Love is Magical...

I did have a dream last night.
I found this picture; it's either titled 'butterfly kiss' or 'love is magical'... I'm not sure which, I wish I knew who the artist was so I could give them credit - it seems to eerily, graphically, capture what it was, that I did dream, last night.
I didn't sleep very well. I had class last night, so I was out later than usual & I fell asleep in my chair; I stumbled to bed about 3am...
Somewhere around dawn, I guess, I had what I thought was a fragmented, mere snippet of a vision, a little dream & I saw no immediate point in writing it down.
Then I remembered the suggestion from the horoscope. So, I did write it out - & as I did, I began to see some personal signs, wonders and references - just for me.
And so, now, I suppose... that since I led it out here - first... that I must also record the dream as I have recalled it to be.

This dream has no beginning....

There I was, comfortable in my bed. Happy and warmly wrapped up close - very close, with this man. We were talking. I don't remember what it was that we were talking about. I cannot remember many physical details of what he looked like. I was completely relaxed, utterly peaceful - I was comfortable with him. It was perfectly natural & good & right for us to be together - we had a closeness that went beyond... He was a warm, warm bed partner - he seemed to be a little older, maybe a bit wiser than I, not by too much though, just enough so that I felt strengthen by him & I felt his presence was big, to me, like, a little larger than life - big, to me - he was nevertheless, protective, loving, guiding, good natured, good humored - benevolent to me & with me... someone I very much wanted to be snuggled up with... and there we were - very much into each other, pillow talking all warm and cozy. He was on the right side of the bed, so that laying in the bed, I was on his right side, too. Something signaled me to get out of bed. It was morning, now, after all & I'd felt a chill run across my shoulders and down my arms. (looky here, it is JANUARY!) When I got out of bed I saw the difficulty - I noticed that the blankets had shifted. The deep blue flannel sheets were pulled up in good position, but the mid-covering, a white, woven cotton blanket had shifted down towards the foot of the bed & the top (blue-plaid) comfortor had shifted a little, in his direction. My companion looked intently at me, his eyes were beautiful, and filled with love for me, he smiled & chatted & laughed a little with me as I made the adjustments to our coverlets. He was still in the bed. He reached to help the effort from where he was lying - I don't recall what he was saying, exactly, to me, as we both reached to fix it... that blanket that had bunched up - it was something about reporting it, or getting it so it wouldn't do that anymore... it was about smoothing the thing out, this something that had crept down & bunched up & had left both our arms & shoulders bare & cold - without that proper placement of the covers. He was chatting to help, I suppose, & to fill the effort of fixing, with some sweet reassurances, & his good humor - as if he could sense that I could feel anxious and perturbed over that shifting blanket issue, & he, so didn't want me to be concerned about it - at all. =) In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't the end of the world for us, it was no big deal, really.... I wanted to jump back into bed with him. This time with arms & shoulders covered up, protected form the winter chill that had stolen into our room & snuggle up - all the rest of the day - just as closely as we ever had before - but I cannot. It's the start of a new day & I have so very much to do...

And... here, now, N.P.R. is blaring: reporting 'viewers letters' in response to Frank Deford's latest sports prose, on my clock-radio... and I realize that I am awake, now, and did I have any dreams last night? What was that...? Wasn't that a fragment? Was it a dream, or a snippet of a dream...? and ... I am on my own, here.. there is no one... was there someone...? No. No, not really... there was not... what was that? What had I dreamt ....? I don't know what that was. . . how did it go again? and I tuck my arms back under the red herringbone throw - the one I keep on my bed - for just such a purpose. They are cold, these arms, because I had turned, maybe, even when the radio had clicked on, and the throw had shifted. The bedroom windows are old & 'breezy' and it's like, 10 degress outside, but my bed is warm, warm, warm because I have a heated matress pad and 'Kitty' is bunched up at the foot of the bed - hugging up to my legs...

And it's the start of a new day & I have so very much to do....

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and now here, I am ready to wrap up the day & call it a night all in one fell swoop...

wishing to you - all who pass this way... pleasant dreams! ~