A vision.

Last night, after I started this blog, I fell asleep and dreamt I had a vision. I was sleeping on the couch (which I was, due to my cold and my nose blowing). I lay on my back, a dark shadow fell over me, it was like a heavy weight. It held me down and at the same time lifted me off the couch and lay me on the floor beside the couch. The shadow in front of me started to change, I watched it turn into a helium balloon. It was white with light blue trim and writing, the writing kept changing.

I thought, this is it, finally, something is happening, this will be an important message, this is from my mother.....

I could not read what it said and then it said "With Deepest Sympathy" and then continued to change. I could not make out anything else. I reached up and grabbed it in my hands and knew that I should pop it. I squeezed it as hard as I could and it popped. When it did, daylight broke outside my big picture window in the living room, a cloud of red, orange and yellow balloons complete with confetti lifted up from the ground, along with a huge purple cartoon hippo and Joseph (my husband) also flew from this explosion, smiling... into the air....

A voice came from the hippo, it was John Goodman's voice. With great gusto and joy he pronounced, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

In my dream I thought it was a real vision. It made a great amount of sense. But I did not wake up on the floor. It may have been just a Nyquil night time tablet induced dream.