Saturday Memory
April 12, 2025

I was staying at Dunvegan Castle, on the Isle of Skye. It was July 1992. I was the representative of the United States at the Dunvegan Arts Festival. What I am remembering today, is a dream I had one night. In the dream, I was in the great hall. On the walls were huge tapestries and, in the center, an enormous rectangular table. As I looked intently at one of the tapestries, I could see it contained historical images of battles and events of importance. Then the figures began to move and as I watched, the whole tapestry zoomed in and what I saw was enormous heads of various figures, some seeming like Vikings. As I focused on each head as it rotated into view, I could tell it was speaking, if not shouting, but I could hear nothing. When I woke from those images, I was still asleep, but I found myself standing looking out at the bedroom window, looking down at the field where the Highland Cows were. The window was open. I could barely make out the cows sleeping as it was still dark. I was telling them about what I had seen as I came fully awake.