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My body is sitting on a grassy yard staring ahead at a stormy sky above the tree line. I am watching just beyond my body. There is a road on either side of me. On my left there is a vehicle and some one like Dave opens the door and shadows, sorrows and a sort of hopelessness pours out. There is a sense that I am looking at the stark underbelly of this life, the wars and killings, the lies and greed, the selfishness and fear, the destruction. The shadow pours out and the field fills with hopelessnes in spite of the drivers assurances that we need a revolution, that we need to LOOK at these things and SEE them in order to change them. My body remains sitting there, eyes on the approaching storm. Then Aunt Bertie appears on my right, she quietly smiles and says, "I choose to focus on something else", the door of a white mini van slides open and light pours out, beautiful brilliant connecting light and HOPE fills the space between the darkness until all is connected and in

Dream. There is a sister staying at our house for a while. She is heavy with child. I cross a wide room toward her, embracing her and telling her that I am so grateful that she has chosen to be with us and share this beautiful time with us. I feel the baby moving in her body,then I feel it low in her back. I say honey you are close. Then I hear a soft baby cry, which doesn't make any sense. I bend down and I can see the babies face through the outstretched skin of her right rear hip. I know that it isn't the right position for the baby whose mouth is opening and closing, but still seems fine. I wake up, concerned and sad.