Under The Blankets Dream

Little sweetheart, I so often dream of you. Of course. And I’m so blessed when you come to me in dreams. 

Sometimes, the dreams are bittersweet. The best are when we are simply together and everything is okay, as it was before and even better. Other times, things are more complicated and worrisome. 

Last night I had a dream that was a bit of both. It began in that bittersweet vein - you were on earth, had been laying low away from all the drama, but healthy and fine. It was an enormous relief to know of it but somehow I thought that you didn’t want me anymore. I was so heartbroken I just lay down asking God to take me home. There was nothing more for me. 

But then I heard you in another room. I got up and followed the sound of your voice, heard your laughter, too. It seemed to be coming from under the covers of a big bed. Two figures seemed to be there. I think you were with your friend Danya. You both were giggling and then you spoke in a strange, an unusual and somewhat comic accent. Then in your normal voice you called to me telling me to hurry and come to you. 

You were recording a performance of some kind and my parts to read were next. You lifted the covers to show me. There were pages of a script and a tape recorder and you were smiling beautifully, inviting me to join you. And when I did, you kissed me so very deeply I could still remember the sensation when I woke. 

Everything was okay. Everything was okay again.