In Dreams... and snow

Little sweetheart, you were in my dreams last night! In fact, you’ve been a regular visitor the last several nights now that I think about it and remember! I always feel so grateful after and it helps me so, little sweetheart, because it feels like I’m doing better when you visit me in dreams, like maybe I’m doing things well and right.

Settings, like the actual location that is the backdrop of a dream, can sometimes be mysteriously unknowable and altogether minutely detailed at the same time, don’t you think, little sweetheart? Sometimes I’ll be in a place that I seem to know quite well in the dream but outside of it, like when I wake up and try to recall, isn’t someplace I’ve ever known or even seen at all. This was one of those.

You and I were in a big, old, beautiful, many-storied house. There were other people there, too - I’m not sure who all, maybe your mom and dad - through some of the other rooms. One thing I do remember was that our London friend, Kris, was there.

You and I were going from room to room, just in the course of our day and getting things done, and I had a snowball in my hand. It wasn’t melting or anything and I wasn’t about to throw it, I was just carrying it like one might carry a book or something from room to room, not even remembering I had it in my hands. Finally you pointed it out to me. I hadn’t even seemed, quite absentmindedly, to notice.

“Where did you get the snowball?", you asked. And “do you wanna set it down somewhere, like in the  freezer or something?”

I have no idea what it might have meant, little sweetheart. I need you to tell me! Ha! Can you please visit me again tonight and explain?

With all my love…