I had the strangest of dreams towards morning. Like all dreams it was very mixed up and therefore hard to relate. It was about a man that turned up in my school teaching. I doubted his authority immediately.

I spoke with him in private and he said I was speaking from emotion and should speak from authority. He told me to breathe through my spine. After this brief conversation, of which I remember little, his face changed. My husband was watching me talk to him and he said to me, “Your face changed!”

As he sat apart from the group, my son and I joined in a brief group dance, following directions. Bob disappeared but he was no longer a skeptic.

I held the man’s daughter for a while before putting her down and letting her father have her.

When I woke up, I was very excited about having this dream. And that’s all I know about it. The felt sense of it was that if you can drop the past and enter the present moment, your very body changes. He did not know consciously what he was doing; something was doing it for him and he just went along, but with confidence.

Vicki Woodyard

P.S. I put this photo in place of the other one since the light is so mystical!