(Sunday, July 14, 2013) The first night at Kerkrade, Netherlands, at the Rolduc Abbey, I was awakened by marching feet, moving rhythmically down the long corridor. Each footstep rattled the double locks in the metal bedroom doors.
At the 2013 conference in Virginia Beach, I was awakened several times the second night by male revelers in the hall, shouting and slamming doors. I didn’t recognize the language they spoke. I was certain it was not European. For some reason I thought it was African. I later learned from John, our guide on the dolphin kayak trip, that if you paddle out too far into the ocean, the currents will take you to Africa.
The first night I slept peacefully and had a lovely dream of holding a newborn baby in my arms. I was both mother and child.
I love all you waking dream stories. Brings the conference alive again!