From the Vault dream--scribed October 10th, 2007 (scraped from the coda of a letter to a dear freind the date therof)

Here's the dream-- It was a dream that happened the night after I had the dream where you were a cool hippie chick working at this really cool record shop bald with the exception of one beautiful long strand of hair that lingered from the top of your head like a tassel. In this dream was a dream where everything was extremely FLAT and ELONGATED, akin to the "esculent" dream I had a year and a half ago where I was both physically and metaphysially with you in the next world and I woke up dancing (ie--it was a dream where I was literallty there).... ***

I found myself with my mother in the parking lot of the House of Worship. We were in our old family station wagon and the House fo Worship was located in a dilapidated Hispanic Neighborhood, but it was still a Holy and sacred place. My mother was dubious to enter the building but she walked in next to me. When I entered the presence of God was ubiquitous (think flatland the the rich fresh snow white of the dome and the floor where nearly at the same level even thought they weren't)...inside the House of Worship the Golden Emblem for the Greatest Holy name was everywhere, only the gold contained different hues of rich gold that emblazoned in the Persian name in a refulgent teeming cursive of eternity. The House of Worship was nearly empty with the exception of a Moorish Man (he looked kind of like Snoop-dawg clad in a rich burgundy Turban) in the center of the building with a film crew who said they were producing a movie on the Dawn Breakers (or something hold of that nature)....I told my mom a little about the faith and then told her that I needed to adjourn to the cornerstone room to get, "spiritually refreshed."

Since everything in the dream snapped out in front of me in a long elongated hallway the cornerstone room was in the same level as the main dome or throne room. As I approachedthe corner stone room I noticed it was wallpapered with crayola drawings of Abdul-baha...hundreds of drawing that were drawn by little kids so there was a certain spunk and sloppiness about them (perhaps it was a portent to you teaching Sunday school). It was beautiful. All these sketches of Abdul-baha drawn by little kids. As I walked up to the cornerstone I knelt in the exact fashion I dropped to my knees on that beautiful spring day a year and a half ago when we held the stone as one spirit. On that timeless day, I held the relic with my left hand over you right hand. IN the dream, I was holding the stone with my right and it was sending a jolt of peace through my entire body and it felt like it was reading my palm. I thought of you (of course) in the dream and when I turned to my right looking for you there was an empty baby carriage stationed in the exact position where you knelt next to me on that beautiful day.

I smiled,feeling refreshed as if God had just squeezed my hand in encouragement and hope and walked out past the empty baby carriage, past the crayola'd pictured of Abdul-baha, back into the main portion of the House of Worship.

When I entered the dome there was music. The building was FILLED with worshipers and in the center of the dome was a beautiful violinist playing the most beautiful song I had ever heard. I walked near my mother was and bumped in David and Marianne, a cool Baha'i couple I used to hang out with when I was living with Uncle Mike. There three kids were with them as well (the oldest daughter, Katie, I was close too and left my art books for her when I left Uncles Mikes house....David was the gentleman I was standing next to when I attended your BRILLIANT lecture five years ago at GreenLake) It was peaceful being surrounded by so many followers of the faith. I embraced David and Marianne and the three of us cried and I told them I missed them. I then walked back to my mom where she was holding up a pamphlet on Jesus and tried explaining to her the relationship to Christ within the lineage and tenets of the Baha'i faith. I then put a CUBS HAT ON (Talk about hiding the COLOR OF YOUR NAME) and then escorted my mother out back to our vehicle where it was raining....waking up seconds later into a serene atmosphere of Early September light..... more stories to tell but t'night....superpoke foreheadkiss goodnight........

this architectural bliss appears to me in dreams at least once a week.....