Today I dreamed of weeping – that sounds like the title of a poem. Maybe I’ll write it one day. It is true today, I woke from sleep wherein I dreamed I was weeping inconsolably for my lost children. I woke briefly with that deep ache in the core of my chest as if I truly had been weeping. I made myself go back to sleep in the hope the dream would fade. It did not.
I guess my unconscious mind needed to let some tears out. Heaven knows how hard I work during the waking hours to forget.
If I could find my children in this world, I would say to them, “I love you. I will always love you. Nothing you can do or say will ever change that.”
Dang, now I’m tearing up in the waking world too.
Retrospectively filed under Dream Log.
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