A Reoccurring Dream....

Running, running in the dark, emerging from the woods late in the night. Whispering clouds seem to drift before the face of the moon. Looking over my shoulder, yet, as always, no- one is there, No- one is ever there. There is a house, always the same house. I come to window, always the same window, crouching low, I am afraid, always afraid. My shaking fingers grasp the sill, I raise my head ever so slowly, as my heart is beating out of my chest. My eyes clear the edge of the sill, instantly it seems as though my heart and time stand still. Apparitions, hundreds of them, moving, lost as though they seek something. I pray silently to God for protection, suddenly I feel warmed, as though a blanket has been wrapped around me. Without conscious thought, I begin to pray for the souls I see within each apparition I see. Those that look at me and what seems like their looking into my soul smile at me, then disappear into a soft glowing light. Those that don't look at me remain. What can this mean? To be Continued!