one that would be found in a painting of the Civil War. I walked to the door and peered out into the darkness and at that moment, Amanda, my daughter found me. She and I tearfully embraced and searched for her brothers. Within moments we found the youngest, Dana and the three of us stood outside the tent holding hands in a circle facing each other. In the soft light emitting from the tent we prayed for George, the eldest and in our hearts we believed that he was well and safe. In time, George tentatively approached us and he took his place in our circle.

The next morning I was unusually energetic as I reflected on the dream on the way to work. I told the story of the dream often and with each telling I became more excited in the realization that the dream was a prophecy. The darkness was my world as it was then, my daughter would be the first to understand and come to me and Dana would soon follow. It would be the most difficult for George to see the truth through the darkness and to join Amanda, Dana and I as a family and to know that forgiveness was not necessary for himself or others.

Each detail of the dream remains clear. The purpose, the meaning of the dream has proven exactly to be as it was interpreted. For this I am grateful. It is not only important to remember this dream because it continues to give me hope and peace in those moments of darkness as it did then, but having a dream such as this one filled with hope, love and compassion signifies that not all dreams fortell of death and illness. For many years I was afraid to dream, afraid of the visions of death and illness. Today, I humbly embrace and am thankful for the gift of dreams.