Lost and loss
Sometimes months go by...years.School work ended and then there were tight schedules at work. I become very narrow, shutting out everything that isn't essential to get through the day. Today I saw that a friend had passed away in December, unexpectedly from a brain stroke. It shocked me, because in my mind we had written not so long ago. He was someone I felt honored to know, inspiring and kind. There were images I'd promised to send to him, but he won't get to see them. I've thought of him alot these last few weeks, and am perplexed and sad.
Today is the anniversary of my father's death, 14 years. I don't mention it to my mother. Perhaps she remembers, but doesn't mention it to me, either. She has been telling me of her dreams of him.
She dreamt of preparing his clothing for travel, but he kept eluding her in a large shopping mall in various stages of dress. It was a very funny dream. I told her of similar dreams from the past, but instead I had to get him the proper "card" to travel.
My own dreams lately are many, and mainly lucid and connected to day residue. I'm wandering between dimensions (game residue?) but there's nothing of games. Events from waking are depicted erroneously in the dreams and I constantly contest their validity, loudly, while dreaming, "That's not how it happened!" Sort of odd, as I had few lucid dreams before.
The only dream that didn't seem to be connected to day residue was about attending to a baby in a shelter far away, so tiny. I was singing a song from the 40's or 50's. The words were so evident in my dream, but now I remember nothing.
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