It's been a long month, this past month. It's been a month full of sickness and sleeping and things being generally abnormal. Fortunately I can see the light at the end of the tunnel now, and I look forward to finally getting several sewing projects finished this weekend!
Tomorrow I'm going to be brave and venture out into the world and into the sun with a friend; we're going to a Tomato Festival! I can't wait, hopefully we will be able to bring the dogs. It's so odd how time feels like a dream when you've been getting too much sleep. The difference between life and dreams gets a little fuzzier. And I've had a few dreams lately where I suspect myself of spirit wandering again.
One night I had a dream about a friend of mine who is spending the summer in New Zealand. When the dream was over - but before I had woken up - I remember sitting on a couch with her. Very real and very un-special, very normal and un-dreamlike. I knew I had stopped dreaming. We talked for a bit and I mentioned how glad I was that she was back and we could do things together again! She explained to me that she wasn't really back yet. I didn't really understand because we were together, and I didn't inquire any further. Instead I told her that I had just dreamt about her and described the dream (which, unfortunately, I can't remember!).
I also can't remember how we left each other, but then I was awake. I figured out the time difference and it's possible she could have been going to bed just as I was waking up. I wonder. I do suspect that I may have spirit wandered before. And if it's true, than she wanders too! Although, it's very rare for me. And of course there's no way to really know. It's just a suspicion, and a hope.