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The description I am about to relate to you is neither true nor physical. Though I wished, it were! I don’t often night dream, but this one night, many years ago, I truly did. This is my dream.

I was walking through this very lonely, barren wasteland. The earth was cracked and dries and there was tumble weed laying about, unmoving. There was not so much as a whisper of breeze present. I just stood there gaping. I tried to think of my situation, when panic struck. My legs became weak and I began to tremble. Suddenly I started running, but I didn’t know to where, I just ran. All at once darkness fell. The moon was pallid and hardly shone light enough for me to follow. Then what seemed like several minutes, day light returned, and I was very confused and frightened.

I stopped running and looked about so I could get some bearings on my directions. It seemed as if I had ran nowhere . Everything looked exactly the same. I knelt down, and with my head in my hands, I wept. When I raised my head, I saw the shape of the Goddess laying majestically against the sky. As I walked closer, I can’t emphasize the feeling of calm and felicity I was feeling. It was as though I had a rendezvous at this place and it hand a meaning.

I came upon an old adobe building and with those types of buildings the walls were thick. The interior and exterior plaster surfaces were separated by a good two feet of sun - dried bricks of earth and straw. The construction provided such efficient insulation that the building would require no air-conditioning, and only minimal heating in the cold. This I discovered was an old mission. The small room was a rectangular box with rounded corners - except it's face. Therewere green foliage all around, with beautiful flowers growing everywhere. Out of the flowers, I made a small festoon and placed it on my head. This magically place was a sanctuary, and it gave me great peace!

The front wall extended above the flat roof, which was made into a parapet. As I stepped onto the balcony, I saw such a breathtaking view. The steps narrowed like a stile and on top of this, a Celtic Cross. From a distance, the cross dominated the building, but as I came closer, eyes shifted to the massive hand - carved double doors held in place by huge wrought iron hinges. I was thinking, such doors where commonplace at the time the mission was built, but today they would cost thousands of dollars - if they could be obtained at all. There was such a serenity all around me and it calmed my very being.

When I woke I could not believe that it was only a dream, it was so vivid. I figured the dream had a meaning and was trying to tell me something. Finally, I grasped what it meant. No matter how low or negative you feel, or how depressed you are, there is always someone or something beautiful and innocent to wake up the hope that was so far buried within you. I had such a tenacious feeling about that place, that I often wish I could dream that dream again.