In Dreams

Awoke too early this morning for my annual Breakfast at Wimbledon, which will occur again in just about 8 hours. Spent 4.5 hours tonight on the lake with friends, our primary goal being the annual Taste of Freedom Festival fireworks, which turned out to be a great disappointment. No doubt in part because we missed the first 5 minutes or so because we were IN THE BATHROOM! (Oops!)

: )

In-between, sometime before 1 p.m., I decided I needed to nap ... and did so, until nearly 4.

Whilst I slept ...

You were in my dream. And for some unknown reason, I was sitting on your family room floor with someone else (my sister?), watching TV. I was not supposed to be there, but you saw me and appeared aggravated, and then later, when I was leaving, you called to me.

And we talked.

And somehow, later, I knew I could not let this moment end without kissing you ... so I grabbed your hand and kissed your fingers. I said something about how I had a feeling that I would get to relive every moment of my life that involved you (the ultimate do-over, perhaps?), and it made perfect sense. Then I took your face in my hands and kissed your lips.

In dreams, everything works out.

(I am going to bed now.)