Several years ago I dreamed that I was at a rest stop along a highway. A funeral procession was walking by, carrying my foster daughter on a bier. Horrified, I asked what they were doing and someone replied, "The little girl is dead." I started screaming, "She's not dead! She's alive!" Then I turned and saw a large square of metal, the shape and color of a fuse box, but solid. Suddenly lightening hit it and transformed it into a crystal with 100 facets, and from the center it glowed with an amethyst light.
I turned back to the funeral procession; it had disappeared and in its place was a flowering tree. Somehow I knew there were 100 blossoms on the tree, the same number as there were facets in the crystal.
At the time, my foster daughter was healthy, and I had no interest in crystals or colors or anything of the kind. But it was an amazing dream that has stayed with me.
Any ideas? Thanks.
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