Last night, I woke up in the night, then went back to sleep. In that time, when I went back to sleep I had a dream. It is weighing heavy on my heart this morning. I have not even shared it with Larry.
In the dream, I had boxed up all of Libby’s (Libby was my beloved dog) things and took them to storage. Libby died April 2017. I know that it is time to do this, is something wrong with me? Why am I having so much trouble with this?
I still miss her very much and suppose I will keep her things here in my studio. When the time is right, I will know it…. right?
PS: I dream in color, do you?
Love you beyond the moon.
Me