January 13th, 2019

Forever Young

My dream self- when I'm aware of it having an age- is always considerably younger than I am now. This morning, for instance, I woke from a dream in which I was starting a new job as a gardener. I was part of a work gang that was lounging by an ornamental pool, waiting for instructions. The sun was shining and I was thinking "This is a nice enough billet" and trying to imagine what it would be like if it was raining. My age was imprecise, but everyone one else- including the woman who'd driven me to work and was either my wife or mother- was older. I'll guess I was about 18.

They say that when the spirits of the dead turn up on this side of the veil they almost always (no matter how old and decrepit they were when they died) present themselves as being healthy and in the prime of life.