Dream visitor

by tamarjacobson

Last night, while I was sleeping, my dear old friend Charlie came to visit. He looked well and we hugged each other long and hard. 

I remembered how, when he was alive, he was always pleased to see me, and how proud he was of me. 

While I was sleeping, he quietly entered my dream, and told a group of us that there was nothing more important than the nurturing of our minds.

When I awoke, I lay for a long while and remembered him. 

Indeed, it felt as if he had just been there – that moment – visiting me while I was sleeping.