A DREAM OF PENCILS...
January 5, 2012
Posted by Kathryn Hall Cape on Tuesday, March 8, 2011
A DREAM..Saturday, Feb. 19, 2011
I was having much trouble sleeping..due to pain, both mentally and physically. Finally, about six o’clock, I fell asleep….and dreamed…
I was in a strange place….hilly…with strangers surrounding me…languages were being spoken that I couldn’t understand. Someone told me that my Jimma had died and had been buried somewhere amid the hills. I began feverishly searching…..I came to myself digging in a very dry area….dust so thick it seemed hard to breath. I thought I saw my baby and reached down to pick her up….What I thought to be Jimma turned into a cardboard figure…and crumbled. I began crying….searching….asking along the way…whoever would listen….where is my angel?….what am I to do? …..I then came to a place that was very muddy. I sank into the mud…up to my ankles….up to my knees….as I dug deeper into the mire to find where it was my Jimma was buried. Again, I looked around me….shoulder weighed heavily….so hard to breath….the weight of needing to know was so great. Sad…dejected….I looked around me at the rolling hills. Where I stood was red dirt … afar off … I saw green grass .. And strangers….
I began to walk away….and then I heard “Mommy”. I turned to see her…..running to catch up to me. I said, ‘Jimma…Oh…there you are, baby!!!’ She was soo beautiful!! Her face shone bright….her curly locks pulled up in pony tails the way I used to fix it for her. Her honey colored hair shone as though each strand was brushed with sunshine. In her hands, she held a pretty container. In the container was pencils….with flowers .. Whether placed randomly or growing from the container, I do not know…but the flowers made me think of a bouquet …not midst the pencils….but…a bouquet of flowers with pencils. She said, ‘Mommy, here are your pencils!’….I knelt down…picked up a pencil .. Then another .. Tossing them and said, ‘But, baby, these aren’t my pencils’…..She said, ‘Mommy, here are your pencils’….‘these are your pencils’………..
A DREAM..Saturday, Feb. 19, 2011
I was having much trouble sleeping..due to pain, both mentally and physically. Finally, about six o’clock, I fell asleep….and dreamed…
I was in a strange place….hilly…with strangers surrounding me…languages were being spoken that I couldn’t understand. Someone told me that my Jimma had died and had been buried somewhere amid the hills. I began feverishly searching…..I came to myself digging in a very dry area….dust so thick it seemed hard to breath. I thought I saw my baby and reached down to pick her up….What I thought to be Jimma turned into a cardboard figure…and crumbled. I began crying….searching….asking along the way…whoever would listen….where is my angel?….what am I to do? …..I then came to a place that was very muddy. I sank into the mud…up to my ankles….up to my knees….as I dug deeper into the mire to find where it was my Jimma was buried. Again, I looked around me….shoulder weighed heavily….so hard to breath….the weight of needing to know was so great. Sad…dejected….I looked around me at the rolling hills. Where I stood was red dirt … afar off … I saw green grass .. And strangers….
I began to walk away….and then I heard “Mommy”. I turned to see her…..running to catch up to me. I said, ‘Jimma…Oh…there you are, baby!!!’ She was soo beautiful!! Her face shone bright….her curly locks pulled up in pony tails the way I used to fix it for her. Her honey colored hair shone as though each strand was brushed with sunshine. In her hands, she held a pretty container. In the container was pencils….with flowers .. Whether placed randomly or growing from the container, I do not know…but the flowers made me think of a bouquet …not midst the pencils….but…a bouquet of flowers with pencils. She said, ‘Mommy, here are your pencils!’….I knelt down…picked up a pencil .. Then another .. Tossing them and said, ‘But, baby, these aren’t my pencils’…..She said, ‘Mommy, here are your pencils’….‘these are your pencils’………..
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