5-25-09

I barely remember the dream except that I'm in a worn torn country with a bunch of other people and we are huddled together, not sure why. Perhaps for protection.

One thing I remember clear is a disembodied voice, more to my inner self that outloud, say "The sands of time have shifted to the next generation." I wrote it the minute of awakening.

What's funny is it reminds me of the opening of a soap opera called "Days of Our Lives" which begins (or at least it did when I watched it a few times back in the 70's---

"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives."