i think i dreamed of heaven

(it's funny what happens after my friday night yoga class) - this is the abbreviated version

in my dream, i went to what i thought was going to be seaside, oregon - i left my scooter (?) at a rental place that would hold it for me for 2 hrs at $20 - which i thought was exorbitant even in my dream (in this dream, i looked in my purse;i had no cellphone and no debit card - this is the definition of my feeling naked and vulnerable) - i went in and from here it got decidedly alice-in-wonderland. i started looking for my uncle sol and eleanor - could not find them. i tried to find a way OUT to the ocean - impossible to do - all the doors turned into corridors. i found a exhibition on the life of anne frank - i asked the OLD guy how long it would take for me to go thru the exhibit and he said, 32 minutes.

i looked outside, and in a field, i saw 3 fighter jets flying too low; the last caught a tip of the wing in the grass and broke apart, caught fire and burned to nothing .. in the hotel, some people looked out the windows, some did not; but i was sure, as were a few OLD guys near me, that the pilot had died, but no, a few windows down in this gigantic hotel, there he was, singed, but giving an interview.

at the end of this dream, i tried to find my way out of this place to get back to my scooter and i heard my mom's voice; i turned just in time to see her talking to a friend as they went into an elevator. mom. it wasn't until this part, right here, that i got that this was even a dream - it had all felt very real to me - but when i saw mom, i thought, oh yeah, she's dead; this must be a dream. and, again, i was comforted. comforted for her, of course. but also comforted a bit for me, also. i miss her so much, but if her heaven is a nice hotel with lots of places to smoke, then i am so very happy for her.

peace
christine