Church.

Dear Fleur.
My heart feels so beautiful this morning.
I had a dream last night.
I think it was the best dream I've ever had.

I was running really fast. Wearing a dress. A guy was chasing me. And I was afraid. And I had a really bad headache from running so hard.
I didn't know where to go.
But then suddenly, there was this church. A church I'd never seen before. And I ran in through the front doors, and the guy behind me didn't follow me. He was scared to go into the building.
When I ran through the doors, I realized I didn't know any of the people. I interrupted their little Bible Study.
They were singing.
The Preacher is the one who is clearest in my mind. I remember he was a younger man. Around 26 years old probably. He was tall. He had chocolate coloured hair. And warm brown eyes. And a nice nose. I remember liking his nose. And he was dressed casually. Jeans. A tee shirt. And he didn't have shoes on. I remember that too. No shoes. I remember he walked over to me, and I looked down at myself, and I saw that my dress was dirty. I was dirty. My head was hurting. And I was crying. Because I was still afraid. I started saying "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." over and over again. But he wasn't listening to me. Instead, he took his arms and wrapped them around me. And laid his head on top of mine. And said very clearly, "It's okay. You're safe."
And my headache was gone. And my heart in my dream filled up with something gorgeous pouring into my soul. It filled with love. God's love.
And the Preacher took my hand in his and led me to a wooden chair. And I sat down and started singing.
I knew all the songs.

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I've been having a lot of dreams lately.
Nice dreams.
Call me crazy, but I like it. I like it a lot.

Love from Bell.