Strange dream from March..

I was re-accessing an old email account and found a couple of notes to myself.  Sometimes it pays to write yourself emails.   The note to myself said this was sent in March, right after my sister's last day at work:


**Dream of Mother, of holding her; she was almost transparent.  A man I took for a close relative, blonde who had smoked, big scar across his neck, I was holding him, too, knowing he was already dead but had come back to tell me something.   He told me, "You have two more to go through."  I was desperately trying to hang on to both of them before they disappeared from me.

Also, found a hand held thing that I could do email on, that was like a thing I actually played a game on, too.  DH helped me to set it up so that I could use it.  He was alive and well, and we lived together. This already dead man was like a soldier or a policeman in his life.  He'd died somehow related to something sad.  **

This about Jazzie was also in that email, and this was not a dream.  I was hyper alert throughout this whole experience:

**This happened over the weekend, I think.. Today is Thursday, the 12th of March 2010, of the week we took Celeste to her doctor's appointment.

I was just settling down with the light off, about 1 am, and I was wide awake, thinking about something I'd read. Anyway, on my chest, across the skin, I felt something move. I thought it was Wolfie but he wasn't anywhere near me, sleeping peacefully in the middle of the bed. Then I felt the beating of a heart, not mine, but another heart! It was Jasper, I just know it was. I used to hold him in my hands and that big old tired heart would thump through his little chest.

I love that little guy so much. It still hurts but at least I know I won't die from it. I'm so glad he's out of the pain but I sure the hell miss him.**


As for the dreams, I hardly ever remember them anymore, so the ones I do remember are quite striking, otherwise they would get lost in the instant fog like the rest.


I've gotten no baking done, and I don't even care.  We'll bake went the girls are here.  It will be fun.