This morning a short scene as I was wakening up.
A lady wearing a black dress is standing infront of a group of young children. Im aware that I'm standing watching and listening. She very slowly sings a line and the children then sing together repeating what she has just sung. This was very very slow and soft...

' Things are not always as you say.....OOOOOOHHHHHHHH LLLLLOOOOORRRRRDDDD.

This was sung with such feeling, emotion but not sadness, more so much love. The oh lord bit at the end took so long to finish.It was beautiful and as I woke up I just felt I wanted to stay connected to this lovely state to be in and I just felt I wanted to reach higher by praying to the Lord.

Recalled dream eventually ( finally and it was
OMG OMG
Please please i must be going crazy but I have to log this.

I was just about to write about my dream when my i padI'm writing on started up loud singing a song I haven't heard before.

MERRY CHRISTMAS MUMMY. This was sung by a load of young children. Then a lady sings to the children about stars in their eyes and Roseary Beads.
This was some kind of christmas song, but my radio is on in the background and completly different.It was very loud.
Whilst it was playing I went onto u tube but all there is new is a sainsbury advert and its not that. I listened to the end and waited and another started up but it was just LOUD GONGS being struck repeating over and over.
It has almost brought tears to my eyes because I just cannt explain this and it has all happened since starting to write this post.
This is not how I thought this post would end and I have been feeling so disconnected. (And infact that was what my dream was suggesting, how disconnected I was feeling for the past few days)
I make no apology for what may seem crazy writing because I know what I have just experienced.
It was like one of those vera Lyn type lovely old songs.
A group of young children singing to their mummy and mummy singing back.
Beautiful.
I can understand now why Franz Bardon suggests that diaries should be kept secret.
Love it love it love it...no explanation.