The night of August 8th, 2002 I had a very vivid dream, totally different in feeling and texture than any I have ever had. I dream in color, I dream with intensity, but never like this. When I awoke from it deep in the night, I was filled with such a calm, serene, joyful peace that I believe the dream was Divinely Inspired. It centers on a man I care deeply about, the Holy Spirit, obedience, and a wall.
This, then, was the dream:


A Very Vivid Dream

I am in a huge room, totally featureless, and cream colored. I say 'room', but that is not precisely right, because there is only the floor stretching before me that ends in a very large wall: it stretches as wide as I can see, and very, very tall. Throughout the dream I never turn my back on the wall; the wall is always before me, so I do not know what is behind me, or whether the place is enclosed. The man is there, I feel his presence, recognize his spirit and soul by name, but he is not seen physically. Perhaps he is the wall, or his spirit is in the wall, I do not know, just that he is near.      The Holy Spirit comes to me, tells me to let fly a kite. I see then that I hold a beautiful multicolored kite in my hands, with ribbons cascading from it. I raise the kite above my head, and let it fly. It floats and flies upward, out of my sight. Four times the Spirit touches me, and four times I let my kites fly free, trailing ribbons that flutter and ripple, although there is no wind. When the fourth kite has flown away, I lay down on the creamy floor facing the wall, and go to sleep.      There is a horrible explosion, and I wake up knowing there is an enormous, dangerous storm raging on the other other side of the wall. The explosion has blown a huge, jagged, diamond shaped hole in the wall. The man appears physically at this point, on my side of the wall. He walks toward the wall, staring at the huge ragged hole, and the vicious storm on the other side of it. At each of the cardinal points of the hole float my kites, the ones I had set to fly at the Spirit's prompting. Originating from the kites, and linking them, is a force field, an invisible shield, spanning the hole and sealing out the storm. The man touches a kite, and gently runs his hand across the skin of the barrier. His eyes are open wide, and full of wonder.      I am just standing still, watching him as he explores the wall, the kites, and the barrier they have formed. The terrible storm continues to rage, but on this side of the wall there is peace and quiet, a serene feeling. He somehow understands that they are my kites, that I placed them there through the Spirit. He finally turns his back to the wall and walks to me, touches my face, and kisses me- deeply, tenderly, and thoroughly. When the kiss ends, he takes my hand. The wall and the 'room' fade completely away, and only we are left, holding hands.      I awaken.

Copyright August 2002, J Montgomery