Eyes of the Clergy
I am wrapped in a soft, white material and I can feel a wetness on my forehead.
I open my eyes and see the minister, his eyes turned upwards as he recites something that I do not understand, because I do not yet know anything about speech.
He then looks down into my eyes, smiles and continues to speak, then looks right and left, obviously talking to people nearby.
The world changes and I am now inside the minister’s head, looking through his eyes, directly into mine, which are blue. They truly are.
I have never had that dream again.