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| St. James' Church, Shere |
07.12.19 As we are scheduled to visit the UK on holiday next week, once again I ask April if there are any places of interest close to my parents' house which we might visit. That Saturday morning, she is pleased to share that her grandmother has taken her St James' Church, Shere - a place unknown to either of us. The dream lasts four minutes or so, enough time to take note of several features of the surroundings - a brook, a wooden bench close by, an unusual circular structure in front of the wooden gate at the entrance; some houses to the left and in the middle distance. Inside the church, there is a plaque on the left to the rear, and she is able to read the name Christine Carpenter. Her grandmother whispers that Christine lived at the church in the 1300s, dying somewhat young but peacefully there. Then she wakes up. She has been sleeping on the right hand side, with her legs drawn up close to her head. I resolve that we should visit the church as soon as we can and confirm any of April's perceptions.
