One time I dreamed practically.
I was in an empty room
crying loudly for all the ways I never learned to
cry in real life.
A voice from the dark woke me and said:
“Sorry, but this is your life path.
Its not just prophecy,
it is not just sleepwalking,
it’s teaching the world to mourn openly<
to live authentically,
to demand things,
to praise love and humility.
But you must speak.
You’re forgiven for your grandeur,
and we hope you remain prolific,
You are a tongue,
not a gun.
And we have planted love,
everywhere. It is easy to find.“
Are you attainable, Sarah?
We demand strangeness uncontrived.”
-responses from God in dreams, someday, 4:35 am, last spring