In my Dream

In my dream I am at an elementary school where the Obama inauguration
is to be held. All seats are taken: the majority of chairs are filled
by children. I am there because I think perhaps I can get one of the
left over seats. I arrive and the hall is lined with others, mostly
children, waiting for seats as well. Michelle (Obama) starts calling
the names of those who will speak if the designated speakers aren't
there on time. Some of the names are children.

I realize there won't be a seat for me and I decide to leave and go
study at the library. I ask Michelle about getting back in and she
says I might as well stay....don't leave because getting back in will
be difficult.

I have notebooks and folders in my arms now and head to a building
that is a college with classrooms. I realize I'm behind in my
psychology work and head to the second floor. For some reason I don't
recall, I come back down one flight and then remember that where I
need to be is two flights up and I choose to use the stairs rather
than the elevator. When I get to the third floor I lock eyes with a
young and beautiful Indian man telling the story of how he earned his
thesis in childhood when he wrote his dissertation on Desai's theory
of color. He pointed to the papers in front of him, which looked like
musical composition. He mentioned how at the time, there was no real
scholarship in this area and his instructors would tell him anything
just because he wanted an answer. Like, the answer was blue even if
that wasn't true.

At this point I wake up and allow the message of the dream to
settle. Quickly I find myself visualizing the color healing light
apparatus I' ve been creating in my mind for a few years now. I see
the massage table in the back room of the little house. I see someone
in need of healing on that table. We've talked about the issue that
has brought them to me in the front room. They lie face up on the
table and I shine a combination of colored lights on the chakras
involved in their issue. I've placed headphones on their
ears....Eno's Ambient music for Airports is what they listen to. Once
I've laid on hands, I leave them to relax into the music while the
color does it's work.

For this dream and vision, I am deeply grateful!

Connie