I had a dream again last night. I was in this floating structure that’s being used for holding a church congregation, a library and maybe a childcare. It’s spilt into two buildings which can only be accessed by taking a boat across.
I remember I started the dream in my house. I made accidental calls to many people, including Sean. I remember someone who admired me telling me there were many people who were green and blue, but I was the only person whom he saw white. That I was glowing in white, in the seas of blue and green. I saw an image of myself dressed in white.
I then arrived on the floating structure with my children. I remember crossing the two buildings to look for something, which by then Sean has turned up (thanks to the accidental call) and took the children for company. While in the second building, I saw a library and children having lessons which I was curious to explore. There was something fascinating about what was going on in that building.
Remembering my children, I proceeded to hurry back to first building where I left my kids. I didn't want Sean to bring them away. It was the building holding a church congregation. I remember I got onto a boat but realised it was not the right one--the last transport to the first building has already left. I managed to jump out of the moving boat I was on, and found myself on a kayak with no paddles. I wanted to use my hands to paddle when I discovered the entire sea was peppered and infested with jelly fish--the beautiful unthreatening ones to the poisonous ones with stings. They were all floating in massive numbers at the water surface. Despite the challenges, I somehow managed to return back to building one on a kayak.
By then I had lost sight of my children and was told they were in another location/building. Feeling despondent, I sat down at the back of the building to join the church service. There I requested for a prayer from a couple regarding my martial situation. Instead of being met with grace and understanding, I was dismissed by the man for being unforgiving/agonising too much for what has happened. Burning with anger, I faced him bravely. I met him in his face, stared straight at him and instructed him to repeated after me, "This is how you pray for me..."
I can’t remember the words exactly but it’s along the lines of mercy and grace.
My response was met with surprise and defensiveness, not just from the man alone but the woman too. They wanted to find trouble with me when I got up and left. I continued searching for my children…
6 June 2026