dream

Ash and I were standing on the front porch of a house my brain insisted was just west of Sequim, surrounded by a gorgeous hilly area. It was still the grayish part of dawn and we were sipping coffee when we realized we could hear singing. A bell started ringing as well. I smiled as I caught bits of verses and realized they were praises to the full moon. It was an ADF reverend and his children, and even as I recognized what they were doing, they came roaring out over the hill by their house mounted on horses, still singing and laughing as they galloped. I took a moment to admire the moon, which was indeed full and glowing low in the sky, told Ash how nice it was to be neighbors with pagans. The sunrise began to reflect off the mountains behind our property, giving the cold towering stone a rosy glow of its own. We were discussing how the way the stone was formed reminded us of the Rockies by Boulder when I woke up.

One of those dreams that was incredibly peaceful and lovely, but difficult to pay proper homage to in words. I've been busying myself with events this week because I'm attempting to focus on that instead of the emotional shit I've been slogging through. This dream was an unusually kind self-comforting from my gray matter :3