Dreams were only fragments… I was with a lot of people outdoors in the open, this time packed tightly together, lying down side by side like sardines in a tin, even layered head to foot. But instead of claustrophobia, there was a feeling of playfulness and willingness to accommodate and co-operate. We were laying long scarves on one person’s length, like a coverlet, and letting the bottom half extend down so another person could lie on top of it, like a bottom sheet. In this pattern of order we were closely connected.
Ahhh, the great tapestry of Life that holds and weaves us together…
There was a sense of being surrounded by an abundance of earthy textures and colours and richness, and interestingly, maturity. Then a man’s face was in front of mine, mere inches away. He was middle-aged and white, with very closely cropped receded white hair. (I am aware, as I write this, that he is the representation of an ex-love but purged of all the bad blood that was in our relationship.) He moved even closer and kissed my left eye. It felt easy and natural, not sexual nor erotic, no angst or yearning. I was only a little surprised because this had never happened before. It was love gently and effortlessly given and received, no strings attached.
I welcome this energy into my life. May it flow unimpeded always. My immense gratitude for this lovely gift of a dream, showing me what my vision of Life and Love is, collectively and personally, telling me that this vision is entirely possible, and very near.
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