Every thing around me is clean and white. Even the air around me seem to have have a sparkle to it. It was a bright comfortable day. Not too cold and not too warm. It seemed like paradise.
As John and I enter into the community in search of the Leader I encounter a women who is holding a baby. I asked her if she was the one I was looking for. She looked at me like she didn’t know how to answer the question. She was very indecisive. I got frustrated with her and was like well are you or aren’t you? As I walked away I rolled my eyes at her. Although, I knew the person I was looking for was male.
We walked away and sat on a wall near the pool. As I sat there, I knew my appearance was not as clean and white as my surroundings. I seemed dirty like the red dirt from Sedona. A man and women approached me and said they liked the puka shells I was wearing. I gave them a shaka and said Aloha! Then I thought, “I don’t wear puka shells, John does”.
We got up and walked around the pool and there were people all around, some were in the pool. As I stood at the end of the pool with John on my left, there was a man to my right that was wearing a grey suit. He jumped into the pool like a child on the first day of summer. I got the impression that the people in this community didn’t care about material things they cared more about feeling joy and being part of this family.
I looked toward the left corner of the pool and I saw the man I was looking for. He was in a bathing suit laughing and enjoying himself. I walked to where he was as he was getting out of the pool.
John and I followed him into his office. The office was more long than wide and to enter, you had to walk through this beautiful arch. It was all open and made of stone. There was a desk on one side and across from the desk was a platform with a sofa. John and I sat on the sofa. Next to his desk was another sofa and my parents were sitting there. My Mom on the right closest to the desk and my Dad sat next to her. She had this sheer red ribbon in her hand and it looked like she was making a bow.
The Leader asked us a question. He asked, “How many arms should we have?”
My Dad said he was going to ask the same question. John sat there like he didn’t know how to answer. My Mom said that having two arms was sufficient because she was able to make dresses to sell and that was her purpose for being here.
Somehow the sofa we were sitting on tipped backwards and we fell to the floor. I landed more on my feet and John flipped on his back and his feet went over his head and hit the wall. I was laughing and I woke up laughing.
I remembered being in this place before in a dream. I remember kneeling and praying. I knew the first time I had this dream that if I left I would change and not be able to come back. As I had the dream again I felt like I didn’t belong there anymore.
What does it all mean?