The morning was about to present itself to me as I lay sleeping. The suddenness with which I awoke, told me I had just encountered a terrifying event. I had gone to a very large building, a high-rise, where my sister, Becky, was an employee. She was one of the administrators and was held in high esteem. She was dressed the part, as well. One would know right from the start that she was the one in charge.
We were up high...not sure which floor, but I'm guessing, from the looks of it, we were at least several stories up. The landing we were on, was open space with no railing to keep anyone from plummeting to their certain death. Becky walked quietly over to the edge, as if she were in deep thought about something. I didn't like her so close to the edge of the landing, so I went over to ask her to move back a bit. As soon as I got there, I spoke her name, and was about to touch her arm, when she whirled around, as if startled. As she turned, one of her feet slipped off the ledge and she fell....
I heard myself screaming for help. "Call 911!" I screamed, my heart racing, as I ran down the spiral staircase to where she had landed. It seemed forever before I could reach her. As I ran, I saw a man come up to where she was thrashing on the floor. She was saying, "Someone help me. Please help me." One of her legs was bent back, and her whole body was convulsing. The young man gathered her in his arms and tossed her body up into the air, causing it to rotate full circle, before falling into his arms. The convulsing stopped. All was well. No more pain. No more fear.
That was the end of the dream. I have lived 73 years, and from the age of 25 years, I have had spiritual dreams. I learned how to recognize those dreams, and the "mean nothing" dreams. The spiritual dreams are ALWAYS short. And I never forget them. They stick with me. The mean nothing dreams are usually very long and jump from place to place. This was a spiritual dream. But, what does it mean?
My sister was a prisoner inside her own body. PSP had taken its grip on her. The commands came from her mind to her body, but the body refused to respond to those commands. She was rendered lifeless, yet alive.
Why I needed the dream to assure me she was well, I don't know. Somethings, we will never understand, until we, too, go back home. The place from whence we came, the Father's home. For this dream, I believe I was shown the beauty of belonging to Him. All it takes to escape our own prison, is a simple reliance upon Him. He will make all things beautiful in His time, and it was His time for her complete healing as she entered the rest she so desperately needed from the difficulties of this earthly life. And now? She is more alive than she ever could be, here.
Continuing my journey here, this is where you'll find me...here, in Mary's World.
