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[piasharn]

I had a dream last night in which I ran into a friend I have not seen since my freshman year of high school. In it, we chatted for some length and did quite a bit of catching up. It was achingly clear and so realistic that I still have trouble believing that it was only a dream.

I could feel the cold breeze on my face, smell the snow in the air, and heard his voice perfectly clear. He was doing wonderfully, and I remember being extremely happy about that since he is one of the nicest people I have ever known. The entire (imaginary) encounter was suffused with that warm, pleasant feeling you get after seeing an old friend.

I then woke up and stared into the darkness for a moment, the afterglow still warming me, while Reality set back in. The feeling became distinctly bittersweet, however, when I came to the realization that it was only a dream, and that the aforementioned friend has been dead for over seven years.

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[dawndancer.livejournal.com]

**thinks for a moment** Maybe it wasn't. Call me crazy but sometimes those aren't dreams but events that happen on the astral plane/spirit world/ take your choice in various words (Dreamtime?). I have those dreams sometimes (although never with such calrity) and usualy they come at times when I need comfort, support, or I am about to encounter a major life changing event.

**massive massive hug**Are you feeling okay?

[piasharn.livejournal.com]

Just the Winter Blahs; I'll get over it... thanks, though.

And part of me can't help but wonder if that was more than just a dream...