I had a vivid dream. I was in the nunnery. I kept wanting to go someplace, they kept steering me in the path I should go.

It was a cement landing. One led to staircase going down. If I choose that one I would go down that flight of stairs and to freedom. I moved toward it, a nun steered me to the other direction which is going back into the nunnery. I tried to take the stairs and again I was steered toward the direction leading into the nunnery.

I did not feel I fit in the nunnery and kept doing opposite things and just wanted to be alone. I kept wanting to run away yet want to stay. One nun died. The atmosphere was sad, eerie and the while a strange music was playing, Haunting.

There were food.

There were good nuns and bad nuns, they treated me like a misfit.

A loud voice boomed at me asking, “Would you like your mother spend your life praying for …. I saw Ma always deep in prayer. I saw myself spending long periods in deep prayer and answered, “Yes, I would.” And woke up

I wrote down the dream or I would not have remember any of it except for that voice asking if I would do like my mother, give myself up to prayer.

I think the dream was in answer to my thought processes. Yesterday evening, I thought, Dianne asked her spirit why I have 6 angels, the answer was because I am a healer. I thought, I never really do any healing. And wondered if my meditation and work as caregiver could count. The dream was the answer.