But then the tapping continued and someone, a women's voice was calling my name. I opened my eyes in my dream and all I could see what a black mist above me. I immediately starting to say the Lord's prayer to get this being away from me. Nothing happened.
Then the door opened to my bedroom, and I saw commotion in the hallway. Except the hallway was the hallway of say, a building and our room was within this building. The tapping on my forehead stopped, as well as my name being called when a figure appeared in my room.
She spoke - it was the same woman's voice I was hearing previously. She told me that I needed to get dressed and come with her. Her name was Yolanda. I looked back and Steve and she said he's fine. He's not to come this time. Only you are to come this time.
I looked up and down the hallway and there was much excitement in the air. Many faces rushed by me in excitement and all in a hurry to get out the building. I went back into my room and back to bed. I was too scared to go. Where was everyone going? Why was I being summoned and not my husband as well?
I was scared. Very scared. I didn't know what was going on and no one was saying other than "we have to hurry". Yolanda came back and said that it was going to be the last time she could come get me and that we needed to join the others. I told her I had nothing to wear that fit me and she said "It's okay, we are all the same where we are going. No one will notice what you are wearing."
I wasn't happy with that answer. So I was going to decided not to follow when something inside me said "Leave now. You have just enough time." I started rushing down the hallway in search of a wheelchair - I knew I couldn't finish walking where I needed to go. When I turned the corner, there sat the wheelchair I was needing right by the door's exit.
Immediately I pushed the chair outside, and started making my way down the hill, my inner radar telling me where to go. I didn't question that radar, I just kept on following it. Up ahead I could see a crowd of people gathered at a softball park and benches for a gathering. Pulling up in my wheelchair, frantic that I may have been too late, a kind gentleman to the left of me smiled and said "You made it. You don't need to worry now." And I leaned into him and cried. He held onto me, allowing me to cry with relief.
When I opened my eyes from crying, I was no longer at the softball field but at a conference at an airport? Not sure. The dream was going unusually fast even for me to keep up with. I was walking outside the conference area when I saw a bunch of women gather at some type of booth. A man was handing out materials with all the women's names it. The materials were being printed specifically for that person and that person alone.
When it came time to me, he asked me for my name, I gave it to him. A few minutes later, he turned back around and told me a price of the cost of the materials. I told him that I could not afford that as I had no money to pay for it. It broke my heart. I knew in my heart that I needed that material and I couldn't afford to get it. So I walked away, came upon a bench, sat down and cried.
I was crying so hard, that what materials I was holding onto scattered across the floor. The gentleman that was printing out materials for all the women, looked down at me and said "It's okay. All your materials have already been paid for. Look in the mirror and see who paid for them."
Looking to my left, I saw a woman. And I was speechless. I just couldn't believe that it was her. I looked to my right to see if it was just a mirage - it wasn't. I looked in the mirror again - she didn't go away. She was real. It was HER. And I knew immediately who SHE was. It was Mary. THE Mary. As in Jesus' mother, Mary. I reached out to her to thank her and I fell at her feet and cried a thousand tears if not more. She soothed my head and told me that everything was going to be all right.
Then I woke up for the day....