In my dreams lately I've been introducing people I love dearly to one another. These moments of connection involve people whose lives in the "real" world are utterly separate. They would never meet otherwise. In the dreams I feel a luscious sense of happiness as I make the introductions. My feeling is that these beloveds should at least know each other's names. The luminous feeling in these dream moments lingers even days later.
Last night I dreamed I found my ex-husband and Hitler in a bathtub, both of them dead, arm in arm, like old friends. Though unnerving to find dead bodies, I was relieved to know for certain that they had both passed away, peacefully it seemed. There was no evidence of foul play, as they say in murder mysteries. Jake was with me in the dream. We sat calmly, waiting for the police to arrive, to clean up the scene and take charge of the bodies.
I think these dreams represent a healing synthesis taking place at the deepest levels. Wow.
So perhaps the heat of this bloody hot summer, the stressful situations and experiences, have been worth it. Ya think?
The blue moon has turned at last, a good thing if you ask me. Shabbat shalom, y'all. Peace.