Sweet Dreams

It's not very often that a person I love very dearly enters my dream, a person who is now a mere memory, for their body is no longer living or breathing.

But when they do, it just might be the sweetest and most delicate of experiences.

We go about our daily lives with the acceptance that those people are no longer able to communicate with us and experience our lives as we grow up.

But getting the opportunity to have a conversation with them, years later, is absolutely thrilling. You can tell them about how you finally graduated high school, the excitement of falling in love, the great books you've read, the times that you dialed their number to tell them some exciting news and then realizing that their number had been disconnected because they were no longer alive, having a conversation with them about something you knew nothing about as a child, but now are equipped to talk about as your years have advanced, your experiences have advanced.

You you are sitting there, at an unknown location, sipping hot tea, and discussing life, a life that has been without them.

Only in our sweet dreams can we be comforted by the fact that it doesn't really matter that they were never there to experience the rest of your life with you, all that matters is that life itself is merely a sweet moment, and memories and apparently my subconscious, thankfully, are sweet moments as well.

Thanks for the great conversation, friend.