I had a dream... last week? two weeks ago? At the end of the dream I was teaching a child how to do something, and then felt a little sad about being corrected, about doing it wrong, so we went to a beautiful beach. Summer, blue sky and sea, white fluffy clouds, summer, some sand grasses behind us, and a gorgeous sparkling white sand beach, empty but for us.
"If you were to take and count each individual grain of sand on this beach, and match it to a star, there would be more stars than grains of sand. In fact if you were to take all the grains of sand on all the beaches in the world, there would be more stars in space than grains of sand. In fact if you were to take all the grains of sand on this beach, and match each one to a galaxy, with it's millions, billions, of stars, there would be more galaxies than grains of sand, I think. In fact, the universe may just be endless, going on forever, and even if it's not, even if you could travel to the edge of it, just beyond would be another universe, and another, on to infinite universes."
Somewhere around the end of this, I realized this was one of those dreams where I was eloquently explaining something to someone, that was actually meant for me, though previously I never realized it until after I woke up. But this time I did. I realized I was dreaming, and something vast and yet personal, something gentle and all-knowing was talking to me, through me, as me. The beauty of the beach, the vastness of the universe, the benevolence of that Presence talking directly to me, welled up as deep emotion, and I started crying, like you cry when you suddenly are relieved of all your worries and stresses, suddenly find out everything is ok, everything will be alright, will be taken care of, that you are loved, that everything your heart most deeply desired will be, is being given, incomprehensible generosity.
The voice continued through my mouth, but I was no longer thinking, just weeping uncontrollably, louder and more intensely, cathartically,
"And this here, (life, as we know it) will end, but we will not end, we will keep going on, eternally, onto some other, even better life, light, once we've done what we've come here for, which is just to remember our true name... which is love."
At this point I was sobbing like a baby, overwhelmed with emotion that I couldn't even classify, except that it was a release, and it was incredibly nice, bursting into crescendo at the last word, which I knew was also "God." I wept in gratitude for a little longer, and the dream faded to light and I woke up, tears on my face, still sobbing, to the morning sun coming in, the nasty cold I had woken up to before going back to sleep and having this dream, healed to the point where I didn't need to take a sick day, (which I had been thinking, when I went to sleep that night.)
