Last night I had a vivid dream about my friend whose death I found out about here
I have had a few of these. In the first one I got to go to his funeral and say goodbye. It was such a relief and I felt really at peace when I woke up. In the next one we went on a trip together and he showed me his new home out in the country. I can't remember how it ended.
Last night I dreamt that we had a date for coffee. Well I dreamt that he left me a message on my answering machine reminding me that we had a date at 11:00 at the coffee shop down the street. I was nodding to B and saying, "I don't even remember making that date....good thing he called" and the dream went on. B and I were doing whatever, putting around the apt. and then after what seemed like an hour or two, I remembered that he was dead, that he has been gone for almost 8 months. But I went back and listened and the message was still there on our machine.
that's all I remember.
This morning at 11:00 I made a date with myself to do some colouring and listen to a great cd. Have been neglecting to do stuff like that for a while now. (damn you face.book!)
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Dreaming of you
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This is a beautiful post.
Every once in awhile I've had moments of forgetting that someone is gone and starting to dial their phone number before remembering. So weird.
Lovely mandala.
I also think your dreams about your friend may be more than just dreams.
I knew you'd say that!
Did you design the mandala? I used to do a lesson on mandalas. I'd forgotten how lovely they can be. I think I'll re-introduce that lesson.
How lovely that you dream of the people you love in that way. I wish I did.
oh no, if I had to design it I'd never get to it. It's from a mandala book called Mandalas de Al-Andalus.
Funny, my first real interest in mandalas also came out of a lesson plan. B has since used it for the team building exercise he had to host.
I've also had dreams about standing up dead friends...
I loved the color of the mandala as well.
I'm always dreaming of the dead. Usually they are pleasant, and I wake up feeling comforted.
That mandala makes me so happy. Beautiful.
Dreaming of people who have died is like seeing them as they come to the stage one last time to take one last bow after the performance they delivered while they were alive.
interesting perspective bobby
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