I am spending some time with a spiritually awakened family at their home in the mountains, aware that I am dreaming. After a lengthy visit, with several scenes, I “wake up” in the dream to find I am still at their house! It is high in the mountains, and there is still a little snow at this time of year. The air is wonderful; cool, crisp and full of oxygen. I think I could come to love this climate.
I can’t get over my amazement about waking up and still being in the place of the dream. I say to the man of the house, “Last night, I dreamed I was here with you, and this morning, I woke up here!” My attempt to engage him in conversation fails. I try again and he ignores me. I persist, and he says, “Forget about it.” I insist on the question, and he finally says something which indicates that I ought to be less focused on my amazement and more focused on being here. He seems a little impatient with me. I immediately break off my questioning, embarrassed that I forgot again, saying something like, “Of course!” As if to counterbalance his abruptness, the woman gives me a sweet smile and says, “This is a very high place.” I know she has used “High” in the metaphysical sense, like exalted.
I look out at the view, and it is indeed high in the physical sense as well, right up in some mountain peaks. I am startled to see blue and red rocks dotting the white snow, then see they are part of an american flag design that encompasses the nearby cirque. I find myself wishing the landscape could have been left alone, as I am not proud of my country’s behavior these days, and I marvel that this house of spirit exists so near to the patriotic imagery.
Then, feeling ready to go home, I am attempting to round up my stuff when I discover another amazement: In a VW bus outside, there are things of mine from another time. I have been here before! I am thinking I am very far from home, and wondering how I will get back. (I am completely sure that I am awake somewhere in the Rocky Mountains.) It occurs to me that, if I ask, maybe God will help me, and at that instant, I wake up in my bed at home: The simple act of awakening now feels miraculous.