This morning I woke up with a massive headache and the remnants of a dream in my head. I had been somewhere near a beach, but across a bridge and down the street from where some kind of fire or smokey event had been. I was talking to my dad on the phone, but I had been trying to call my sister. (For those who may not know, my Dad has passed and my older sister hasn’t) Dad was making sure I was ok since I had been near to this event (even tho I had no Idea it had occurred). Then the dream changed and I was still talking to Dad, but he was in the living room of our old house and I was in my bedroom. I could always hear him that way when we lived there, because my bedroom was originally the dining room that had been walled off to make a room. We were still talking about my older sister and I saw a box of items fall over and some broken ceramic bits fall out of it. I was becoming really desparate to talk to Laura. Dad said something about Mom, but I can’t remember it. And something about my younger sister and I, but again, I don’t seem to be able to remember it.
I do remember that before I talked to Dad, I had been directed to follow a small white gravel path between some cars to find a small park in the middle of a little town. It was a hidden little green area, with nice landscaping, but small. There was a staging area with parquet floors. There were kids taking turns doing something… you had to sign up. A little boy came and took my name (my maiden name) and seemed incredibly organized, directing people right and left and answering questions and very calm and clear about it all. The name of the park was something like Helen (or was is Rose?) Traber Park. Never heard of it myself! Anyway, this little boy was uncanny and seemed far older than his years- I’d guess he was about 7?
I woke up with a pounding headache, but also the strains of a song floating through my head. For some reason, I needed to hear “Even in the Quietest Moments” by Supertramp. Frank reminded me that this was the very first cd we had ever purchased for our first cd player in our house. Somehow appropriate on the first day of the New Year. Here are the lyrics.
I think someone is trying to tell me something…..
UPDATE:I found this interview/song on YouTube and what Roger Hodgson says about spirituality, music and this song fits exactly with what I was thinking/feeling after I had this dream…
I wish I knew
What I had to do
And even though the sun is shining
Well I feel the rain
Here it comes again, dear
And even when you showed me
My heart was out of tune
For there’s a shadow of doubt
That’s not letting me find you too soon
The music that you gave me
The language of my soul
Oh Lord, I want to be with you
Won’t you let me come in from the cold?
Don’t you let the sun fade away
Don’t you let the sun fade away
Don’t you let the sun be leaving
Won’t you come to me soon
And even though the stars are listening
And the ocean’s deep
I just go to sleep
And then I create the silent movie
You become the star
Is that what you are, dear?
Your whisper tells a secret
Your laughter brings me joy
And a wonder of feeling
I’m Nature’s own little boy
But still the tears keep falling
They’re raining from the sky
Well there’s a lot of me got to go under
Before I get high
Don’t you let the sun disappear
Don’t you let the sun disappear
Don’t you let the sun be leaving
No, you can’t be leaving my life
Say that you won’t be leaving my life
Say that you won’t be leaving my life
Say won’t you please, stay won’t you please
Say won’t you please, stay won’t you please
Lord, won’t you come and get into my life
Lord, won’t you come and get into my life
Say won’t you please, stay won’t you please
Say won’t you please, stay won’t you please
Oh Lord, don’t go
And even when the song is over
Where have I been
Was it just a dream?
And though your door is always open
Where do I begin
May I please come in, dear?
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