Passages in the Aftermath
(Sun Series #11)
To think of the dreams that are missed to the waking mind (each night, there might be at least a few) without considering that each might not be mine (or yours) alone, but shared with other present spirits, had not crossed my mind but once (too long ago), with a story so vivid, I refused to think my sleeping mind could not take it up again (but it refused). That day, I had to ask my friends what they had dreamt the night before. Disappointed, I let the whole thing go (until tonight). After the altar was taken down and only a few ashes remained to be swept, the Maskmaker told me otherwise of a morning twelve years back, when two friends apart had shared a single dream of a ride in a red convertible (on the edge of town) and other things that don’t make sense (as dreams are known to do).