I occasionally get these "blast from the past" dreams. I'm sure everyone does (I tell myself that to stay sane.) Dreams where you can see, hear, smell, and touch the object of the dream. Sometimes it sets my day on it's ear. I get to see people that I will always adore. And, I saw them as they would be today, not as they're locked in my memory banks - 20 years younger.
It was crazy, it was awesome, it was heart yanking, it was bittersweet, it was an all encompassing emotional ride that I wasn't conscious for. All I'm left with when I finally come to is a strange combination of happiness from being visited and unsettledness for knowing that I will never, realistically, ever see these people again.
Makes for a mixed bag of feelings at 6:30 a.m.
Hopefully, coffee will chase some of the mixture away.
Seeking serenity in a crazy house!
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