the scriptorium

Tuesday, October 08, 2002

I awoke this morning out of a strange, vivid, and intriguing dream. I wanted to make sure I wrote it down before it goes away. I dreamed I was like St. Brigid, dressed in medieval robes, accompanied by other monks, both male and female, and we were in a boat pulling up to shore. When we got to shore, we went briefly exploring until we found a lovely spot on the rise of a hill, in a field of grasses and flowers--kind of a clearing, or maybe closer to the shore. It's already hard to remember. I do remember that when we found the spot, I said, "This is the spot where we will build our monastery." And then it was like a movie when they cut to a new scene, because in the next moment the buildings were up, and it was a bustling place, full of men and women doing various tasks around the compound. And I remember being in awe that the whole thing had come together so quickly.

With dreams like these, you can see why it's so difficult for me to get up some mornings! I just want to stay and watch the rest of the "movie". I also believe that God didn't stop with Peter and John at giving prophetic dreams, so I will meditate on this to see if there could be any deeper meaning that I am to glean from this.

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