This morning I woke just after 5am, and remembered an interesting dream.
I was in my house on top of the hill where I spent enormous amounts of my time in early childhood. It was a house I had not known in waking life. I was with my wife – unknown in waking – and we were looking out of a window, possibly upstairs. I noticed that from the window we could see all the way down the hill to where the field joined the road, and some type of seed bearing crop had been planted. I said to my partner, I have never before seen a crop so dense, so full.
Then a great noise came and the house shook slightly as a huge machine passed as it harvested the crop. I knew that I was expected to go down where the machine was and help with harvesting – something I often did in my youth. I remember holding a small rectangular seed and eating it – it was good.
Then in semi-awake state I was sewing the tops of hemp sacks full of grain. I realised that my life work, started in my youth, had produced this enormous harvest, so took many sacks and left one open for the birds to feed from.
Andrew