We are in some kind of structure. Maybe a cave.
Three women.
Me, and two ladies I worked with on the Kerry campaign.
We are next to a wall.
It is dusty and covered with debris.
The wall has many crevices and niches containing what looks to be statuary.
Everything is hard to discern in the darkness.
There is a tremenous amount of dirt covering everything.
We are uncomfortable. We fight against the overwhelming desire to flee. We stay. We are all intensely interested in what lies behind and beneath the clutter.
We start to brush some of the dirt and debris aside with our hands, all the while, forcing away our discomfort and desire to get out into the open air.
Our work disturbs something.
A change is occuring.
Part of the wall begins to collapse.
There is an opening.
I struggle to understand what I am seeing, but am hampered by my failing vision and the lack of light. The secret is revealed. It is important. I understand.
We come to know that one or more of us are required to become the caretakers of this sacred place. It is decided that the two other women will jointly shoulder this responsibility. I will be the one to leave.
I look closer at the highly guarded secret in an effort to memorize the details. The phone rings. I answer, and am pulled away from the intriging mystery.
What was the secret I helped to uncover?
What was revealed to me?
Is there any meaning to this dream?
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Today is Mother's Day.
Wierd.