|A Healing Dream
I was lying on a small bed in a simple, bright room I did not recognize. The room was narrow, and one side was all windows, as if it were at one time an enclosed porch. At the foot of the bed was a small antique wooden table with a crocheted scarf protecting its surface. On the table was a white telephone. There was a young woman there whose purpose was to attend to me.
I was in a state of consciousness which can only be described as 'waking dream,' and was unable to move my body, although I could discern the events which were happening around me. At the other side of the table stood Jim. He was wearing a beautiful white embroidered robe and looked absolutely luminous. He had a sense of serenity about him, and an extremely powerful presence - strong beyond any experience we as humans can understand. The phone rang, and was answered by the young woman. It was for Jim. He took the phone, and spoke. I could understand the words he was speaking, but not what they meant. The dream ended.