Between 2:00 AM and 5:00 AM I had a very vivid dream. Usually we don’t remember dreams but this one is indelible on my mind. So graphic, I got up and started typing the details (at 5:00 AM). I recognized the area as the Antelope Valley, North Los Angeles County, California. I lived there for so many years; the area and the terrain are familiar. But it could be the desert of Prineville or Madras, Oregon, as I remember them from my youth. Or it could be some location here in Texas that I am unfamiliar with and have yet to visit.

It was a makeshift little community of old and new buildings, nothing fancy. (No building codes here.) I specifically remember the people: Old people, young people, “bikers,” truckers, homeless…. The homeless were given food, and a blanket, and shown a place to sleep. Oh yes, there were stores full of merchandise but the customer was allowed to take the items without payment.

It was all so vivid: Everyone was radiating “love.” Lots of people, lots of activity going on, but no fighting, no loud words. I did not perceive the community to be a religious commune. Just ordinary people.

I was quickly involved with the activities; I was a worker; I was part of “the team.” I was accepted; I wasn’t an “outsider.” Always: The warmth of “love.” I had energy for the projects assigned to me; I wasn’t tired.

It may have only been a brief dream (because I’m told that dreams are short) but it was so “real” and I was an integrated part of it.

Let me digress: How beautiful Heaven must be!! I believe we will experience unconditional love. I, for one, have experienced very little true love in my lifetime. Last night, my subconscious mind may have been groping for the thing that has been absent in my life. Maybe?? (No sympathy, please. I’m just commenting.)

There it is, the dream as I remember it. I won’t make any further comments.