Reading, I do believe.

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Maybe a shower first, and taking out the trash before that?  Sure, why not!

I dreamed in my little time away.  They drifted away as I woke.  I had not real grasp of them, one still eludes more than not.

A time before I was ill, but still being of my nature dealt with such things.  A woman who carried much of the weight of the grave I lived with.  Life is not easy, not in the simple or more complex of living, not all of the time, sometimes only rarely.  It is sometimes merely about finding the margins on which to bank through time.  Sometimes joy flourishes.  Sometimes it is merely a treat for a few times a year.  Let it sustain you, what of it comes to you, and it will.

She was a joy.  We both lived in dark places, and were a salve for one another.  We both just assumed it would work.  Hard as life is, those little joys are truly quite enough.  If you choose to be humble, mostly.  If you find someone to speak with, or just be quiet together.  We coached and coaxed each other through life.  Our magic failed.  No one ever expects that.  As the floor failing your foot or a tree falling on you.  Just not one of those things you even contemplate.  Yes, her.  To hurt so long is not a bad thing.  Even through failed memories and a ruined life.  I hope she has found better.

The other dream, I have no recollection of which was first and last, is much more confusing.  I think it means something... on the real side of things, somehow.  Perhaps not to how many count reality, but most are poor at math.  I have some understanding.  And while I could see the two dreams as being related, I don't think that is the case.  But too, there are some things I don't quite see or understand in it.  Much less understood than understood.  I saw a song a year or two ago, or months, that seemed to be like an engraving of the dream.  I've had the dream before, as well.  Every three to five years it comes around, for the last fifteen years anyway.  The two fit.  So I went looking for it, and found it.  Perhaps finding the song that fit the dream brought the dream back.  It won't make perfect sense to you, it certainly doesn't illuminate for me.  However, it might put you in a frame of mind to contemplate... something.  The video suggests that others do see some of what I understand, and as I understand it.  Though perhaps just artistically.  Who knows, perhaps the great artists, the ones who depicted God, the saints and angels, and the holy and divine among even men were merely artists without hope or faith.  Only one man may know, if that is not all who may know.

The last sentence says a great deal.  That isn't my task, but, really... it's all I have of a personal, private, life. Sudoku, for... my kind.  Those of my kind brought to a faith, then allowed to see more truly through that prism... the children of God.  So like children, striving to grow up.  God's nursery, whether all of them know or accept or not.  Ever seen a baby spurn his mother?  A boy ignore his father? 

Hmm... on to getting the trash out, a shower, and then reading.  Yes, that should do.  I'll sleep later this afternoon, after dinner, hopefully to be up and at the proposed work when it darkens and cools.