The past few nights, I’ve had a spate of restless nights. Not sleepless altogether, just often wakeful. All those things are rare for me for which I’m grateful.
Last night there were several rounds of being too hot, too set upon by cats, hearing motors running outside, and then the pièce de résistance and an amuse-bouche.
I don’t know how long I’d been finally asleep when I had a dream where I was in a rather large house, unknown to me. I think there were other people around but none of them stood out to me. Suddenly, there was an ex-husband standing there, holding an expensive-looking tan leather purse as though to give it to me. I refused without any to-do and the scene changed (I don’t remember leaving the room)
The most fabulous part of the dream made it worth remembering though. I had this image that was like a stream of fairies all coming from the same spot, each replacing the previous. It was a like a fabulous animation of fairies coming through a small opening in a wall appearing and then the next appears and the previous one dissolves. It was incredibly beautiful and I was aware of that in the dream.
I have no explanation for any of this, especially the tan purse, but it was worth it for the fairies.
