My dream,
I just saw Kyle in my dream. I was supposed to talk somewhere, and was preparing. He asked how I was doing?
I said, “It has been hard, not to do the speech, but missing you, and you not being here.”
He reached over a rail as I faced him. The scene appeared like we were in a dark, velvet-seated theater. He held my left hand with his right. I felt the warmth.
I knew, in the dream, I could not tell anyone, but Enid, who recently lost Tug. Not in so many words, she believed me.
I knew I was to keep this to myself, the dream was so vivid, and Kyle was smiling! I felt his kind, caring, compassion. He looked like he did at his hooding ceremony, in a robe.
His hand had hugged me, and the rail was a barrier.
I l♡ve you, Kyle! Thank you for visiting me in my dreams.
See you!
Mom