I have had many many many dreams that take place in India. Most of them have involved me being in a white dress tied to a wooden cross and being carried through a crowd of people. OR, I have been in that crowd, looking up and seeing the woman in the white dress who is being burned and is shrieking. Sometimes I am at the top of a parapet, tied to a cross and wearing a white dress. Sometimes I am pregnant being carried through the streets. ALways in a white dress. Always tied to a cross. But I myself never burn, and the woman I always see is always burning and shrieking.
ANyway, this particular dream was my first non-nightmare that took place in India.
It was an absolutely gorgeous day. Beyond gorgeous. It was surreal. I was hiking up a mountain in India with my Dad. We were having the most amazing time, bonding and hiking and enjoying our surroundings. We came to the top of the mountain, and suddenly I realized that this was an extremely holy place. I looked to the east and saw a glistening white palace in the distance. I knew that I had to go there. i had some purpose. As I approached the palace, Dad looked at me and said "I will meet you down below. This experience is something I cannot share with you."
I nodded and mused to myself about how much I really loved him as he meandered down the path to the city below.
The palace was there in front of me, beautful and pearl colored. There were women. TOns and tons of the most beautiful women there, all wearing the traditional garb of India. They were in three lines. The young girls, the young women, and the adult women. They were doing an intricate dance. And they seemed like holograms as they dance. Suddenly their ranks opened up to reveal a pool of light in the center, And in groups they began dancing into the pool, some of them still dancing as they were submerged in it, then reappearing in the court, being raised back up. The pool was the most extraordinary thing I had ever seen. And a voice whispered to me:
