Just awoke from this dream:
STL, the Vase and the Air
While walking through a festival in a large park, someone sang a beautiful rendition of “This is the Air I Breathe.”
When I saw the art museum, which also housed a large gift shop with antiques, I knew I had to be in that place. So I ran straight to it, dropping my purse and my phone outside in the park.
When I knocked on the door, I was told they were only open at night but, due to a special occasion, they were open on that particular day.
Many people wandered through, pondering the art exhibit while returning to the eat the mango, assorted nuts and other snacks. The antique furniture exhibit was amazing, and Richard spied a stunning two story vase at the end of the hall, which towered over everyone. It was highly ornate with real gold swirls on forest green, royal purple and blue colors.
A meeting was called, so the people took their seats in rows but then they began to grumble. The leaders were very disappointed and a serious confrontation resulted in the firing of some of the staff who were clearly in mutiny against the leadership. A lawyer, who was one of the leader’s best friends for years, stood up and gave a speech which led to a time of reconciliation.
At that point I didn’t really see any reason to linger there, so I left. After walking back into the park I found my purse and phone, which had a missed call. It was from the leadership, who requested that I return to speak and sing about gratitude, so I did.
Shortly after this meeting another war front opened up and the air turned a pale shade of gray. Naturally I pondered a 2020 dream about the air in the Balkans, and when I looked around, I realized we were in St Louis.
Then I awoke, thanking Adonai for the confirmation of the return to STL. But then I had an immediate impression that we’re not to buy our tickets yet because there’s another assignment and I still don’t know if it’s Texas or Florida, two places I love to visit. Or if it’s the Washington DC area.
Even after writing this I think it might be DC but oy – I really don’t want to go there! But even now I can see the Capitol building and the alabaster monuments along the mall – holding their breath and crumbling from the backside. I’ve never seen the cherry blossoms in full bloom before.
Oy and I suddenly realized the date of this dream is January 6!