Four Leaf Clovers on Stone Creek Ridge

It wasn’t an ordinary dream because Esther knew she was dreaming. She didn’t realize it was a thunderstorm that put her in her conscious dream but she was loving the ride needless to say.

She said the command "four leaf clover" in her dream and suddenly she was flying over fields of lush green clover under beaming sunshine. When she grew tired of flying she changed her thought to anything she wanted. She found herself walking in fields of gold when the thought of money and wealth crossed her dreaming mind.

Esther was a smart country girl, even while dreaming after being struck by lightening and waking up in that dream to see herself as dreaming.

Esther put her foot down.

Like a farmer jabbing a pitchfork into a bail of hay Esther prayed in her dream.

The prayer to the heavenly father above turned Esther’s dream into a nightmare.

Immediately the vivid colors of her dream changed to pure blackness.

She forgot she was in control of her dream and spun helplessly into the subconscious hells of her mind.

In the midst of the turmoil in her mind caused by trauma inflicted by an electric bolt, Esther woke up in hell.

Hell isn’t like they write about. It’s far worse than what prophets of old could describe on a piece of papyrus. Esther then remembered her grandchild’s missing front teeth.

A golden book appeared in her dream of hell. A book beaming a light of pure gold floated in the distant darkness.

She was sucked into the light of the floating book like Dorothy, the country girl from Kansas was swept into Oz.

When she awoke on the wet grass in Appalachia, she opened her eyes to see her grandchild picking four leaf clovers and placing them in mason jar lids.