Such dreams.

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A call, to return.  To wake and return.

In the dream, I did two hours in adoration to Mary.  Doing the rosary and various others prayers and beadwork.  After that, another hour was prayed to and for Christ.  Fulfilled, at the end... if that wasn't the point... too, I was exhausted.  As climbing a mountain, reaching the summit.

It was a fantastic dream.  It calls, beckons, pulls.  Prayer life... I lost track, was praying over meals, for intentions, and occasionally.  I need to return.  Morning intention and work prayers, at least one rosary... better in the morning to be sure, meal and intention prayers as usual, a midday prayer often, and a bedtime prayer.  Each of the two main prayers bookending my day to also receive at least fifteen minutes of meditation... unless I begin nodding off.  Health doesn't allow all.  Further, my focus on God needs to be more conscious.  It has gotten weak lately, sometimes seems missing.  When doing right, I always have a link to God, a strong one.

Still a wonderful dream.  A video might add to my dream, offer direction.