OK – this one is really more about talking to myself because I don’t totally understand this dream.

• I’m with my husband and other family members, maybe my kids and there is a baby with us. We’re in an Arabic country, in some temple or holy place. There are two knives there that the people worship. The problem is that something has gotten lost in the story over the centuries and the people of the country are using the knives as a symbol to encourage war. Both knives are sheathed in beautiful green marble with matching handles. One is straight and the other is curved and they are both about 2 ft. long.
• Somehow I know that if the knives are gone their energy will change so I set out to steal them. It’s as if the knives confirm the right of war – without their presence they will have to stop long enough to talk. I know I can get in to the holy place but getting out with the knives is another story.
• I slip the knives inside of my coat – kind of a Matrix kind of looking job – and manage to get out of the room. At the entrance to the building there are guards – standing in groups of 2 or 3 in various locations so my husband says that he’ll take care of them and my son and daughter are to wait with me until he draws them off.
• He takes the baby and bundles it up so that it doesn’t look like a baby at all. In fact it looks as if he is holding something that he is trying to hide. He takes off out the front entrance and down the stairs and sure enough the guards all follow him.
• We walk out and proceed to walk past a van that has some kind of surveillance equipment in it and manage to reach in and reboot the system so that the last several minutes of the recording are lost and we walk off knowing that it’s OK now.

That’s when I woke up.

Somehow it is symbolic of – something – and this one is going to take some time to uncover. Feel free to comment as it seems presumptuous that I’m going to stop some kind of war that easily