Last Night...

Last night I dreamed of Glenn. The best part about it was that it wasn't a sad or bad dream at all. I was getting into a car, not my own, and Glenn was driving. We were going to visit some friends of ours in NY, and I needed to call them, but my cell phone battery needed recharging. He offered me his phone, and I said to him, "No offense, Glennie, but you don't really need a cell phone. After all, you're dead." He just laughed, and told me to call our friend. We talked idly in the car - I don't remember all of it, but I woke feeling really happy, like I'd been hugged.

Later, while I was brushing my teeth, I remembered sitting up in bed when my first alarm wnt off, and saying, "Thanks for coming to see me," before falling back to sleep.

Perhaps it's the strain of Celt in my blood that makes me believe in the fire feasts more than a little. After all, we're about a week from Samhain, when the veil between the living and the dead is thinnest...