In one segment, I was watching a late-night talk show on TV. The house band decided they were walking off the set, and they did--live on the air. There was a mad scramble to replace them. Guys from the audience rushed to the stage and manned all of the instruments. When they began to play, a blue curtain rose to reveal a huge choir, clad in robes. They looked terrified, and were barely singing. One of my Vision brothers, Byron, was suddenly directing them. I started screaming, "Look! It's Byron! Byron's on TV!" He was wearing a blue striped shirt and slacks, and had apparently been sitting in the audience too. (Perhaps the choir's director had left with the band.) The choir seemed more confident, and began to really sing! Byron motioned for a soloist to step forward to a microphone with one hand, and kept directing with the other. He made some kind of gesture to the sound man to either turn on, or adjust the microphone that was nearest him. The whole time he was communicating with the sound people to fix everything back the way it was, he never stopped directing the choir. When the soloist was done, Byron turned around to the audience and began to sing, himself.
In another segment, several people had come to my home. I had apparently been babysitting. I walked everyone to their car when it was time to leave. I waved goodbye to them as they drove away, and was skipping back to the house. I was smiling and happy. My hair was all over my head, bouncing, and like a thick natural cloud. I was wearing a sleeveless, short gray sundress. (It never fails. There's always some indication that it WAS a dream...The gigantic Afro...The sundress...The SKIPPING.)
In the last segment I was amongst a crowd of people in the basement of a church. There was food everywhere. People were laughing, talking, and greeting one another as if they hadn't seen each other in a while. One person was snapping photos with an old-fashioned camera. The person asked if I would take a photo with the pastor. I agreed. He put his arm around my shoulder, and pressed his face against mine. The person took the picture, and as I turned to my right, there was a small group of women glaring at me. I quickly turned away, and was suddenly in a room where 2 older ladies were unfolding a large paper tree that had hundreds of gold paper leaves. I began helping them with it. They said it was a prayer tree, and that people would be coming in to the room. Sure enough, people DID begin filling the folding chairs that were set up. The women encouraged everyone to take a leaf off of the tree and read it so the pastor would know what to pray for. He came in, took a leaf off of the tree and began speaking to me. "When you were a little girl and trying recipes, you would always follow the directions exactly, but then, you would always add something extra." He then looked past me to the back of the room. My mother was sitting there. He asked, "Isn't that right, Sister Williams?" My mom smiled and nodded her head. I didn't know that she was there. The pastor continued, "Even when you go, you're never too far away. You always stay just close enough." The people in the room had begun to talk amongst themselves as he spoke, and it got a little noisy. The pastor quieted them, and began to pray.
Then, I woke up. I wish I could remember the song Byron was singing...: )
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