Tuesday, May 1, 2018
I was part of a team playing softball. I was in the shape I am now, maybe worse. Usually when I am in my own dream I am 30ish and in very good shape. I wandered the field a little hoping to play, but it was as if the team did not want me, and that I was no good. I found a hole in a little dirt rise near the fence in left field, or just outside left field, crawled in, curled up, and disappeared. Odd, I used to be quite good at softball.
Large, white owl coming down to me from high on the altar wall in a large church cathedral.
I felt peace and expectation.