This morning my dream was graced by my best friend, Jeramie and a very inspirational person I met once, Rashida.
It was much too vague to remember minute details, but I remember 'feeling'.
The feeling of our high school days of carelessness and youth, it was familiar but detached, but a joyous feeling of reconnection nonetheless. Probably explained by the thousands of miles keeping us apart. Her smile was the same childish grin!
It floats to a visit from Rashida, wearing the same purple eyeliner I complimented her when we first met. It was very familiar as well, but there was a sensual connection. The feel of face and hair being carressed and the feel of warm skin, like being cuddled. All I see is a white mist... and a feeling of rejuvenation.
I woke up optimistic and intrigued at the same time...
