I dreamed I was visiting God's garden. God and I had a long walk through the garden, admiring the plants and the changes since my last visit. We came to an apricot tree, and I reached up to touch a blossom.
"I remember when you gave me an apricot from this tree," I said, "I still have the stone."
"You still have the stone?" asked God, "Do you have it with you?"
I reached into a pouch, took out the stone, and held it out in my hand to see.
"Give it to the gardeners!" God commanded.
I handed the apricot stone to one of God's gardeners. The gardeners took it to a prepared bed and gently slipped it into the rich soil. One of them watered it deeply.
When I woke, I held the dream lightly. I didn't want to read too much into it, to decide the meaning of the apricot, the stone, and God's gardeners.
All I know is that I feel very good about having given the apricot stone to God's gardeners and seeing it find its rightful place.