SEEING THE DEAD

I am in an apartment and am talking with a woman who is perched on a stool by a window. She is middle-aged, has short black hair and is rather plump. There is something familiar about her, and it's disturbing me on several levels - I know I should recognize her, and when I do, I know I will realize that this is not to be. It's an instinctual feeling. 

I go into another room to get something and hear her say, "In order for us to go swimming, we need to have one more person with us." 

"Yes, I know, we're supposed to be in a group of three. How about I ask Deborah Grant? She wanted me to go with her."

Suddenly, I know who it is that is sitting in my living room - it's my mother! And yet, it doesn't really look like her - her face is somehow different. I march up to her and look carefully at her. 

"You know you're not supposed to be here. You told me that the last time you visited me. In case you have forgotten, you are dead. You have been dead for many, many years now! Who are you!?"

At that the woman just smiles and begins to shift, and morph into something not human. Before me now is a creature very much like a green Chinese dragon, with red around the eyes and lips, the scales gleaming like emeralds, but it does not grow, retaining the height of a human.

It rears up, and I step back. I am afraid but refuse to show that fear. Staring it straight in the brilliant eyes, I again ask, "Who are you!?" Once again the creature begins to blur and shift, and now I see a young man dressed in a red and green Renaissance outfit. He tells me not to be afraid, that he isn't going to harm me. In fact, quite the opposite. As he speaks, he moves out into the middle of the room and a suitcase materializes on the couch which he beings to pack. By the time he reaches the couch, he is now dressed in a pair of Hawaii shorts and shirt, again predominantly green. He says, "See? I am packing and won't bother you again." 

But now, I am not wanting him to go, I want to find out who he is and what he is doing in my apartment. I ask him this and he tells me (something that I can't quite remember). Something catches my eye, and I now see another young man, who looks very similar to my "intruder" leaning against another chair, wearing a similar outfit, but this one is more beige and blue. He has a glass in his hand, and he salutes me with this. Both the men have dark curly hair and dark eyes. And they both look at me as though they expect me to recognize them. I feel very frustrated that I fail to do so.

Suddenly it hits me! It has been so long since I've seen the Brothers, my Guardians! I shout at them, begging them to stay. I am overwhelmed with a feeling of love and affection, and the sure knowledge that I am never alone. I rush to one that is packing, while the other joins us in a deep hug. We stay like this until I feel that something is changing. 

The room swirls around me, and although I know I am still hugging someone, I know it is not the Brothers any more. I open my eyes, and see myself in a room full of people, some of whom are in garb, others in robes. I am hugging some friends, one of whom is Brandi Fraser. She grabs my hand, and I the hand of another, and step lively into a beautiful Spiral Dance...