Dreams

Numinous

In my dream he stands in his kitchen, a bit old-fashioned with its laminate floor and 1950's cabinets. He grows gradually smaller, but his face shines. I speak to him, telling him what a good neighbor and treasured person he has been. "We will miss you," I say, as he continues to diminish, his face more luminous as it recedes.

2 thoughts on “Numinous”

  1. Ah, lovely.
    Hey, I dreamed about you and Pure Luck the other night (this seems to be my week to dream about Rev Gals. We were at some kind of festival, you were smiling and waving and looking beautiful and encouraging, but mostly it was about PL, who was reciting a poem he’d written about the misdeeds of the Busch administration. 🙂

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