Funny how the atmosphere in dreams can seem to be so different from how things look in real life, but somehow the dream feels so familiar and more natural than your waking state, if only you could just capture that essence that hangs just on the edge, but you can't because the more you try to bring it into focus, the more you feel it slipping away.
I dreamt the other night that Dave was away and just on the point of returning when we received a call saying he should pack his bags and head elsewhere. He was shocked when he heard the news, but it was not what we had thought was most likely, not quite. We were left wondering how he would be able to be back in time for the wedding. (I do remember the missing part of this dream, but can not name it. I'm not superstitious, but not morbid either.)
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