I dreamt last night of love so intense it woke me from my sleep and caused me weep.
I don't mean the love of a person, though a person was involved. The person was merely the conduit. The visual expression of this spiritual encounter. I closed my eyes and kissed them on the forehead and they spoke "I'm kissed."
I dreamt of love.
In it's purest most inexpressible form.
I wept for I was not alone.
I wept for I was safe.
I wept for I was comforted.
I wept for I was loved.
I wept for I had never experienced such miraculous intimacy.
I weep now remembering. So pure, so devastating.
Many years ago I had a similar spiritual encounter in a dream. I saw two mercury-like bubbles hovering over a pool of light. The two bubbles swirrled together around each other and a voice from somewhere said "The hugging of souls". I was one of the mecury-like bubbles...the other was unknown. I wept that night as well with the same intensity.
I cannot help but think that what I experienced last night was a moment with God. A moment in God. I wish everyone could feel what I felt. I wish everyone could know.
I wish I could return to that dream. To be held once more in the intimate grasp of eternity and light.
I know not the meaning of this dream. I only know that it was real and significant and has fundamentally altered me on a spiritual level...forever.
