When She came to me in my dream, She was all white and luminous. She told me not to despair, for my path is well established and it will lead me to a beautiful place. I was not afraid as I saw her climbing that ladder. She was going into the light, that’s when I realized who She was. The Woman in my dream. The most beautiful Woman in the world.
As she climbed, I asked when she would be back. She answered she wasn’t leaving, it was me who had to go, for I was just stopping by. On my way out, my eyes opened, and there She was again. The Woman in my dream. The most beautiful Woman in the world.
Comma
February 20th, 2008 at 6:46 pm
That’s a nice way of speaking about Virgin Mary. I suppose that’s what you’re aiming at
Was this an existent dream?