First thing Monday morning, I texted a friend I hadn’t seen for at least a month.
::I had a dream about you last night::
::Is everything ok?::
It wasn’t a particularly long or involved dream. Nothing screamed DANGER to me. In my dream, I was in an airport, which was very light, with high ceilings, and though I knew it was an airport, I began to wonder if there was a hospital hidden amongst the corridors. I was sitting on the floor, my back against a wall and I saw my friend down a long hall. She looked tired. She looked worried. She wasn’t smiling, which is unusual for her.
She wore a bright purple floral shirt. I knew the shirt was important, and I needed to remember it.
I got up from the floor to go find out why she was in this airport (hospital?) but she walked away with some other people and I lost her.
When I woke up, something made me send her a text. No small talk. No hi or hello. Is everything ok? (That’s what friends do.)
My mom died Saturday, she said.
I flashed on the shirt. I have pictures of her mother in that shirt, from a photo shoot we did not long ago. Her lovely mother, with her icy white hair, and her perfect ruby red fingernails was a wonderful woman. I have some amazing pictures of the two of them, prayer beads in hand, chanting together. It was beautiful and I feel so lucky to have photographed them when I did.
I wanted to share because I want to say this: listen to those fleeting feelings, to those thoughts that feel utterly random. Listen and take action. Life is just too short to second guess everything. I don’t know if my subconscious was just telling me to check on my friend, or if it was something else…but it doesn’t matter. I acted, and I was there when my friend needed me.
I don’t want to know how many opportunities like this I may have missed, because I was too busy, or too tired, or I wasn’t listening, or hearing.
Take care of each other, friends.