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I don’t know what it is about my dreams lately, but they are really sticking with me.

I was with friends, somewhere near water. We were having fun, enjoying each others company, when everything shifted. Not to anything bad mind you, just to a stillness that no one was really comfortable with. Everyone started to leave couple by couple or one by one, and then it was just me, standing alone.

I decided to go home myself, but I was not sure where that was really, but I headed there anyway. I thought it would be a good idea to run, because I was feeling heavy. As I was running, I slowly got this sense that something was not quite right. I looked to my left, and in a white mini van, were these really sketchy characters. Something told me to run up to the first house I saw, and knock on the door, and to look as calm and jovial as possible. The car was still lurking, when finally a lovely group of people showed up. They were welcoming to a degree, but no one invited me in, (which was OK because I really just wanted to be home). I told this one woman, a motherly type, that I was a little suspicious of this car that appeared to be following me. She was compassionate and really wanted to make sure I was OK, but she also needed to be where she was. I waited until I felt safe to run again, and headed out. I was running with relief, when the creepy car appeared once again. I did not know what to do.

I called on my angles, and this person on a scooter pulled up, and asked if everything was alright? I said, “Please give me a ride, and I will pay you.” “sure, hop on.” I didn’t get my balance on the scooter, and while the scooter was moving, I was holding on to him as best I could, but I was flying in the wind like a flag . We took a very circuitous rout, and lost the car, then everything melted around us, and we were home.

I dare say I got very little sleep last night, but the sleep I did get was full of active dreaming. I was watching someone move, enjoying his movement. he was sweaty and letting loose, un-abashsedly spinning and twirling, unaware of being watched.

Then all of the sudden he started rummaging through things, looking through boxes, drawers and closets. He finally came to a hatch, opened it up, and when he did the rooftop opened up as well and all of these red balloons that said love on them floated up. Hundreds and hundreds of them.

I smiled brightly and began to float as well into the ethers with all of the red balloons. Everything went into this golden light including me, and then I let loose and sent my energy where ever it wanted to go, experiencing the joy of being and sharing love.

(So maybe my little tiny bit of sleep is a fine pay off for such a wonderful dream.)