she didn’t want to forget her dream so the first thing she did when she woke up was write it down. She remembers where she was riding her bike with her love and they came to this part that was enchanted a silver train to the left and a canyon to the right with farm land and a small town of people, she stopped to take a picture she was fumbling through her purse trying to find her camera to take a picture, he kept going, he wouldn’t stop for her but she had to have the picture so she just stayed and fumbled until she found what she was looking for and took the picture. In her dream she was in Italy, and then all of a sudden she was traveling with her boys and they were with a travel group all dressed the same, but she, she was in her own clothes. She parted ways with them and knocked on a strangers door, she asked if she could have dinner with them and stay the night, they didn’t’ speak English but the woman understood and agreed. She sat in their kitchen trying hard to read all the words around her, they were all in a different language and she kept thinking if she looked at them long enough they would begin to make sense. She found something written in English and realized she had a shirt at home with all those words, words like love, and happiness….just all good words. It was time to go so she embraced the Italian lady very tight, and the lady wept and she told the lady it would be okay and again they spoke different languages but the lady knew what she was saying, she motioned for the ladies address and the lady took a very old spoon and carved her address in it, she promised to write. The lady, still had tears and offered her that picture with the words written in English. She declined. She left her house and sat on the bus next to her boys and the seats they faced out long ways like a trolly and then she woke up.
Dreaming to me is like another world. I love my dreams. I especially love it when people I love visit me in my dreams. I wonder what dreams mean?