I wrote the story of my dream. I’m not kidding. It literally happened. The entire story Love in the Shadows
Fear swathed me and
worry danced in the fringes of my mind at some of the decisions they
made. The characters, my friends trooped through my mind at my will or
on their own accord over several months. I created my own dreams about
them. I was intrigued by their story of loving others unconditionally,
being tolerant and acceptant of others. I was moved by their warning
about choosing a lifelong mate based upon physical attributes. The story
and how it came to me took my breath away.
unfolded before me in a dream.
I was transported to another place and time into the lives of living
breathing people that I became emotionally involved with. At first, I
was an observer, watching the people carry out their daily routines.
Then as the emotional attachment grew, I became part of them. I could
smell the herbs in the upstairs room and the aroma of mint tea whirling
in my nostrils. I heard their conversations. I recognized their voices
and I felt their joy, their pain, and anxieties.
Linda H. Bost
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