I dreamed of S this morning. He was proposing some sort of plan he had but I can’t remember what it was. Something he wanted to us to do. Something pink? Something in the future that I was unsure of. I wanted to think about it again when the time came. It was a positive idea but I didn’t quite trust it. I wanted more time.

I remember his face and his blonde hair and I remember being in my bed. I remember that he was being hopeful and happy. I must have opened my eyes during my sleep because the light was the same when I woke up. He was superimposed. I could see the back of my dresser over my pillow and my bedroom door was open. It felt like he was really there, and then I looked and all of the sudden an old fashioned telephone handset was on my pillow. The shapely kind with a long handle between the two round ends for the speaker and microphone. The heavy kind with the thick spiral cord. It was dark colored.

The second I saw it I knew he was letting me know he was making a connection, it was a sign that he was calling me. I know how it sounds and if anyone told me the same thing I’d be skeptical but I really do believe it. I dream alot and I normally don’t see so many details. Not so vividly. Faces are usually out of focus or even abstracted by a sort of metamorphosis. I’ll know who the person is rather than see who they are and they can blend from being one person to another or look like one person and be another.

But when I dream of S it’s vivid and bright and clear in my mind and leaves a powerful impression. It feels poignant, meaningful, important and true.

I hate the idea of being looked at like a superstitious loon, but it feels like the truth, and I’m so grateful for these dreams. They give me hope.