Well, it's Saturday, and I seem to be going to town with some little girls. It's a little cooler today, so it should be fine.

It's been a strange week. I had a dream on Monday that my youngest daughter was in an accident and put on a stretcher. She and I went to the Harbour on Tuesday, and I was nearly over the top with caution; "Don't get too close to the edge!" "Stand back!"

On Wednesday afternoon, I went into a bit of a swoon around lunchtime, feeling really down and sleepy. When I arrived at school, my daughter nwas brought to me, having been sick. She looked a little white, and whispered to me that she'd been hit on the head with a football, which had then knocked her backwards onto the ground. It sounds like she blacked out.

So, though not on a stretcher, I took her to hospital to be checked out. My reaction to the dream had been to try to avert accidents, Sleeping Beauty style. Possibly, if something has already "been written" we can't stop it, but we can affect it. We can throw light at something. I suspect my afternoon wooziness was healing energy being sent her way and, since the dream, I had also been praying for her with my thoughts, providing a cushion to prevent serious damage.

I always try to heed my dreams, for I believe they are giving us messages. There is often a theme to them, so that if something is not immediately picked up, it gradually dawns on me. I reinforce this through meditation, and looking for other signals in life, the magical synchronicity.