Last night’s dreams were the most vivid that I’ve had in a long while. It was one of those times when you know you’re dreaming, but you’re also very immersed in the world and letting it thrill you. I went to my garden and found it untouched, the blue gate still hanging a bit crookedly on its post. The moon was full and I was simply there, greeting each little nook and cranny. It’s similar to the dreams I have after a loved one dies–often I’ll spend a long night with them, saying good-bye.