I had a dream a week ago, maybe two.
It was the most phenomenal life like dream ever.
K and I were driving along the road here in town, and we were talking about how life is going, but what made this dream spectacular, was it was in colour. Not just your everyday colour, but everything was sparkling in shades of gold.
Then what pushed it even more over the edge, is that while he was driving and chatting, he reached over and held my hand and I felt it. I literally felt the warmth of his hand embracing mine. And it was the most beautiful breath-taking experience ever.
The dream ended with him saying he better get his shit together. And in an instance the dream was done. The gold was gone. The warmth of his hand was gone. And I was awake. But it seemed more than a dream. It was like we were sharing an imagination/consciousness.
I’d never dreamed in colour before. Especially not gleaming hills of gold and feeling warmth.