Mom’s Purple Beret

October 24, 2018

Last night I had an amazing dream where I am walking in my old neighborhood.  I enter the house where I used to live.  No one is in the house anymore.  It is very cold.  I walk into the bedroom and feel a presence in the room.  I hear my mothers voice.  I know her spirit is with me.  I am not afraid.  I can not see her but I know she is there.  Knowing I can see spirits indirectly, I look over and see my moms dresser.  I look through the mirror at an angle and see my moms face.  She is dressed like a clown.  How interesting I think to myself.  I decide I want to see my own reflection in the mirror so I walk around the bed and stand in front of the mirror to look at myself.  As my image comes into focus in the mirror, I look exactly like my mother.  I am dressed like a clown with all my facial features accentuated.  We have the exact same face and same make-up.

I decide to walk around the house to see if I recognize anything.  I walk through the kitchen and find it to be much larger than what I remember it to be.  It is not any kitchen I have ever lived in in waking life but yet it is a kitchen I am intimately familiar with.

I decide to walk outside. The landscape has rolling hills.  The village sits along a coast line.  Someone walks with me.  The person is wearing a purple hat.  I believe it is my mother.  I want to show her I have the ability to fly.  I ascend with just a thought soaring high like a kite.  I can see the coast line much better from this perspective.  I fly toward the coast line noticing the depth of the water increases immediately after moving off shore.  I worry I don’t know how to swim so I fly hugging the coast.  I can see the fish swimming in the deep waters.  I feel free.

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