I like to dream of the dead. To me they are visits, particularly if it happens during my lucid dreaming stage.
This morning I had the pleasure of seeing my Grandmother in my dream. She was riding a bicycle and circled myself and my friends once, smiled, and rode off. No-one else in the dream saw her, just me. I don't remember the last time I dreamt of her, this is not a common recurrence.
I was then awakened by CupCake calling out to me.
I had a dream about mum that I'm certain was her - I was lucid too. On another note, I am reading a beautiful book that you might like. It's called The Four Winds by Alberto Villoldo. Interesting stuff. x
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