dreams and sounds for my soul

DREAMS: The thing about dreams is they can be restful for my soul.

Sometimes I dream about people I don't think about or talk to as much as I would like. OK, never. People drift apart sometimes without explanation or real reason, but it's nice that sometimes they pop up in my dreams. It's almost like they are in my life again — at least subconsciously.

OK, I kept saying "they," but I really mean "she" was specifically in my dream last night.

SOUNDS: We had a pot luck and hung out with some friends last night. Yes, pot lucks are dorky, but they are so practical. And I love not knowing what all will be there for me to eat.

Anyway, it was one of those nights I didn't really know if I was looking forward to or not. Nothing personal. My living room just seemed more inviting to me.

Recently, we have been meeting with this group of friends on Wednesday nights to talk about "Blue Like Jazz." But we took a break from the book to just hang out. We played some games (Set is really hard, but fun.) and then Greg and Chris (who plays these whistle/flute things and had a drum) played some music on the front porch. It was such a nice night. Slightly cool but comfortable. I listened — sometimes as background noise to the thoughts in my head and sometimes focused on them — and really rested. I really love watching Greg play his guitar because he just seems so peaceful when he does. It's almost like an illustration of the peace I yearn for at certain times of certain days.

On a related note, I really need a porch swing. I enjoyed the one I sat (and swung) on last night.