Last night I had such a clear dream, it seemed real, and I had to remind myself, upon waking, that it was a dream.
I was with a group of friends. We had been together a short while - sort of as if we had met at a convention or some week-long workshop. Now it was time to go back, and I was sad to say goodbye to them, but happy to be traveling back home. We all hugged and cried and said goodbye.
I remember waiting for what was first a plane, then I think it became a train (can't remember this part). Just waiting for the trip. And getting a call from someone I cared about. The call was not clear - very hard to hear - but I knew what the message was. And I felt good hearing it, and wished I could hear more. There were people around me, talking and laughing and making noise, so I couldn't talk for long. And I remember I was concerned about the train leaving before I could get inside (I had gone outside - by a fountain - while I was waiting).
And then I woke up. Strange, wasn't it?
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