Another Dream

Last night was another dream. This one didn't involve any one from the US but everyone from Honduras was there. In fact the dream was in Honduras.

I was in a small town & was a substitute mail delivery person...which is strange within itself. The postal service is very limited, if not non-exsistant there. I had small car like the little 'tut tut' taxis that they drive around town. I had to go to specific places that were marked with apparent numbers...every home didn't receive "mail".

The first home I stopped at was a tiny house and it served as a library. However, there were no books in the library. It was like a HUGE card catalog in a building.....the cards lined the walls and the ceiling. This little house was tended by one of the girls from the orphanage "Laura"...she remembered me when she first saw me.

I left her house and continued going to the specified houses delivering small packages. I saw some of the other girls at different houses but didn't talk to them like I did Laura.

At one point I was WAY up in the mountains & I remember thinking "Pastor Jim wouldn't like me being there alone".

After coming down from the mountain....I returned to the 'library' but Laura wasn't there so I returned to the Post Office.

Silly dreams....but I am sure they mean something.