The Burwell House Mysteries-Part 5
I bolted up in my bed. I felt so confused, where am I? What was that figure in front of me? She was so beautiful. It was fuzzy but in the distance, I could see this person, this pretty little person. She wore a white lace dress with a golden ribbon that wrapped around her neck and tied into a delicate bow in the front. My gaze turned to confusion when I saw her floating closer to me. " Hi, I am here to welcome you" she said, as she curtsied. " Who are you I exclaimed?" " I am so glad to meet you. I thought you would never see me. What took you so long? I have been trying to get your attention." She was so beautiful that she did not appear real. Her skin was pale white like that of a porcelain doll. Her smile made dimples come to life on her sweet face. I was so taken with this beautiful being.
"Please forgive me, but I thought I was asleep." " You are asleep silly, don't they teach you, that in the middle of sleep and waking is when you see what is real, what is true? "
Now the only sound I heard was the beautiful voice of a young girl giggling. It was so pure, so endearing, so powerful . My heart was full, experiencing the feeling of deep love and understanding and I felt a deep compassion. I felt so connected, so full of purpose. The precious voice kept giggling and trailed off into the distance.
Opening up my eyes in my soft comforting bed, I realized I had been sobbing. My pillow was wet with tears and part of me was upset I awoke. " I don't want to be awake, I want to be with that girl again. I know she is real. Little girl, little girl please come back. I know you were here."
The phone rang and jolted me out of my altered state. I crawled over to the phone in my room, picked up and heard Ron's voice saying, "Courtney, your never going to believe what happened to me last night. We have to get together. We have so much to talk about. He stammered as if he were about to burst. Can you meet me in the front of the library at 2:00 P.M. today?" " Ron, your right, we do have a lot to talk about, something happened to me too. I can't wait to see you. We have a lot of research to do on this. I'll see you later this afternoon.
I got out of bed and let my night gown slip off. I grabbed my white Tommy Hilfieger towel, threw it over my shoulder and glided quickly across the cold tile floor into the shower. I tilted my head back under the running water and let it's warmth indulge me in it's flow. I could not get the vision of the little girl out of my mind. I felt such a connection with her. What is it, what am I supposed to know I thought? I know this, I felt that her and I were kindred spirits. I know she was real.
I looked through my project papers and read three more chapters in the book "The Secret." On one page I came across a quote from Einstein that said, "Time is just an illusion." I knew this to be true. I could not explain it but I knew when I dreamt of the little girl, she was real, we were together. No one could tell me any different. This reminded me of a term coined by Carl Jung, a Swiss psychologist, referred to as "a big dream." Big dreams are real, only we are in a different dimension. Quantum physics prove that time flows simultaneously. What this means is that time does not actually exist, meaning that past, present and future are all one. When you look at the ramifications of this model it is mind boggling. It explains that what we want for our life now, not only can happen, but it is happening. It all exists at the same time.
Before I left to meet Ron, I had one more concept to conquer. I had to research what the little girl meant when she said that the dream state gives way to truth and knowing. I found the term hypnagogic which refers to the state in sleep that gives way to the unconscious. That must be what the girl was talking about. Perhaps the state between dreams and waking life is where knowledge and answers come from. I know that some of the biggest issues in my life have been resolved and become crystal clear because of my dreams.
"Only when I am on the brink of sleep,
with the consciousness that I am so..."
Edgar Allan Poe
© 2011 Laura Rogers