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I have been away from the computer due to worsening rheumatoid arthritis in my neck. I have been diagnosed since 12 but I was in a car accident on January 24 1991 that made sure to leave me with the parting "gift" neck problems. I had gone to sleep early last night but awoke at 2:30 this morning, took a bath and stayed up until a bit after 7:00 am. This dream happened after I went to sleep. So, bear with me, cause here we go...
I dreamt that I was in a house that was built of redwood shingles and they hadn't weathered. My mom, (God rest her soul), was there and just tickled to have me visitting. She was chatting about this and that and although I can't remember what she said exactly, I do know she was talking about infants. Crazily enough, the tv was on and Oprah was on at the time. First of all, neither me nor my mother had watched Oprah for years because it became far too sappy instead of delving into things that mean things to people like us. Now here is the FIRST point where it get's weird: there was some French researcher on the show and was speaking about ways to make infants smile for the camera. Then, there was a succession of babies, (most, if not all were black), who was posing for the camera and would first be gazing in curiousity in the direction of the photographer with no real expression and the next second, the children had smiles that were almost clown-like, they grinned so hard. Let's just say that if they'd had listick on, it would have been in their ears! These babies were no older than 6-7 months old. Most of them had no teeth to speak of and it was sidesplitting to watch them grin with all that pink gum showing.
We were talking about that program when Baby,(DH), decided to go out back and begin to dig a cellar underneath the house, which he did. This cellar had a bench like sitting area that was sculpted around the outside wall and had been wired for power and had a lights already. This was completed within a hour to 1.5 hours. He then began to dig a REAL DEEP trench around that perimeter of the small yard that about 18 inches wide and at least 20 feet deep. This trench was dug between, under and around some presxisting trees, avocado trees, in fact and the back fence was an older, redwood fence that had a deteriorating stain on it. He came into the house and told me that I could plant flowers in the trench he'd dug and that we could store meat and other frozen food in the "cellar", because it was so cold. Although I agreed that we could indeed store food in the underground, I asked him," what kind of flowers did he expect me to plant? Prehistoric ones?"
The next thing I know, we're on our way to the southern part of the county and was driving down a street here in Sacramento named Bradshaw. It was early evening, after sunset and we were talking about something. I noticed a for sale sign on when the headlights caught it and thought it strange that among other things it listed, it told the perspective buyer that the land was unsuitable to grow food on because it was contaminated with salt, (although they had avocados), BUT the property came with a greenhouse thatthe owners used to "finish off" the growing of the veggies. Apparently, they could plant in the soil but they had to transfer the plants at some point before maturity and move them to the small greenhouse but, it seemed that avocados did grow in that horrid soil.
I next found that we'd returned to my mom's home but this was the weirdest part of all. I walk into the sitting room and find my self presented by two imams, (Muslim equivalent of preachers). One was shia and the other was Sunni. They were both wearing caftan like robes that were cerulean blue or aegean blue in colour. They had outer garments that were white with oversized sleeves etc. They both had turbans on, white in colour but the Sunni imam's turban was wrapped differently than the Shia's and the Shia had a Methuselah quality beard. They had with them a small boy and he was Jewish. The Shia imam was lying down on the floor between the sitting room and the small bedroom that I was going to be sleeping in. I had to step over the Shia to get to the bedroom. When I stepped over him, he flicked up my skirt and asked me what I thought about him doing that. I told him that I didn't know what women from his part of the world would have done or said but if he tried that one more time, his family would be reading about it after they received the box with what remained of him. He started to grin and when he saw that I was not amused or laughing in anyway, he apologised as did the other imam. The next thing I know, the sunni started to sing a prayer....BUT IT WAS LIKE THE PRAYER I'VE HEARD SUNG BY A CANTOR! It wasn't in Arabic but in what I surmise was Aramaic. The Shia stood up and joined the in. The little Jewish boy, who had to be no more than 6 years old was standing between the two of them, holding each man's hand, with a bowed head. The Imams seemed to very protective and loving to that sweet little boy, who had his prayer shawl on. The little one didn't join in with the prayer, though.
Get this: I couldn't understand most of it but I did understand three words, or names- ABRAHAIM, MOSES and MOHAMMED. Those were the three names they ended the prayer with. Wehn I awoke, I laid their for a good 30 minutes because I wanted to remember everything I could and the Strangest thing was that I could hear the voices as clear as day singing that prayer for at least 40 minutes after opening my eyes. Can anyone understand what this dream means..?
I know it's a strange one but that seems to be par for the course.
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