Yesterday I had, probably the most ethereal dream I’ve experienced ever.
Dreams do not have a coherent beginning and ending, rather bits and pieces of ‘scenes’ where you bear witness to or are simply playing a role in them.
In my dream, I remember being surrounded by people I would assume to be good friends because I cannot seem to recall their faces at all. The single most important part of that dream that made everything so peaceful was this guy, someone I do not know in my walking life, but in my dream, it is as if I’ve known him for as long as I have lived. We were together, him behind me, holding me. He was wearing a black tee and jeans. I can’t really recall how he looked like, but from faint recollection, I think he was Chinese?
That doesn’t really matter. The weirdest thing was, the both of us were really connected. Everything felt so perfect, worry free. Nothing else mattered, nothing. Him nudging my neck with his nose made things seem more tranquil. And there we were, in front of a group of good friends just laughing and chatting over a fire.
It was as if I was looking at a very old photograph of my most cherished memory, colors slightly faded, but the warmth still shined through.
I woke up feeling extremely warm and fuzzy inside, astonished.
