I dreamt that a friends partner had died. And I was consoling him, just holding his hand and being there. Then it changed from that to practicing for something with him, and I was right on with the notes and all, I was a soloist in something.
It was a very very very strange dream.
I don't usually dream, or remember my dreams.
A bunch of musings by a fabulously middle-aged (40-something is definitely middle-age! EEEK!) single woman. Just random thoughts, some deep, others shallow. Strike up a conversation. Comments? Please?
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