Most beautiful dream!
Oof!, I'm beat.
We went to the Huntington to buy Christmas cards, a present for Kendra and to drink mulled cider.
And there, we saw Santa, carolers, a couple of very disgruntled-looking elves and a couple of new exhibitions and then we finished the day by eating at Cameron's, our favorite fish market restaurant (mmm, scallops!).
But I had to write down this great dream I had this morning right before I woke up, since I don't ever want to forget it:
There was this guy all dressed in white, he was simply beautiful; he had the appearance of being in his 20s-30s and he had the most beautiful dark skin, it was sort of satiny, gorgeous, and he had very thick and lustrous long dreadlocks, his hair looked almost like an egyptian wig; he was dressed in white: a white soft shirt open a couple of buttons, white chinos and some sort of white shoes (I think they were some sort of sandals) he was dressed very casually, as if he had just come from a stroll in the beach. He was at a hallway that was completely white and on the walls there were these little white and/or gold gilded framed mirrors in all the classical shapes mirrors come in; some where round, others square, or oval or rectangular and they covered the walls completely, he was strolling with his hands in his pockets and suddenly he stopped, he put some of his hair behind one of his ears and slightly furrowed his brow as if listening to something -a pause- and then he heard a voice: it was a grandmother's voice and she was encouraging a grandchild to take his first steps, it was a voice full of love and pride and then?, he heard the baby: a soft noise, little grunts and squeals and little babbling commentaries made without words; that baby was taking off and taking his first steps all while answering to grandma.
When hearing this, he, the guy in white, broke into the most beautiful smile and then, my vision encompassed the place he was in from a very high position; he was in a place that was rows and rows of walls with mirrors on them and now he could hear millions of grandmas and little babies voices, all at that very special moment of the first step; he chuckled and a white bicycle appeared by him and he got on it and started biking among the rows while laughing with pure delight.
This guy was God/a god and this place was heaven and the mirrors represented every single person alive and he could see or listen now to some and then to others by choice through those mirrors.