I was reviewing my dream journals from the past couple of years today. Dreams can be so elusive, troubling, magical, and downright weird, but it is during these times of review, especially of dreams long forgotten – ones that I had not pondered about for days, weeks, even months as I am prone to do – that new insights and a deeper understanding of the messages of the dreams become clear like water.
One very short, yet profound dream entry from almost exactly a year ago struck me. It is one of those very rare “dreams” if you can call them that, where I physically hear a voice say something to me just as I am waking up. It was the same confident female voice that all these audible dreams have for me, and all she said was:
The hard water is done; now it will be soft.
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