<span style="color: #00BFFF">** Wesley, shimmering light **</span><br/><br/>The shimmering woman of light beckoned Wesley to come closer to the light; but he looked around and saw so many people in the room and his son was crying in the corner. The people seemed to console Brandis, but ignore Wesley. No matter how much he tried to come close to Brandis, the people would not allow him to get very near. Looking on the other side of the room were his work buddies; they took pride in Wesley and an open seat invited him to sit at their table. But he heart was torn; Brandis on one side of the room, his work friends on the other.<br/><br/>As he looked in front of him, he realized he only had one path to go on. His other alternatives were not good options; if he sat with his friends, his son would continue to cry. He only remembered one other time he hated crying, and that was when his wife was sad. But if he tried to get to his son now, no one allowed him to get close. The woman of light stood near what appeared to be a tall golden door and it seemed to be the only direction he could go to.<br/><br/>He stepped up to the door, the woman was incredibly beautiful and delicate. She wore a shimmering golden robe. “Where am I, what am I doing here?” Wesley asked. He was sure this must be a dream, but he had not been able to awaken himself yet.<br/><br/>The woman was silent and said nothing; but she moved closer to Wesley; she gave a single touch of her index finger on the left side of his cheek and with a tear in her eye she said, “You are hurt and need healing.” No sooner did her words leave her mouth that everything became black; Wesley felt a strong urge to lie down. Though he could not see, he felt whatever ground he was lying on was soft, almost like grass. He also could feel what seemed to be a silky or satin sheet or perhaps just soft fabric. He nuzzled himself against it and closed his eyes thinking he needed rest.<br/><br/>For a few moments, he kept his eyes closed and slept. But he would awaken once a while, the type of wakeful consciousness that would occur when you realized you were awake, but dare not open your eyes. He decided he would; perhaps, he was back in the break room where he last remembered taking a nap.<br/><br/>He slowly opened his eyelids, blinking a few flutters to get the cobwebs out of his perspective.<br/><br/>The wonders were set before him; he saw luscious green trees and a lake that shimmered a glow of it’s own. If there was a sun, surely the illumination from the lake came in a close second. He looked down and realized he was hugging or feeling what appeared to be some sort of dress or clothing. He looked up; before him was woman, young. Certainly no one in his league; he wondered what madness his mind had conjured. Sweet and tender were her eyes, a soft green glow. It was however a look of concern, maybe even a tinge of fright. There was only one other time he remembered such a look and it was not from his wife. Maybe, someone else.<br/><br/>That is why panic set in; he jumped up to run away. This dream was awful; it was like all the stories his soon told him with all the pain hidden in his heart. He started to run away but realized he didn’t know where he was going; he turned back and there, this woman was again. Though he had let out a bellow that all the land would have heard, he stopped screaming. “A dream; this is all a dream, I’m sure. You, you are not real. Just a dream character.”<br/><br/>To prove to himself he was dreaming, he closed his eyes tightly and jumped into the air. But he landed, and not so gracefully, back down on the ground. Apparently, he could not will himself to fly this time as he could in so many other dreams.<br/><br/>He tried this a few times till he realized he must be stuck in this dream sequence.<br/><br/>So he looked again at Princess Kiara, not knowing who she was but only recognizing the concern of her eyes. So he said, “Who are you? You don’t look like Jennifer.”