A Conversation

 At some point I realized that my dreams mostly don't have sound.  No one talks, but we converse.  Telepathically.  Every once in a while, I realize there is some sound.  Like birds singing.  And once I realized how rare of an occurrence that is, I become aware in my dream that I hear sounds.  

I also am one of the people who have a running monologue in my brain.  I think in words.  And that is probably why I can't picture finished projects.  I just hope for the best.  

I'm always looking for ways to interact with my new friend Luke.  So I asked him these questions.  Do you hear sounds in your dreams and how do you think, pictures or words? We had a conversation about it.  And I could tell I struck his brain and got him thinking.  

Then weirdness happened.  I was dreaming and Cassie was actually talking.  And I was completely aware that I was dreaming and that I knew this was an oddity for me.  She was talking and I could hear it.  And I was asleep.  

Then at Kim's house I got to sleep in the guest room that she was in the process of redoing.  It is a dark green/blue moody fabulous room.  As soon as I laid down, my brain kicked in and I got to watch leaves and flowers and stems flourish in my brain in colors that would completely go with her decor.  It was kind of like being at the Van Gogh exhibit that Marti and I went to.   It's not how my brain works.  I was amazed.  

Now I can't wait to get back home and talk to Luke about it.