Readers -

Oh, I do hate typing.

there is an unfortunate typo in the post of mine found here:

http://www.fivedoves.com/letters/sep2012/clay914-3.htm

At the end of the post, the paragraph that reads like this, with (2) typos:

Their clothes were stunningly white and crisp, and they also were "cool", in the sense that the girls felt like they had been in a air-conditioned room for two long. Their clones felt mildly cold when I hugged them. them.

should have read like this:

Their clothes were stunningly white and crisp, and they also were "cool", in the sense that the girls felt like they had been in a air-conditioned room for too long. Their clothes felt mildly cold when I hugged them.

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good grief. sorry.

Here is the entire dream again.

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The Dream of the Two Girls in White

Early in the morning of September 11, 2012 I had the following short, but clear dream:

I saw and met in my dream, two girls I had known many many years ago when I was a teenager. I was good friends with them, and they were best friends, like two peas in a pod. I hadn't seen them since then except for a couple of times.

Here they were before me in my dream. They both looked young, much much younger than they would be in real life.

The striking thing about the dream was that they were both dressed in stunning white from head to toe. Like other dreams I have had, this was a color statement dream. White was the predominant color. (remember my dream of the White Rooms.) see http://www.fivedoves.com/letters/july2012/clay721-1.htm

Our reunion was real sweet-spirited - but we said nothing, I was surprised and happy to see them , and I gave each one a hug. The one on the right was smiling, the one on the left was somber, but I have no idea why.

The one on the right wore a cotton blouse, the one on the left wore a pique short-sleeved sweater with a neckline string of pearls. I believe they both wore skirts. They were both blonde with short haircuts, but each haircut was different.

Their clothes were stunningly white, clean and crisp, and they also were "cool", in the sense that the girls felt like they had been in a air-conditioned room for too long. Their clothes felt mildly cold when I hugged them.

special note: The girls apparel did not "glow" or look like lightening like some angel apparel is written of in God's Word, nor did they shine as the Lord's own raiment in Mark 9:3 - but they didn't look like any white clothes I had ever seen.

I awoke.