Safe Landing Right Up My Alley

17 December 2019.  Five months.  A recent dream.

I’m in a commercial airliner.  We are approaching a large metropolitan airport.  It becomes apparent that this landing is an emergency of some kind.  

We are entering a corridor bordered on both sides by the kind of big towers used for electric transmission or broadcast outlets.  They will be close enough to the plane that its wings will be sheared off.  

As that occurs, the body of the plane enters a tall building, sliding down a hallway to a solarium bathed in sunlight where the Dalai Lama and some devotees are performing a ritual in support of the plane’s safe passage.

Upon the vessel coming to rest, no one injured, I kneel and bow at the feet of His Holiness as he bows to me.  From this I know that Dear’s presence is part of things, but I’m not sure what.  

Two possibilities: 1. She was among those with His Holiness participating in the ritual.  2. As part of that ritual, arranged in a circle, were a number of plain white cloth bags.  Their size prompts me to wonder whether in each bag is the cremated remains of a person beloved to one of the plane’s passengers.  If so, Dear is present in that form.  Or maybe those with His Holiness are present in both forms: body and ashes.  

Regardless, the collective energy of loving souls has contributed to our security. 

In the dream, I feel the endlessly accepting embrace of the universe.

Awake, I feel Dear saying, “A kiss for you, my best friend, with a story right up your alley.”