Ok, so now I have a few minutes that I can spare before I leave here today to tell you about the second dream that I've had this week that was most bizzaar. It again  involved my very special friend, whom for purposes of my own I will refer to him as 'Sid'.

*Names and locations changed to protect the privacy of the innocent.
-hee hee

So yesterday, I carried a feeling of sadness with me for most of the day, and occassionally was reminded of the dream I'd had the night before. Each time the dream came to mind I was once again confused by what it might mean, and why in the world was I dreaming such a bizzaar dream? Bizzaar in that  I have only had feelings of happiness and joy where this particular person is concerned.

With that said, last night I was home alone - my Boy Wonder having gone to spend the night with an aunt, and I wasn't too pleased with spending the evening alone, but am never one to deny the Boy Wonder the simple pleasure of visiting with loved ones who love and cherish him very nearly as much as I do. With feeling a bit on the lonely side, missing my boy and having carried the wonderment and sadness of the previous nights dream, I settled in to read more of my Elizabeth Gilbert - Eat, Pray, Love and ponder further on the pros and cons of meditation....I fell asleep 4 chapters later.

I woke this morning with the same sense of sadness, and the heaviness in my heart. I remember standing beside a body of water - a lake or large pond, and although I didn't see the trunk of the tree, there were Weeping Willow branches hanging to one side of me. I am sure it was a willow tree because I kept running my hand through some of the branches, like you would run your fingers through hair.

     I pause here to tell you that this again, does not feel like a dream. In the dream it felt so very real and now it feels like a very real memory - but not one of my own.

I stand and watch a small boat is coming toward where I am standing. Before it reaches the bank, I know who it is... it's my friend 'Sid'... only in my dream, in my mind I know him as Carey. That is the name that comes to my mind when I see this boat - before I can see that anyone is in it. After this gentleman reaches the bank and steps out of the boat

The dream jumps [and the jumping around is the only thing that makes these really dreams to me rather than actual memories] to the two of us sitting side by side, close to the water and we're not speaking... just sitting. I look at his face and it's the face of my 'Sid', whom in the dream is Carey - he is sad, and if I were to follow the line from my previous dream I would say that it's because I've somehow betrayed him. But I don't know how or why... I'm confused. These dreams are not like any other dream I ever remember having. They feel so real, memory-like. But I've never known anyone in my adult life by the name of Carey and his face is that of my friend 'Sid'... I don't know. I'll just have to wait and see, I suppose.

Until next time.