LET'S EAT

This evening I dozed off while reading "We Dickinsons" and awakened with the open book fallen over my face. What awakened me was a female visitor. She was very tall, very slender, very gentle, very pale and very quiet. How she entered I know not. She wore a soft pale green flowing garment. Her rather long reddish hair fell over her face as she bent over me and laid an incredibly long narrow hand across my diaphragm. For just one incredible moment she stayed. Then suddenly she stood upright, turned and left with the silence of a ghost.

On Dec 29, 2010 I dreamed I was standing in the snow at Wallis' house on tract 33, Cass Lake. I went inside. A pan of chicken parts was frying. The torso was frying in another pan and one pan had a pancake cooking in it. I went into the living room. Paul and Brenda E were there. Brenda was beading and Paul was cutting quilt blocks. They spoke but I couldn't hear them. I went into the bedroom looking for Wallis. No one was home. I asked Brenda who was cooking and a small voice behind me said, "I am." I turned to see Cedar in a long apron. She was holding a spatula. We returned to the kitchen. She flipped the flapjack expertly and I put the chicken torsion in the oven. Paul and Brenda left without speaking. I saw that the snow was gone and it had turned to spring. Cedar said, "The chicken smells good. Let's eat." So we sat down to enjoy the pancakes. I woke up very happy.