In my dream last night I don't remember a train but you and I were definitely together, talking. I was so happy to see you! I started talking the way I think and write, not the way I'm forced to talk at work/school/hell. I was saying something about no longer feeling like I was in terra incognito, cogito? And I was HAPPY; telling you I felt like an exiled ex-patriot who has come across someone from home, quite unexpectedly. We talked about a thousand things and I remember some of them: Anniemal, your clothes, duality, *us in different times* (feels like the young couple of your dream) and of many technical things and things bdsm. (Perhaps we were telling the young ones about that??) In the dream, we were moving but I attributed that to the pace of my thoughts and to how much I like to walk and talk (do you remember that?) just so I can slow my thinking down a bit and communicate in a more linear fashion. I also remember....something....else......yeah, it was empathic, so it isn't a verbal concept. I think I was feeling the fibro and resonances...looking for....something and feeling.....(sometimes these ideas get so hard) Feeling for that kindness that is in your nature, I think. It reminds me of someone I miss. The oddest thing about all this is that as I was just driving home, I was thinking about the dream only to find this one of yours when I got here! How surprised am I to be in your dream? So, which one of us reached out and grabbed the other into hir dream? Good question. Oh, and as for travel, every time you're in mine lately, I'm taking you somewhere....like Jenny Field's house. Anywhere to make you feel better seems to be the theme. Oh, and I just remembered that in part when I first saw you, we were at my school (the middle school, not the university.) We have lots of strange windows there and buses, too. Hm. I'd forgotten what this feels like....... :-)
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In the dream, we were moving but I attributed that to the pace of my thoughts and to how much I like to walk and talk (do you remember that?) just so I can slow my thinking down a bit and communicate in a more linear fashion. I also remember....something....else......yeah, it was empathic, so it isn't a verbal concept. I think I was feeling the fibro and resonances...looking for....something and feeling.....(sometimes these ideas get so hard) Feeling for that kindness that is in your nature, I think. It reminds me of someone I miss.
The oddest thing about all this is that as I was just driving home, I was thinking about the dream only to find this one of yours when I got here! How surprised am I to be in your dream? So, which one of us reached out and grabbed the other into hir dream? Good question.
Oh, and as for travel, every time you're in mine lately, I'm taking you somewhere....like Jenny Field's house. Anywhere to make you feel better seems to be the theme. Oh, and I just remembered that in part when I first saw you, we were at my school (the middle school, not the university.) We have lots of strange windows there and buses, too. Hm. I'd forgotten what this feels like....... :-)
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