Today's story is about how fluidly the real world and the dream world can weave together. I went to bed around 1:00 a.m. last night. Before I fell asleep I heard 2 very loud grating noises. It sounded like a rusty gate being shoved open. I got up and checked the house and looked outside, but couldn't find the source for the sound. I got back in bed and a short time later I heard a soft pop. I didn't bother to get up again for that one.
I fell asleep and dreamed that I was in an old stone house in the country. It was night and someone had died. I went outside to sit on the porch steps and saw a beautiful meteor shower. I closed my eyes and held out my arms and it felt as if I was being showered with a wonderful golden energy. I felt younger and more vital.
In the dream, I got up and walked across the yard to another building and heard someone knock twice on the outside door of the dream house. I woke up. I heard 2 knocks on my bedroom door which was not closed (no visible one was there).
I thought maybe they want me to get up and look at the Perseids outside. So I got up and looked but I don't think any of my windows face the part of the sky where they would have been visible. At least I got to see the meteor shower in my dream, in a place where the summer night was dark enough to show the stars.
Whatever it was, it was a lovely experience.
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