The mansion and the monastery
I had dreams related to you three times total, the most recent is accounted for below. The other two times were shortly after your death. A few days after your death, I dreamt of a white, light drenched mansion. There were large arches and windows, the walls were bleached white and the sun was flooding in. There was a sole painting of the Virgin Mary, which might have been about 15 feet tall, hanging on the high-ceiling walls. It was very mediterranean. I remember the feeling of my chest opening up, taking in the vastness and freshness of the environment. I know this is what you felt like when you entered the Brookside Stockton house, and that is how you knew you fell in love with it.
I hope this is the same feeling you got when you finally took God’s hand and crossed over.
A few weeks after your death, I dreamt of a building that resembled a monastery in the night time. The building was earth/tan colored, and there were long hallways lined with arch after arch after arch. The walls were lined with orange lamps, spaced out 10 feet from each other. Although it was night time in the dream, nothing was scary about it. There was a feeling of awe and coziness about it.
