I had a reimcarnation dream, very real indeed, my present husband wore a white toga as did all thr many men waiting for the death of thr dying pope, i was like hid boy ( as a woman now) at hand wearing a white tunic. We all waitedby a giagantic bed up marble steps where the popewas due to die it was silentmexceptthr odd quiet comments made here and there amongst thr fifty or so waiting. Thrn suddently a bumblr bee flew in and landed on my husbands shoulder. Everyone saw it andngasped because it wasbelieved tjwt the one on which. The bee landed would become. Next pope
