Dream of:
23 November 1995 "Grace In Church"
epiphany of grace
to awaken in a dream
oh how sweet the voice
Another person and I were sitting in a large room with many other people. In the center of the room was what appeared to be a boxing ring, and inside the ring were two women. Slowly I realized that one of the women was Hillary Clinton. It took me a while to recognize her because she was dressed so strangely: she looked as if she were dressed as an Eastern belly dancer, or a woman of low repute, perhaps from India. She had short black hair, cut in bangs across the front, in a style that seemed like something from an old silent movie.
Her garb reflected her independent attitude. It said that even though she was a prominent person, she could dress however she wanted. It was all supposed to symbolize the freedom and independence of women, and at different times, many women in the crowd around the rink applauded enthusiastically.
As I watched, I realized what I was seeing wasn't actually taking place right then. It was prerecorded and had taken place at some time in the past, so Hillary wasn't actually there present with us. However, what I was seeing seemed and looked so real, I could tell no difference between what I was seeing and reality.
The other woman in the ring with Hillary was dressed in equally outlandish attire, and the two began to put on a show. It wasn't entirely clear to me what they were doing, but it certainly caught my attention. At one point, the other woman lay down on her back, and Hillary lay down on top of her, in the opposite direction so their heads were at different ends. Their stomachs were touching, and I began to wonder if they were going to engage in some kind of sexual display. Instead, Hillary began jumping straight up into the air and coming back down on the other woman's stomach. Some women applauded, but I failed to grasp the significance.
What I did grasp was something quite different: in the background, I began to hear people singing beautifully. Looking around, I noticed something that had escaped me at first: I was actually in a church. Behind me and on all sides I could see the rich, dark wood which appeared to be ornately carved.
As I listened to the music, I recognized the song: "Amazing Grace." I could distinctly hear every word: "Amazing grace, how sweet the voice, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found, was blind but now can see."
I leaned over toward my companion – a woman – sitting on my right. I pressed my head against the back of her chair which was finished with a soft pink velvet. I felt choked up emotionally, for the song seemed to mirror my feelings so well. I was indeed a wretch. Somehow I had lost sight of my own life and what I was doing. I didn't even think about spiritual matters anymore – I had basically given up trying to understand such things. And yet, amidst it all, I saw that there was still hope, and somehow, this thing called "grace" could save me – could even save an undeserving wretch like me. It was indeed amazing. It was a small – but powerful – epiphany for me, and I continued with my head pressed into the soft velvet.
Dream Commentary of 29 January 2016
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