Once Upon a Dream...

Again rereading some of my old conversations with Penelope. The night of July 1, 2015 there was an incident that I'd forgotten about.

I was dreaming, don't recall the overall content of the dream, fairly mundane I think. But what happened during the dream was what stood out. I recall the form a woman's face thrusting into the "scenery", the background.

She was attempting to speak, form words. And I heard roughly, garbled: "I love you Stephen Posey". I awoke after that.

I'm so glad you rediscovered that incident. Let's try that again ;-)

 I'm game if you are babe.

Goody, dreaming with you is the closest we can get to our lives in Eternity while you're incarnate.


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