I had a long dream last night; I can’t remember much of it, but I want to get down what I remember of it. I had traveled to this place to visit my small spiritual group, but decided to take this woman up on her advice and visit hers. I was given flack by someone in my group that did not approve of me going with this other group.

Earlier, perhaps at the suggestion of someone, I died my hair black. It did not look good and I tried to wash it out, but the dye remained.

I was in a large church with this quaint woman that showed me the room where a small group of women met. I remarked that it was soundproof—that we could not hear the services underway.

She also showed me a small place behind a door where they put their things but I didn’t have any. She kept everything she owned there.

Earlier she had shown me a place to stay in a hotel. I was pointing out the synchronicity that I had experienced while there. I found a small table to put at the edge of my bed and the saleswoman said I could have it for free.

A large older man figured all through the dream. At first he seemed obnoxious but later he was playing catch with some children that otherwise would be ignored.

The woman who guided me through all this intimated that she was ill. I noticed that I had blood on my skirt. The blood was coming from a woman behind me, so I gave her my place in line to use the bathroom.

I will admit that reading the above that it made no sense, so I will focus on the feeling tone of the dream. It felt like providence had sent this woman to me; this woman who was making do with little. Her group were in hiding, sort of. Meeting inside an established church but not being bothered by what they were doing.

One woman came to the group from out of town. It turned out that the church had need of her that day to give a talk to some of their women. I noticed the synchronicity of that.

So those are the parts of the dream that I remembered. Much of it was lost.

Vicki Woodyard