I'm dreaming that my sister and I are driving home from Scarborough Faire (a Renaissance Festival), and along the road, we come upon two females wearing black, leather, warrior woman gear, and we are going to give them a ride.

  The dream switches to me at home, the two females are with me, and we go into the kitchen. Sitting in the kitchen, in a rocking chair, knitting or something, is an older woman who is supposed to be my mother (she looked nothing like my real life mother).

  I was telling her about the two females, and that I was going to let them stay at the house, because they had nowhere else to go.  I was trying to convince her to let them stay, but she just kept shaking her head no, never speaking or looking up from her knitting, and she had a pleasant facial expression, just so you'll know.

  I continued to try to convince her it would be good and generous to let them stay, then suddenly the extremely loud and booming sound of a church organ started, as if someone was holding down all the keys.

  Now, dream knowledge usually keeps anything from surprising me, but I had no idea whatsoever that this was going to happen.  When it did happen, I could actually feel that it was something other than just from my subconscience.

  As soon as I heard it, I immediately turned 180 degrees, and dropped down to one knee and lowered my head.  The sound and the overall feeling literally, in the dream and moreso in real life, sent a terror through me, and I don't mean the scary monster type.

  When I turned, and before I lowered my head, I did see before me, floating in the air, what looked like about two foot long organ pipes.  There were about eight in all, forming two crescent shapes, sort of facing each other, and they were glowing bright gold with the sound of the organ.  It's an image more easily drawn than described.

  I quickly awakened breathing heavy and my heart was pounding, and, pardon the cliche, I had the fear of god in me.

  I discussed the dream with a cousin, and we guessed that the two females in black represented two aspects of myself that were not good.  We made no discussion of the mother figure, but I'm guessing it was something like my better judgment.

  I'm repeatedly trying to convince the mother to let the two females remain.  Obviously, I'm not listening to my better judgment, so god makes a direct intervention to tell me what I should be doing.  It was only the music and the feeling, but the message, despite it's lack of actual words, was obvious.