Great Grey Owl dream May 2, 1998
A dream about my beautiful friend the Great Grey owl.
The dream began with Patrick and me walking up the hill at night. This was the foot of the mountain where we walked most nights to watch the stars. There were three different groups of people having parties on the hill and the last one was down Juniper street at the end of the road. You could see a bonfire at that house and Patrick wanted to get a cigar from home and go sit with those people for awhile. I really didn’t want to, but I waited for him to go get the cigars from home.
As he was leaving, I heard the great grey call, something I hadn’t heard for quite some time. The sound was getting closer and I looked around, trying to locate where it was. I saw him fly through the trees between the neighbours house across the street and land on the wire near the pole at the corner of their lot. Then he slowly inched his way towards me.
I just stood there so happy to see him again, it had been four years since we had our last encounter. I now realized how much I had missed him over these years and was content just to watch. Before long he had moved along the wire until he was right above me. We stared at each other and then a beautiful gift was given.
He brought his left wing down until it touched my face, only it was not feathers I felt or saw, but a gentle white hand. Small, soft and cool. I became very emotional as I reached up with my right hand to hold his hand against my cheek.
Feathers to me epitomize grace I could never have imagined a wing of such great strength transforming into delicate beauty, pure energy gently grazing my cheek. Magnificent!
This was when I must have awakened because I do not remember anything else, although I feel there was more, something hovering on the edge of memory but it escapes me. Perhaps one day this message will return…
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