The quickly moving clouds covered a bright sun. It appeared that he was moving toward heaven. Everything was so lovely. It was so good to float freely through the warm air. What could be more appealing than this?
An exquisitely carved white lectern appeared before him. An open book like one signs at weddings was upon it. Then she appeared again just as she had in so many other dreams. She was an incredible beauty dressed in a white gown, her light brown hair
hanging long below her shoulders.This loveliness was matched by
a white feather that she wore in her hair.
She was coming toward him walking on the clouds. When she
reached the lectern she stopped and took the feather out of her
hair. Then she wrote something in the book that was on the lectern.
After writing she turned to him and smiled while holding out the
white feather to him.
The scene slowly changed. He was in an office looking at a hugehourglass which was sitting on a desk in front of him. The white sand in the hourglass fell unceasingly but it seemed that it would never come to an end.
The scene blended into another;standing now in a vast field,
the skies about him were dark and threatening and he felt
afraid. The clouds gave birth to a huge cyclone that was so large and powerful that he felt that he wanted to turn and run away as fast as he could. But try as he might he couldn’t get away from it fast enough. Just as the giant cloud seemed to catch up to him...
The scene changed again.The moonlight over the river revealed a much more welcome sight. The same beautiful woman he had seen earlier came up slowly out of the water. The light of the moon revealed her silhouette from her navel to the top of her head. He trembled at the sight of her beauty. She looked at him and held out her arms bidding him come to her. He started floating in her
direction. His distinct impression was that her sweet lips would
bring him untold bliss.
The White Feather
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