| The most contemplative dream I received, I was with my husband sightseeing in a quaint old town. We stopped to look at an old stone church like there are in Ireland. On the corner of the property was the largest tree I have ever seen, kind of like an umbrella. We stood under it and the branches and foliage was so dense it did not let any light through. At the very top I saw a beautiful fat ripe pear. Only one on the whole tree, and I said "I bet that pear is juicy. "Too bad I can't reach it." My husband, (with a flyswatter of all things) reached up and got it for me and handed it to me. I then awoke never being able to figure out what the heck it all meant. |
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