peitience is a virtue

I had another bad dream last night. It was about someone I hadn’t thought about in awhile. She and I used to be best friends when we were in grade school, but had drifted apart near the end of high school and even further in college. In my dream, she had passed from cancer. I was distraught. I saw that this girl’s circle of friends and my old circle of friends from high school reaching out to each other to comfort each other. But, I was on the outside of all of this. I felt isolated and like I couldn’t talk to anyone about my sadness. I remember wanting to reach out to them, but decided not to. I don’t remember why.

I ended up alone in a giant backyard, bordered on three sides by a lovely green forest. In the middle of the backyard was child’s play-set of swings and a small treehouse that was on wooden stilts as opposed to actually being in a tree. The whole scene was bathed in golden sunlight. It was as if I was looking at the scene through yellow tinted sunglasses. I felt warm and comforted. The leaves and grass swayed playfully as a soft breeze swept through them. 

I’m not sure what all of this means. I feel like something is wrong, but I don’t know what.