I am standing in a room of no particular interest, coloring of no special interest. There is nothing to distract me from the pail that sits before me. I lean down and wobble the pail. Inside lay a package wrapped in plastic. I begin to lift the package out when I notice a picture. It is attached to both the inside of the pail and the package itself. It is the 4x6 picture of a woman, who I sense is from the 1950s. She is caucasion, dark hair cut short wearing what I see as a sweater. The picture is of her profile and she is facing to her right (my left). I sense that I know this woman, that she has died some time ago and that this package must have belonged to her.

I retrieve the package, which is flat and 8.5 x 11. The outer wrapping is plastic. The inner wrapping appears to be white tissue paper. I take the package to a table, lay it flat and unwrap both the outer wrapping and the softer inner wrapping. At its core are a series of photographs, also black and white. I sense no particular date of the photographs with any clarity. The date(s) are not important as I reflect on it, because each picture covers various dates. The pictures themselves are of adults standing in a graveyard, looking forlorn and distracted. There is not clear sense of grief on the faces of the adults. They look distracted. As I reflect upon it, they seemed to be "not seeing" or trying to "not see" as seems more applicable. Surrounding these people are a multitude of children, frozen in time. Other photographs of other vantage points show children of various ages throughout the graveyard in large numbers. I am told that these children were trying to get the attention of the adults but that the adults simply would not or could not see them. Upon my receiving this message, all of the pictures of all of the vantage points came to life and began unfolding like movies. Children were skipping, and dancing, and some had formed circles of hands and were playing favorite chilhood games. In the midst of this, one child, slightly older, caught my attention. Of course, at that point the I realize that they were all stuck in one place. I sensed them as "ghosts" in my dream, which illicited a smile from the older child. They were all excited because I was the first adult whose attention they had received and now they were moving onward.

As I watched them shimmering in and out, I emerged from my dream, knowing that they would be safe. As I awoke, I sensed that I should post this dream. In posting this dream, I am also helping the woman pictured in the 4x6 to complete a task she feared completing in life.






   E.

Bets,

It could have been. The thought crossed my mind as I was writing it; however, during the process, the whole situation carried a strange vibe to it that I can't explain, either one way or the other. I chose the simplest route. Lately, considering my phasing in and out between waking and projecting, it has become commonplace for me to think it happened. It felt like it was me during something now to fix something then. That is the emotional theme that permeated it from beginning to end.


E.

EE;
This is a clasic book retreival as far as i'm concern.
Got the feeling that the slightly older kid looking at you was the  guide,wanted you to pay more attention.
Yes as far as i'm concern it was a group retreival.
Try to go back and see if there're any remants.
With love, Romain