(Q) Saturday morning,
11/21/25: [GD's note: This dream
was not read to EC - simply the date was given in the
question, but EC had dictated the dream to GD previously
as follows:]
I, with my family and many of my acquaintances, was in a
beautiful home, peculiarly arranged as to rooms, beautifully
lighted, gorgeously furnished, yet there seemed a dismal,
dark entrance to the place. Dr. Thomas of Hopkinsville came
to the door and told us that he had just received word that
his son had died at college in the East and would arrive that
morning on train, and as his house was closed, would we allow
the body to be brought there until he could make arrangements
for it to be carried to his home or some other place? Very
soon the hearse drove up to the front of the place. I
recognized some of the people in charge and my father told me
the names of others.
The body was brought in and carried to a back room, though
it was a beautiful large room, lighted from the ceiling with
shade lights. None of the family or acquaintances were in
attendance; as the casket was placed on the stand, I went
with the men to the door and was surprised to see many
colored people seated in the large front room that opened
off of a porch, or hall, all dressed in many colors and
seemingly overdressed for their characters and stations in
life. I asked what it meant, and was told that my oldest
sister [Annie Cayce] was holding a meeting and expected to
deliver an address to these colored people. I stepped into
the room and looked around, and the colored people lined the
wall in what seemed to be tent chairs. No furniture in the
room, save a table near the entrance, with a very large
brilliant light on same. The room also impressed me as being
in light shades of green, and I wondered why they didn't have
some red mixed with it. Even the table was of light green
enamel, as was the lamp on table and the books. Their
bindings were in green.
I came back through the hall and noticed other colored people
still coming in, taking off their wraps, piling them on the
table prepared for same. I noticed all of these were in same
attire as other people, but the furniture in this room was
dull brown, nearly red. I saw that someone was dressing my
sister, and they were putting on a coat of mail, but it
seemed to be made of shingles. These were painted this
light green, or seemed to be rather stained. I noticed this
particularly, and I realized she was preparing to address
these colored people.
I went back into the room where the casket had been placed.
Many of my friends from different parts of the country were
present. These I noticed particularly: My wife and two
boys, Mrs. House, my father and mother, my youngest sister
[Sarah Hesson], [
900], [
953], [
195], Dr. [
2723], [
4278], and
Uncle [
244]. And these I could see in the background:
[
137], his wife and mother, Dr. T. B. House, Thomas House,
my mother-in-law [Mrs. Evans], Dr. Al Layne, Mrs. McCollum
and many others I didn't quite recognize. As I came into
the room, I asked them, hadn't Dr. Thomas sent any word as
yet as to what was to be done? My father and [
900] said to
me, "No, but I think that we can take turns in watching with
the body, but don't you think we should know how the body
came to its death? There is no certificate on the casket and
they didn't bring the box here with it."
I wondered if we should not take off the top and asked if
this screw in the center (approaching the casket) was not
the one that let the top slide back, for there would
certainly be a glass over the face. As I took hold of the
screw, we heard a scream from the casket and kicking and
scrambling against it. Everyone seemed frightened and fell
back, especially those in the background. Only my father,
[
900], Hugh Lynn and my wife and myself remaining in the
room, and they stepped back to the end of the room, ready
to leave by one of the many exits that I now realized were
provided in what now seemed to be a very large circular room.
I immediately though began tearing off the covering to the
box, or casket, and instead of a boy, a child, a girl, was
in the casket and raised up as I took off the top.
By this time I realized I was alone in the room with this
child. I picked it up in my arms and lifting it out of the
casket asked wouldn't someone help me? No one came to my aid
and I asked wouldn't someone call Sister [Annie] or Mother
[Gertrude]. My father replied, "No, your sister is
addressing those Negroes. She's busy." Hugging the child
closer to my body, I started towards the front of the house,
and as I approached this lecture room, I saw my sister with
her back to me addressing those colored people. As I walked
to the door and she turned, seeing who it was, she asked me
what was the trouble, and who it was I had, and when I told
her, she ran and joined the rest of the people who were in
the background, asking question after question as to how did
I know the child did not die with some disease that would
spread, or how could I put my hands on a dead person;
couldn't I see that it was dead? I realized that the child
seemed to faint or fade away and then as if with an effort
gained control of itself and emotions, when I put my hand on
its face, or held it closer to me in my arms, as if to give
it warmth from my body.
When I looked towards the Negroes, I could see that they were
all scared, and as the blood surged to and fro in their
faces, there were great streaks of white that would come and
go. Each one's hair standing on end. I turned, though to
look out the door and saw Dr. Thomas walking towards town.
I asked someone to call him, then I saw he was meeting his
boy, whom he supposed was dead, and when he spoke to him,
Dr. Thomas fainted on the street.
After a bit he was raised up by his son, then they continued
on their way out of sight. I turned back in the house and
this child asked me for a drink of water. I called to
someone else, asking them to give me a drink, but everyone
seemed afraid to approach me. I finally found a bucket of
water, a cedar bucket that was nearly full and a gourd for a
dipper. As I gave the child a drink, she said, "My, that's
good, and you won't let those people take me back again, will
you? I don't want to go back, for they did not treat me as
good as I thought they should." I said, "No. You don't have
to go back. You can be my girl," and I could hear whispers
from all of my friends, whom I could still see in the
background in various parts of the house, "It certainly can't
be that he's going to try to keep that child when she ought
to be buried!"
I, realizing the things they were saying, began speaking to
the child and she seemed to revive more and more, yet
occasionally her head would seem to sag, her arms and limbs
become limp, then rigid, yet when I hugged it close to my
body, it seemed to revive again. Still insisting that I
was determined to keep it against all odds, I awoke.
(A) As is seen in this as is referred to, as being in the
home where an unbeliever asks that body of loved one be
allowed to remain until the conditions are set, that same
may be attended to, the various arrangements in the house,
the home, the setting of same: Representing the effect
produced on the various peoples who contact same in the
various planes.
And as is seen in the colors in the room, as is seen in the
one attempting to give a lesson to a people not yet having
the entire status of the mental development classified with
the various ones, as is seen in the breaking of the bonds of
death, and the desire of all present to know what was the
reason, cause, or purpose of the death, and the falling away
of those who would come to assist, the taking up of body,
the various conditions as seen in the actions of same; the
water, the room, the scare, the conditions in reviving:
All these are the emblematical conditions regarding
conditions existent in the physical plane of the entity's
labors at the present time, as this: Home, the effect
created by the operation of work attempted by entity at the
present time.
The coming in of death: The coming in of that condition in
which [there is] the test of the entity's abilities to meet
the needs of the conditions respecting an individual who is
an unbeliever.
The looking on, the viewing of same by many peoples who are
as but those in the various stages of the beliefs in same,
the picking up of body, the breaking of bonds: The ability
to give out that necessary to give the peoples an
understanding [if they] but seek.
The message, the desire to give, to call on one close to the
entity in flesh, that entity giving time, and in a specific
manner, to give to others: That necessary in entity to find
the cooperation in and with all who would be of assistance,
in the lowly, in the high in the mental abilities of many in
the various phases, stages, necessary for the fullness of
same.
In the carrying of body about, in the falling away: There is
represented the various stages as arise from time to time.
For, as seen, there apparently are conditions when all seem
to have forgotten, as it were, that uppermost in the mind of
the entity. Again there seems to be a revival of all that
has been done.
This, then, showing that soon [there is to be] the great
revival in many places, in many spheres, in many different
ways from that which has yet been attempted, in a different
manner.
And as is seen, and as has been given, there will come to the
entity (as the body represents who is taken from the grave or
from the coffin or casket) that inner strength and ability.
Though weakened at times, yet when taking of the Water of
Life, as found in Him, [there will be] the strength to give
the better lessons to a waiting and a sleeping world, that
needs to be awakened to the truths found in Him Who made the
resurrection possible.
For, as is seen in the various calls in word, in calls
apparently from those close, from those whose names are not
known in the conscious, from those who would seek help, from
those who would deride or make fun of individuals: These
show but that the time is near at hand when he that would be
faithful must find self well grounded in the faith which is
in HIM.
We are through for the present.
BACKGROUND
See
294-49 on
11/16/25 in re dream of gate, pigs, peacock,
etc.
REPORTS
See subsequent Dream readings.
4/07/30 EC had the following similar dream which he dictated
to GD:
Pierson's [Thomas H. Pierson, Lawrence, L.I.] home on Long
Island - nobody home. Three maids said there were three
packages left there for me. I said, "That's what I came for.
Give them to me." Opened one of them, and as I opened it, I
told them, "This is what I wanted - but I'm going to take it
away with me." It was a great big doll. As I talked to the
doll, it came to life and I asked it if it didn't want to
stay that way? It said, "Not unless it could be mine." It
didn't want to be anyone else's. I went out of the house and
walked down the street, going to Mr. Pierson's office. I
could feel the child up in my arms, and knew it was flesh and
blood, but I began to wonder how it could have come to life.
I passed by a courthouse and I wondered if I should have any
legal matters attended to, if I would have to adopt the
child, or what would be the proper procedure. I saw the
sheriff. I knew him but couldn't recall his name. I shook
hands with him, saying to him, "I see you are still on the
job." He said, "Yes, I'm still working here. Whose baby is
this?" I said, "It's mine," and he picked up the hand to
look at it and said, "It certainly has short fat hands. Is
it a boy or a girl?" and I said, "I don't know." He said,
"It's your baby, isn't it?" I said, "Yes." He went in the
house. I walked on down the street, and I asked the child
and it said, "If you hadn't said I was yours, I would have
turned back to a doll."
I asked the child, "Are you a boy or a girl?" It said, "A
girl, of course." I came to a post office, and I realized
there were a whole lot of people following me, but they were
way back a long ways off. I saw a woman at the entrance to
the post office. I told her, "There's a lot of people going
to ask you a whole lot of questions. I want you to answer
them." I said, "I'm going to tell you what's happened - I
don't expect you to believe me - I don't expect anybody to
believe me - unless I can prove it. Years ago I fell in love
with this doll, and the lady whom it belonged to, told me
that I some day might have it. I thought so much of it that
I went back to get it, and by just praying over it and
wishing and wishing, and desiring, it came to life." A lady
- rather elderly lady came out of the post office, rushed to
where I was standing and said, "What's this? What's this?
I didn't hear any of it. You'll have to tell me again." I
told her she would have to ask this other woman, that I was
in a hurry. I noticed the other woman had a whole lot of
scars on her face. Then, as I walked on, I began to wonder
if the child could eat, and if it didn't want some water. I
wondered how its organs were arranged, as it had been made
out of straw and sawdust. I wondered how its organs were,
how it could eat and then I realized it was growing in my
arms, and looked like a five or six year old child. I was
afraid it was going to outgrow its clothes before I could get
some more. I wondered if it could speak any other language
besides English. I was nearly to the office of Mr. Pierson,
and as I started on, I thought I ought to ask the child if it
wanted a drink of water; no telling how long since it had had
any. I asked it if it wanted a drink of water, and it bowed
its head and said yes, and I asked it if it could speak
French, or German, or anything, and it asked me if I wanted
it to. Then it poked out its tongue at me and leaned over to
kiss me, when I asked if it wanted water. And I woke up.
[GD's note: Compare this dream date with history of "work,"
closing of Cayce Hospital, beginning of new A.R.E., etc.]
12/01/48 See the Searchlight article by Dr. Ellaine Elmore
entitled Dreams And The Dreamers, giving Dr. Elmore's
interpretation of above dream.
