Last night I dreamt about Lesley again. I've been dreaming about her more and more lately. I was 'living' in an old, abandoned house. It was horrible but I could not seem to escape from it. It was my 'home'. The decrepid house had no heat, no electricity. The walls and floors were damp and mouldy. Wallpaper was peeling off the walls and there was tarpaper underneath. I could hear rats in the night but couldn't see them because there was no electricity in this house. I kept stumbling from room to room, falling over broken furniture and mangled carpets trying to find the door to the outside, trying to get away. But I couldn't find any doors. I was sealed in! It was cold in there. I could fee the winter wind blowing in through the busted windows. My throat filled with dust and I was coughing and crying. I fell down onto a dank, lumpy mattress that smelled of stale booze and urin. I could not move. I called out for Lesley to help me because she was my older sister and I was afraid. I had been in that abandoned house for a long, long time. As long as I could remember, like a long-lost prisoner in the dreaded Bastille Prison in France!
Suddenly a hand reached down to me in the dark, and in that murky dimness I could just make out Lesley's slim hand and arm but could not see her face. "Take my hand Helene!", Lesley whispered and I did! As soon as my cold hand slid into her warm one I saw her! We were both underwater and I could see Lesley floating in front of me with her long, dark brown wavy hair swirling all around her in the beautiful, turqouise water. She smiled at me and pointed upwards so I looked andhere, way above us, through the water and beyond our planet, was the moon, huge and full, shimmering in the night and lighting up our ocean with a mystical blue-white lgith. Dazzling me. I turned to look abck at Lesley and at that instant I woke up.
I felt filled with some kind of awe-filled peace and relief, like something terribly heavy had just been lifted from me.
Love from Helene.