The Christmas Party

           

 I want to tell you all about a dream I had this morning. I was standing among a great crowd of people in an all white ballroom. One side was all windows and a bright light was streaming through them. Between each window was an all white Christmas tree with blood red bulbs on them and white fairy lights. On the other wall was a vast fireplace roaring with a fire that gave off no heat. On either end of the ball room were doors, the one leading inside rather small and plainish. The one leading outside tall and beautiful. 
Looking around I (yes, I was in the dream) could see that everyone in that great room wore party clothes, the men in nice clothes and the women in gowns and they were all white. Brilliant white. 
Also in that room was a long table set for a feast. Did I happen to mention the ballroom was huge and still cozy. Behind the door leading into the rest of the "house" we could hear a large amount of people laughing, talking, screaming, etc, but it was muffled to us. Every once and a while that door would open and newcomers dressed in all white would enter and we would greet them. But all our attention was centered on the other door. The one leading outside. Because that was the door our host would be coming through. 
We were all excited because over the noise coming from the "house" we could hear something else. The sound of hooves approaching. 
Our Host was coming. 
I remember thinking I"I wonder what His crown looks like." 
Then I woke up. 
Prophetic dream 
Wishful thinking dream? 
Just a random dream? 
I don't know, but I know what it means to me.

A Dream

The dream was in black and white and shades of gray, in a room bare of furniture with wooden floors. There was one single window, partly open, that let in pale sunlight and a breeze, smelling of flowers and earth. There were people in the room with me. I felt that I knew them, but I didn't reconize them. A little bird was trapped in the room and we were trying to catch it. It flew around and around the room until we saw from it's bright blue color that it was a parakeet. Several of us questioned why a parakeet was loose to come through the window and get trapped in this room. Finally, I held up my cupped hands and the parakeet came to land in them. I brought my hands down to my breast to gently hold the little bird. It looked so bedraggled and scared, sitting there in my hands. My last thought before I woke up was that I needed to get help for it.
I don't know if there is meaning in dreams and this was trying to tell me something. I just know that it was a beautiful dream to remember when I woke up.
I always had a fondness for parakeets. They are so much fun to watch. They have so much personalityand cheerfulness with they chriping and playing. I would like to have some, but with my mother on oxygen I can't have them in the house. And I have, like, demon cats that would torment them.
Until next blog, see you all well.