February 14, 2007

• I was floating backward on a sea of white milky waves.  The were hundreds of feet over me.  I wasn’t frightened and that was odd.  The water was warm and soothing and I smelled the sea.  I was on the deck of a large ship.  To my right was a man on a cell phone.  He faced away from me and was speaking to someone and he wore jeans and a Tshirt and stood about 5’8″ or 5’9″.  I turned to face in front of me and there was a large hot tub.  On the left side was a gold plaque that read Pope John Paul.  I touched the lid and the man told me not to, that it belonged to the Pope.  I looked over the tub and a man with dark hair stood petting a golden retriever.  To my left was a small pool and there was a little white dog with a black collar barking at someone under the water.  He put his head under the water and continued to bark and I realized he was breathing under the water.  The person was a young teen aged girl and she walked toward the dog and came out of the water and lifted the dog in her arms laughing and kissing the dog.  She sat on a bench in the water and played with the dog.  Next to her was a woman and a man.  The woman said to the man he looked sad today and he smiled a bit then placed his hand over hears but his mind was some where else.  It was as if they didn’t know I was there. 

  
  

  I was sitting in a small room with a wall of windows.  The man on the cell phone was sitting there too.  He had a cat on his lap standing on its’ hind legs and rubbing its’ nose affectionately on the man.  I asked if it was his cat.  He said, no he had to leave his wife and family and cat.  That they were no longer with him.  He said this cat visited him.  Suddenly Bougs and Whiskey, my cats that both have passed over were on my lap rubbing playfully and I was hugging them and petting them and so very happy.  I told the man that they were my cats and he said he knew.  I told him all about how they first came to live with me many years ago.  He smiled and listened intently then said he knew.  I didn’t tell him they were passed over.  At that point I don’t think I remembered that.  He was then on the steps of my house leading upstairs and I was telling him all about my husband and I when we were first married and lived out west and his career changes and how I was always there for him and behind him in his endeavors.  I mentioned no ill feelings.  The man said he had done this once too.  I didn’t understand what that meant and kept speaking.  I woke up……

  
  

  

  
  

   

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