Lady, The Hawaiian Man

I was in an apartment which appeared to be my dads place (who has passed on). My brother was there, looking out the window.   I walked through a living room, into a bedroom off to the right, down the hall.  As I opened the door to the bedroom, the warmth came out.  The room looked like a sewing room, there was a quilt laying over the chair and the old lamp was lighting with a soft glow.  Inside the room there were three old ladies painting seashells.  The ladies told me they were making Christmas ornaments and that they were special and I could take as many as I liked.  The ladies then told me that it was time for them to go home, their shift was over.  I asked them where they were going, they said their time was up, they had to go now.  I said thank you and walked out into the hallway to the left.

Then, I turned to another room, the door was closed also, I opened the door and looked around.  There was a large table that took up most of the room, with a floor-length, light brown table cloth covering it.  I stepped into the room, and my dog, Lady came out from the right side of the table.  I looked at her and asked her what she was doing there?  She walked over to me and I gave her  love.  Lady then walked back the right side of the table.  I walked around the left side to meet her  and as I reached the back said, lady appeared to me and turned into a man.

I asked him how he got there?  He said he was a Hawaiian Man.   I looked at him and he repeated himself.  He was a Hawaiian man, whose family was being hurt and needed help.  The man had black hair, some was grey, he was older and very thin.   I asked him how I could help him and what he needed from me?  He repeated that his family was hurt and he needed help.  I told him that I would go get help, that my step- brother, David was outside.  He said no, he needs my help and it’s too late.  I turned to walk to the door and he turned around and walked to the table and disappeared again.  The, my dog Lady appeared again.

I walked out into the living room and there was a serving counter that attached to the kitchen from the living room.  On the counter, were the seashells that the ladies left for me.  They were decorated with rainbow dots and did not look like Christmas ornaments.  I was going to make goodie bags and give them to my friends.  As I was looking over the shells, my step-brother David walked by, putting on his leather coat.  I asked him where he was going.  He said he had to go get mom (my step mom, who passed) and dad a present because it was their birthday.    I told him that he wasn’t supposed to leave, that he was in trouble and had to stay home.  He got really upset and said, “How am I supposed to get them a gift, if I can’t go out, It’s their birthday and I need to get them a gift!”  I turned away from him, back toward the counter, and then woke up.


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