Many things happened, there’s a sense of a long story. Threads of people coming together, weaving a story. I’m just at the end of it.
I’m in a room, its large, dark, but lit with dim incandescent bulbs. It’s like a bed room in a royal manor. There’s a large bed with old blankets, still nice and comfortable, but with the feeling of a well made object lasting the test of time.
There’s a woman there. She seems to be present in a sort of physical form, but there’s a sense that this manifestation is just at the surface, that her being extends as a luminous form from the manifestation back to the source.
The bed has four posts at the corners. I un-screw the posts and discover there’s an open space within. There are crystals within each post. I admire them and awake.