A Beautiful Dream

A Beautiful Dream

I went on a trip, a journey on sea and in the air. I was to meet a woman I had been corresponding with through social media online. She was a lovely person, an artist, a writer and a sculptor, a peer. She and I had much in common between our artistic fancies and our spiritual outlook. I had only seen pictures of this woman, Allison, and I wasn't sure if I would recognize her in person. She was around 43 years with a small round face, darker hair and dark eyes. A pretty woman whose experiences showed in her face, hard yet soft, older yet youthful. I was excited to meet her.

The place I was traveling to, I had never seen before in real life. It was a lovely place that reminded me of an old Italian or German village. Huge homes dotted across the hills and wide open areas of land, trees and sky. I was to stay at an estate up on one of these hills and my hostess was a very gracious woman. She stood over six feet tall, thin frame and long light brown hair. She was in her mid to late 30's and was very welcoming. Her mansion was designed to look like a cottage which was made from wood beams and natural materials from the forest. It had many bedrooms, bathrooms, a big kitchen and a large open space for gatherings. The land surrounding this home was filled with grassy hills and lots of acreage. Large trees were placed, or left, on the property to provide just enough privacy within the house, a view of the sky during the day and of the stars at night.

The space for gatherings had a high vaulted retractable ceiling with large wooden beams, stone walls a Spanish tiled floor. A long rectangular stone fire~pit almost ran the length of the structure. All of her guests met up here as they came and went about their day. At times it was empty and other times filled to capacity with beautiful women, men and children from all over the world. It was a peaceful, yet energetic space where people felt safe and happy. Where people shared stories and psychedelics. I felt a joy there, a happiness and a freedom I had never felt before.

My hostess informed me that when it came time for me to sleep, I could walk around the house until I found a place I'd like to stay the night. I could choose any room, or any bedroom to sleep in as long as it was available. There were many rooms to choose from. Some were grand bedrooms with high ceilings and king size four poster beds with fancy wooden furniture and walk in closets. Some of the rooms were smaller, less decorative, simple and with only a matress and small dresser. There were many children's rooms too with little beds and cute animal decor, some had cribs with plush blankies and stuffed animals. Girls rooms, boys rooms, toys and a playful sweet energy I adored. So, I chose a little girl's room to sleep in. I met this child earlier in the evening during a gathering. She was friendly and talkative and a joy to be around. She was around six years of age and learning to read. She was very good at reading actually, and very smart. I got along with her as I remembered my inner child and we played a game of checkers. I was happy to have found her room and she was happy to have a sleepover with me and one other little girl around three years of age.

I slept well and dreamt vividly during the night. I woke refreshed and a little hungry. I wandered through the house, it was quiet and the windows were open letting in a light breeze of morning air. Not hot, not cold, just cool. My hostess approached me and offered a male guide to lead me into town to meet the woman I was there for. I agreed. He was a nice man, mid 50's, with a warm smile and dark curled hair. Others wanting to go into town joined us in the van and we set off. The town was built within the hilly landscape, again reminding me of an old village from Italy or Germany. Narrow cobble streets ran into town lined on both sides with little markets, various shops, eateries and cafes. I spotted a little corner cafe and asked that I be dropped off there. I went inside, ordered an herbal tea and eggs and toast for breakfast. I sat outside on the covered veranda the cafe offered and enjoyed the view, as I watched people walk by.

It was warm and sunny with a cozy breeze and the air smelled of water, I felt there must be a large body of water near by. People were smiling and laughing as they walked through the narrow street. Shopping, eating and playing. I looked to my right and noticed four women walking up the street in my dirction. Three black women and one white woman ranging in ages between twenty and sixty years. They were beautiful women, glowing and wearing spaghetti strap, floral, flowing long dresses. Colorful and bright, these women carried an energy that was so attractive to my senses and to my spirit. As they came closer I saw that each of them wore a shiny, colorful, glittery butterfly painted on her chest, Incredible! Each butterfly was different in the choice of colors and sizes, and each so unique They walked single file through the village, greeting every face that looked upon them with big smiles and acknowledging nods. As they walked by, right in front of me, the details of their glowing faces and colorful butterflies were spellbinding. The fourth woman in this group was the eldest, the matriarch, and she had the biggest, most colorful butterfly of the four of them.

I had to know who they were and what they did. I asked my guide and he told me that they are spiritual healers and guides for the town. The people called them "The Butterflies." They work with many people and were enlightened. I was so excited to learn this. I asked my guide how one could become a part of the "butterflies" and he said that only a select few could join them. Either the matriarch of the group had to choose you or someone in the group had to leave, or even die. I understood that I wasn't ready to go through the extensive process of being chosen so I just admired them and the work they were doing.

My guide informed that another group was headed our way and possibly the woman I was to meet. She walked up to me as I sat drinking my tea and I felt that she was very familiar. I looked her face over and over at all the details and it hit me. "You're her! You're Allison, the woman I am supposed to meet here!" She acknowledged with a laugh and big smile. I noticed she was topless, as a few of the women in this town were and I admired her for her bravery, but I didn't wish to expose myself. She covered her breasts, then I stood and hugged her close. We walked through the town discussing art and writing and we talked about the "butterflies." We enjoyed the rest of the day together until it was time to head back to the estate for another gathering and a spread of food from the potluck. Allison joined us on our return. When we pulled up to the estate, people were entering the gathering space carrying their dishes of fantastic smells. Many more children were here this time and I was happy to see them. Little babies and toddlers made up the most of the group of the children this night.

Our hostess decided to open the roof of the space to let the forecasted rain in, but it didn't rain afterall, so she quickly rounded up some men and had an inverted dome built over the top of the space to catch water from the sprinklers pointed at the dome. Little openeings were cut into the material to give the effect of rain! It was amazing! She lit the fire in the pit and it stayed burning even with the water dripping down. It was a big fire that danced and glowed, flames rose to the edge of the ceiling. It was a beautiful sight. The people at this gathering were again of mixed nationalities and sexes and lots of children. Mostly women this time, mothers. I did not have my own children with me so I was glad there were so many. Some of the mothers went off on their own leaving me and a girl about 11 years of age to watch over the playing and sleeping babies. We were happy to do so.

Most of the babies and toddlers were girls, which also delighted me. I talked to them and they answered back, not the usual age of a talking child. These were infants, talking to me! I asked one of the little girl babies, maybe seven months old, if she needed her diaper changed. "Yes I do," she responded. So I changed her little diaper and asked if she felt better. "Yes I do," she replied. It was sweet and charming to be hanging out with such beautiful, smart babies. Another baby girl was a little smelly and I asked her too if she needed a diaper change. "No I don't," she said sternly. "Are you sure?" I asked. "No, I don't want to right now," she said. I thought this to be funny. Not as in a joke funny, but rather the difference in demeanor and attitude of the baby girls so similar in age.

As the night drew on and the babies became sleepy, the little girl and I put each one to bed one at a time until they were all snuggled up in their beds. After this was done the girl went off to bed and the gathering of people was breaking up, some in small groups, some left and some went off to bed. I began to look for a place to sleep and I came across Allison. She asked if I enjoyed my evening and my time here and I told her it was the best time I ever had and thanked her. I found my lovely hostess and thanked her too. The most beautiful place with the most beautiful people and I felt honored to have been included. I went to bed that night in another childs room with the matress close to floor. As I lay there looking up at the projected stars circling the room, I felt gratefull and happy to have been given this dream, this story of a reality...